[ Estevez glances back at Alan as he speaks up, and is the one that answers him this time: ] There was a theory going around the FBC that every paranatural entity has some resonance it leaves behind. If the Shadow operates the same? Then, yes. It could. If thats what you mean by "The Dark Presence."
[ Steve let's Alan go as his eyes are locked onto where the Director was. He always forgets how fast she can move until he sees her in action. Even then, this was unusual. Maybe not panicked, but, stressed. Worried. He's never seen Jesse lose control, and doubts he will now, but he has to wonder what just happened.
Estevez orders the agents there to start fortifying what they can. Make sure the power is secure. Light for the cellblock, because the leaders of the Cult don't need to die. The agents finish suiting up their odd square devices. Steve takes a look around before he motions for Alan to follow him. He pulls his pistol--just in case.
Jesse has already situated herself down on the other control point. This time her shoes are kicked to the side and her gloves on top of them. Bare feet and hands are on the asphalt as her head is bowed. Her hair is still pulled back in a braid that ends in a ponytail, but it's tumbled over to help obscure her face.
« It's here. It's EVERYWHERE here. Was it always like this? Did the story make it this way? Or did the story grip everything because it's so deep? It's had years to settle into this area. Not just the years since Alan disappeared. Older than that... come on, come on. One last push. Then, all we can do is wait. Come ON! »
Another shockwave hits as Steve steps into the asphalt. He only lowers the gun once he sees Jesse is still hunched in the circle, hands and feet bare. Her head is still touching the ground and she seems fine. Except the keen observer will realize how she is panting and her while body is shaking.
« There that's all we can do for now-- »
Her eyes widen slightly as she feels something come through the Hotline. It's powerful, malevolent. Evil. It's not a message to her. It's an echo baked into the ground of Bright Falls itself. One that is unearthed not by her, but by the two combatants being present again.
『 I am much older than you. Older than your first work of art. I will find a new face to wear. Someone else to dream me free. 』
Jesse feels her legs give out from under her and slips down to her side. Her breath is labored. It's taken more out of her than she thought. The Echo fades and she slumps slightly. ]
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[ Steve let's Alan go as his eyes are locked onto where the Director was. He always forgets how fast she can move until he sees her in action. Even then, this was unusual. Maybe not panicked, but, stressed. Worried. He's never seen Jesse lose control, and doubts he will now, but he has to wonder what just happened.
Estevez orders the agents there to start fortifying what they can. Make sure the power is secure. Light for the cellblock, because the leaders of the Cult don't need to die. The agents finish suiting up their odd square devices. Steve takes a look around before he motions for Alan to follow him. He pulls his pistol--just in case.
Jesse has already situated herself down on the other control point. This time her shoes are kicked to the side and her gloves on top of them. Bare feet and hands are on the asphalt as her head is bowed. Her hair is still pulled back in a braid that ends in a ponytail, but it's tumbled over to help obscure her face.
« It's here. It's EVERYWHERE here. Was it always like this? Did the story make it this way? Or did the story grip everything because it's so deep? It's had years to settle into this area. Not just the years since Alan disappeared. Older than that... come on, come on. One last push. Then, all we can do is wait. Come ON! »
Another shockwave hits as Steve steps into the asphalt. He only lowers the gun once he sees Jesse is still hunched in the circle, hands and feet bare. Her head is still touching the ground and she seems fine. Except the keen observer will realize how she is panting and her while body is shaking.
« There that's all we can do for now-- »
Her eyes widen slightly as she feels something come through the Hotline. It's powerful, malevolent. Evil. It's not a message to her. It's an echo baked into the ground of Bright Falls itself. One that is unearthed not by her, but by the two combatants being present again.
『 I am much older than you. Older than your first work of art. I will find a new face to wear. Someone else to dream me free. 』
Jesse feels her legs give out from under her and slips down to her side. Her breath is labored. It's taken more out of her than she thought. The Echo fades and she slumps slightly. ]