Arms bred in the s of a bck car strolling through some northward streets of the South-Western District: “Gray Alert. Gray Alert. Suspected site going dark in the Pearson House. Suspected site going dark. Nearby units please respond.”
“Fug hell, sed time this week?” The one in the drivi, going by the ame of der, asked as he dismissed the arm.
“We’re close enough. We should go.” The one in the passenger seat, going by the ame Bolt, shook his head.
“Nah, we should wait a bit.” der slowly merged into a left turhose who got there first have to write the reports. I don’t know if I have time for that.”
“Nobody has time for that.” Bolt scoffed: “I don’t know why they would even require it. But - maybe the newbies would want to do it. I would if it’s my first or sed year.”
“Yeah, yeah.” der nodded as he made the turn and pulled the car into the slow ne. Acc to his memories, to get to the Pearson House site he just o ght along this road for a bit, exit on the right and then follow a narrow ne up a hill for a short dista was at most a 20 minute drive if they would speed up slightly. But right now they had very little iion to do so.
“So - what do you think burhe site this time?” After a round half a minute of silence, Bolt asked, his breathing heavier and faster by a small extent: “What, uh I mean - what do you think happe time?”
“I don’t think about it. I don’t know anything about it.” der shook his head.
“e on, you’ve got higher access than most, you must know something.”
“And I’m telling you I don’t know and I don’t really wanna know.” der coughed then sighed: “Trust me, the more you know the more trouble it could bring you. Because they are more likely to seek you out and force you to do stuff if they know you know. So unless you are well ected and want to rise through the ranks and gain favors from the cil, trying to stay low is the best cause of survival.”
“But if we don’t know what caused it, how we even resolve the - the thing?”
“I wouldn’t reend asking that of anyone - it’s never up to our level to actually resolve any of the problems.” der scratched his forehead and then his nose bridge: “It’s always someone who knows, who practices both the forbidden martial arts as well as rituals. They are the true pilrs of our operation. As long as they’re there, all we o do is stop civilians from ing too close, poke around the se and surrounding neighborhoods and sometimes up after the mess. And occasionally, we o do the work of shutting nosy civilians up.”
“Didn’t a few of them perish - ”
“Ssssh!” der shushed the younger man in the passenger seat: “Shut your mouth or I’m gonna have to throw you outta this car! Just keep it to yourself, okay!? Don’t get involved with what doesn’t you!”
The rest of the ride was silent and even more awkward than before.
They finally got to the surrounding area of the site, which was already closed off with police tapes, some other bck vehicles just like theirs and some of their cohorts. The once fand grand mansion was now covered by some kind of bck fog. H on top of the house was a grim bck cloud. Dark threads draped from the cloud and into the mansion, through its roof and windows. her der nor Bolt knew what was going on - the cloud, the threads, and the fog or mist surrounding the mansion. Everything about the site reeked of foul curses and tragic grudges.
Two men with distinct robes stood in front of the house. The one on the left was wearing all bck, with white bagua symbols printed on his bad his sleeves. The one on the right was wearing all red, with some are symbols of unknown sources on his shoulders and waist.
“What’s happening?” der asked another duo as he hopped off the car.
“They just said the site had some kind of vengeful spirit outbreak. And they’re dealing with it.” The driver from another car responded.
The two men in robes raised their right hands at the same time. Two spinning short swords of simir sizes arose from their palms. The sword of the man in a bck robe glowed in pale silver light, while the sword of the man in a red robe glowed in a dark red light. The two men swung their hands at the dark cloud above the mansion. The swords made a buzzing sound and shot at the cloud leaving streaks of afterimages behind.
With horror in their eyes, those who were not tasked with handling the site watched as two giant, pale hands with boney fingers and long sharp nails broke out from the cloud and blocked the two swords. Immediately, a pale and bloodied face of a oked through the cloud. A long sshing wound spanned across her face, cutting through her nose and the space below her eyes. She opened her mouth, and out exploded a window shattering scream as well as dark red fog.
“Back off! Back off!” The two men in robes screamed.
The two swords were corroded and crumbled in mere seds, the blood fog swept through the two men’s robes. Within the blink of an eye, colorful energy was ripped from their bodies, while their flesh and bones withered and colpsed into piles of tar and pus.
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