Snippetts

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In which I explore the images in my head of where Dey went.

Physically at least. Mentally not so much.

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[Mortals] [Spook] Good at that.

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Spook climbed up the side of the building, shifting his weight with practise and ease. Spook is good at climbing.

Spook stopped at the window, hanging on with his fingertips and toes. He looks inside the room and it's dark inside. Moving his weight to the windowsill, he starts levering open the window. He uses the knife Fliss gave him. Spook likes Fliss.

Spook opens the window and sneaks in, switching off the alarms. Spook is good at sneaking.

Spook goes to one of the computers and shakes the mouse a bit. A log-in screen comes up. Spook wrinkles up his face and concentrates before flicking through post-its and notes until he finds what he's looking for. He types slowly on the keyboard, inputting details found on bits of paper. Hitting enter, the system logs in. Spook is ok at computers.

Spook frowns at the computer and pushes buttons. The screen asks him to find the source picture. He pulls out a photo from one of his pockets, cradling it softly, holding it against the world, before putting it in the scanner and pushing another button. The scanned image loads onto the screen and Spook stops to look at it. Spook misses her.

He pushes more buttons and it starts scanning through hundreds of pictures trying to find a match. Spook looks at the results then pulls out more photos and does it again. And again. Spook is looking for stuff.

Spook looks at screen after he's finished and nods, checking he remembers. He writes stuff on his arms, so he doesn't forget. Spook is bad at remembering.

Then he quietly moves back to the window and silently makes his way back home, closing the window. Spook is really good at sneaking.

The computer's screen glows, giving the room an eerie luminescence after Spook's departure.

[Elseworlds] [Spook] Finding her

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Spook dropped down from the corner of the ceiling, touching off the walls to control his descent. The shadows whirled round him, protecting him from sight. He hit the floor lightly, making no sound as he dropped into a crouch. Spook is very good at sneaking.

He made his way through the crates in the warehouse and watched silently as the two men entered the secret vault with their odd package. He waited until they were inside before he moved. Spook is good at watching.

Spook walks up quietly to the vault door, peering curiously at it. Pondering for a while, he checks if he can open it and looks saddened when he can't. Spook can't open the door.

The shadows still obscuring him, he looks at the door intently before simply walking through it. Spook is good at getting into places.

Spook blinks in the light. It's much brighter in here, his pale mottled skin seems translucent in the light. The two men are ahead - clad in white suits, strapping a naked girl to an operating table. Spook sidles up to them, unheard, unseen. One of them turns and Spook's hand flashes out, a knife embedding itself in his opponent's neck. The other one grabs a tray, trying to shield himself. Knives appear from nowhere in Spook's hands. Savagely glinting in the stark light. The makeshift shield provides little defense against Spook's blades and the mutilated corpse falls to the floor heavily. Spook is good at stabbing people.

He looks at the girl, her asian features highlighted in the bright light. Squinting, he smashes out the operating light and looks at her again. Not her. He sighs and slices through the straps, the knives seamlessly appearing and disappearing without a trace. He picks her up and puts her over his shoulder, staggering a bit under her slight weight. Blood pools on the floor around him, but he steps back towards the vault door, leaving no footprints in the blood. He concentrates, screwing up his face and opens the door, stepping into the Hedge with the girl. Spook is good at helping.