Thread: A Monster: Now and Forever (Razgriz x kuro_bara)

Ricendithas snuck along the wall of the motel facing the water, keeping his head below the sills so that no emergency personnel would see him last thing he needed was to get caught. But at least the fire - well, there wasn't really an out of control fire and all the response teams would find would be a scorched circle in the floor and a melted brass fire sprinkler - would center their attention here. Perhaps I should go see about that body now...Maybe I can learn a thing or two about who that man worked the warlock mused with that woman now familiar with him, he needed to be careful. Powerful as he was, he didn't really know how strong this woman was and given how she was able to curse him he knew treading carefully was the best thing to do. He felt the cool night air whip about his skin, his eye peering up to see the shining stars of the brilliant heavens. So many other industrialized countries had their streets lit that it blocked out the points of light in the sky, but here they were. Clear as day. Giving himself a quick mental shake, he quickened his pace throughout the now-emptier streets of Venice to reach the caf. Except when he got there...There was no body. No corpse it was like the man was never here to begin with. Ricendithas cursed someone must have moved it to prevent him getting a look at it. But now he knew for sure That woman knew something too. Now he really felt like a rookie for letting her go but then, there was something else that he could do. Ricendithas took a calming breath and sat down where the dead man once lay, as he needed to consider his options. If she did know something, no doubt she would try to make a break out of the city. Go somewhere she thought was safe since she didn't bother with trying to take him out. But if she knew he was following her, she might change course and lead him somewhere completely remote. Damn it, if only he knew where she was staying at he could follow her then put a trace on where she was going. But judging by the way she dressed and the fact she was a witch, it was probably somewhere upscale. One of the higher-end places...But maybe he was trying too hard. He knew her magic by now and despite the fact that she'd removed the curse from, magic always left a 'calling card'. A little piece of itself in whatever it affected a skilled caster could easily extract this fragment and turn it into an improvised means of tracking via phylactery. Sadly, despite his experience in the arcane arts, the warlock did not possess the skill set to perform this type...Though he wasn't without his resources. Like all users of the arcane, each one could 'feel' each other's magic this was due to the fundamental nature of magic itself, as it was a continuum of energy from which new life was created or transformed. It took years to realize this and even more to learn how the subtle variations of magicka in each individual wielder could be interpreted, but it was something that the warlock had learned to do. Except unlike true phylactery, his technique could only cover a few square blocks...A massive limitation, but something he could utilize nonetheless. He raised his left hand up, palm horizontal and spoke Ignis dirige semitam ad tenebras. An invisible burst of flame shot out in a hemispherical fashion this technique would have the fire react with the most recent energy signatures that his body had come into contact with. Of course, it likely wouldn't be quite as selective as he would have liked since it would react with any energy however, his plan was to find a common one that was relatively fresh. He did notice a reaction however looking up, the warlock saw a bright light at the top of a very ritzy-looking hotel. Several to be exact seemed this was a frequent hotspot for witches or other magical beings. That's interesting he mused as he made his over to the hotel repeating the spell again, he found a smaller number of the lights trailing from the entrance. Over and over again, this was repeated eventually he found his way to a train station and after repeating the spell one last time, he saw a signature on one of the cars that was just pulling out. No, no, stay damn it! he mentally shouted as he tried to hurry to catch it however, it quickly pulled too far away for him to attempt trying to jump on it. Plan B the warlock muttered giving a quick look around, a small blip of flame shot out from a concealed finger and landed on the rearmost car. He might not have been able to track others efficiently, but tracking himself was something even the most inexperienced magic user could accomplish after all, it fell back to the magical signature. Finding your own was the easiest thing in the world to do. He then made his way out of the subway station perhaps he could try to sneak back into the hotel. He did pay for two nights there, after all then again, he did start a fire. Seems like I'll be staying in an alley tonight Ricendithas muttered didn't really matter though. All he really needed was a map of Europe...Which he left in his motel room and was likely now confiscated. Thankfully, they wouldn't find his prints on it his use of fire magic made sure that no fingerprints could be found. Or any trace evidence for that matter. But it also meant he was shit out of luck unless he could find another map.