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[A few days after the Nox escaped the sewers and the Mayor sends out her missive, construction crews are on site at the college campus, beginning repairs on the sinkhole. While they're grateful to the outsiders using their magic to keep the Nox away, they're still a little leery of them. With everything that's happened, can you blame them?]

[Whether you're there to help with construction or security duty or just walking by to see what's going on or to bring your hardworking friend lunch, it's definitely an interesting place to be. Maybe someone has theories about how the Nox got out of the sewers...]

[OOC: This is a mingle log! Feel free to start your own subthreads and talk things out. Let us know if you don't want NPCs in your thread; otherwise, you'll probably get some.]

exuviiated

[With a last pulse of bright pink magic, a Nox in the form of a cat dissipates into mist and then into nothing.]

[The only good thing about the expanse of cracked pavement and litter that is the empty lot is the sheer isolation, which makes it great for practicing using his healing magic and turning it to more offense-oriented uses.]

[Every now and then, a Nox will skulk, crawl, or fly out of the subway entrance and into the lot, like the slowest bee in the worst hive investigating a particularly obnoxious child that keeps throwing pebbles. Aaron blasts them all to wispy bits.]

Take that!

exuviiated

[So, after he gets gracelessly dunked and... purified, he supposes, he runs.

Back to his little place in the slums, and there he hides out until he feels ready to face the world again. That comes with time and hunger, and finds him at the mall with what currency he's managed to get from pawning off things he doesn't need.]

Hey, is there any map of the mall? I'm-- I'm lost.

[Very lost.]

exuviiated

[The fields have ears.]

[Of corn, that is, but it's trampled and a mess by the time anyone might come across it-- this is Aaron's fault. He's been pacing for a solid hour as the wound on his side slowly clots.]

[He knows that he should put something over it; pressure, a cloth, even his hand, but he can't. His hands are shaking and his head hurts and all he can think of is Riddler.]

[Or, rather, what Riddler did to him. And vice versa.]

[By the time he's worked off enough nervous energy to stop pacing around, he's not alone anymore. A shallow well of shadow forms almost unconsciously behind him (they could be one of Lux's, now that people must know that he has stronger magic) and he turns towards where he thinks his visitor is.

Who's there?

exuviiated

[By the time Aaron gets to his lodgings in the slums, he's determined that doing that... thing, with the Nox, was a very bad idea. He hasn't even had time to explore what his newly-acquired magic can do, and already he can hear loud chittering from the sewers and every dark corner. Well, louder than normal. But nothing attacks him, so he figures that's a good thing.]

[He plops down ungracefully onto the bed he'd luckily bought before the whole carnival fiasco happened, groaning, pulling a half-priced sheet over his face and scrubbing at it a few times before finally settling down.]

[And sleeping. For a solid six hours.]

[After that, he changes and heads out to find people. Maybe they'll know more about this than him-- and maybe they can pool resources. Which finds him running up to the next person he sees, apologetic smile already fixed to his face.]

Hey! Can-- do you have time to talk?

unriddling

[Riddler has a gun.]

[He sits in his apartment, carefully turning it over in his hands. He doesn't really use guns in the first place--a bit too messy for his taste to work into heists, and he's bright enough to use less lethal things even before he had his powers--but he wasn't about to leave a trophy and weapon in the hands of someone that at least wanted to be a threat. And it is a gun, as much as it looks like harpoon. He can feel that it's more powerful, though it's not quite the same as the faint static of wires and the television and the lights. It doesn't fire bullets, but he isn't sure of anything beyond that. Lasers wouldn't surprise him.]

[He wants to test it, regardless of if he's going to use it again.]

[Instead of going out and hunting for a firing range, or some other clear area, he uses what he can. He simply moves the curtains opens his window and stares up at the other buildings. He's not quite at the top floor, and there's a building across the street with a rooftop garden, where a few sunflowers wave in the breeze near the edge. ]

[Why not. He aims it carefully and fires.]

[And then everything explodes.]

[There's no sunflowers anymore. Or a window to his apartment, nor a wall, and he's flat on his back across the room with the back of his head throbbing. Half the city probably saw that beam.]

[As soon as he realizes what happened, he shoves himself to his feet, grabs his few important possessions--the gun itself, the eyeglass, sharp questions, a simple shirt-and-jeans outfit he left on the bed--and runs.]

exuviiated

[Aaron actually fits in to this place, if only in clothes. It is, without a doubt, the weirdest museum he has ever visited.

He wants to go home, but that won't be happening any time soon, so he'll settle for watching a small black spider (sorry, a Nox spider) scurry on the ceiling and window.]

equi_nox

[ Those at the top of Lux Spire may notice things creeping in the shade of plants. These shadows are tiny, reaching the size of rats and no bigger, but take all shapes and formations. Small they may be, but fearless and curious: some of them might snicker and whisper amongst themselves as you pass, while others skitter away underfoot. They seem unwilling to go near the fountain.

Elsewhere, the shadows may reach the size of a cat, and are a little more aggressive. The darkness doesn't seem to be taking kindly to this new cure introduced to the city, and while not ready to launch a full scale attack, they seem to be causing a nuisance to the local citizens in retaliation. As annoyed as they are, these people don't seem too happy to see newcomers - though no one will explain why. ]

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