Magic. Science.

January 04, 2019:

A caper is blundered at Lexcorp

Lexcorp

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Fade In…

Magic turns up in the oddest places. Like this very tall, very shiny building. Darkedge pulls his hood up more securely as he peers up at its reflective windows. Reflective means he can't see the shadows beyond and so can not slip in that way. It makes him frown. But, stubborn, the elf slips around to the side of hte building, searching for a way in.

*

Magic? She wasn't sure about that. Technology, though, that lit up Lena's radar more often than not. This place, these cities, were strange and she needed better gear to keep on her path. You lose, you learn, you improve. On the menu tonight was Lexcorp and its delicious collection of toys - Darkedge wasn't the only one interested in this towering building.

As he circles the building, he'll find the darker cuts of layout, shadows galore that dig into the smaller places of the structure. Keen enough, he'll also find that a locked passage is open. The light on a finger-pad is green, welcoming, inviting. Someone has just passed through, or left it open by accident.

*

Green, welcoming, inviting, to anyone but one who hates the light and loves the dark. But, the slightly ajar door does beckon him and through the shadow in the crack of hte door he slips. His silver eyes slide about for guardsmen before he sets off down the hall, headed more or less toward the source of hte magic.

*

A kiss of frost lingers on the floor, a couple of guards left outcold. They were blue-collar, nothing peak about their conditionings. They were normal men probably clocking their nightly '9 to 5'. They weren't hurt, badly, just knocked out it seems and the space holds a drop in temperature. The camera feeds seem to fall flat, dead and unmoving without any indication that they're picking up on anything. Nothing grinds, nothing shifts, the entry point and its room is silent.

The building offers two options for those visiting both officially and unofficially - Up or Down.

*

The frost is noted, but without a magical signature, Darkedge is not completely sure what's caused it. Nor does it seem to matter. The way is easy for him, so he continues on his way, slipping from shadow to shadow, not at all bothered by the dropping temperatures. If he even feels them through his enchanted leather armor.

*

Office buildings aren't without their charms. This place has a litter of them, mixed in with research, development, pencil pushing and labs. Some shinies were up, higher still, kept behind glass in show cases and board rooms. Good stuff, though, real good stuff, was often hidden away and below the ground. Like a hive network it sprawls, going to places below the regular destinations of Ground and Basement.

The deeper down the shadows crawl, the more ice and frost make the path. Breathing catches, chills form (for those that suffer them, that is), and more guards are found out for the evening. The guards, however, are changing, becoming more skillful both in body and mind. Even if one is found struggling against a sheet of ice that keeps him in place, it's crackling, threatening to shatter. "You little bitch!" He calls out, a pop of brilliant blue light glows from down another set of stairs.

*

That brilliant blue light nearly making Darkedge hiss aloud even as he winces from the spots in his vision. The guard calling out draws his gaze and seeing the cracking ice, the elf steps over and knocks the human out fully, then leaves him. Something… non-magical… has done this and is headed toward teh magic he's tracking. This is something that he really must unvestigate.

So, slipping from shadow to shadow, Darkedge hastens his steps down said flight of stairs.

*

If thanks could be given, it would have, but any sign that the loud mouth was out cold doesn't reach the building's other visitor of the evening. Instead, another showering of light hums out, almost singing as it glazes across the tighter space, coating it in frozen spikes. She could pull a trigger, she could fight dirty if she had to, but Cold was not a fighter persay. That as made evident by the sudden hand around her throat, plucking the girl up and slamming her back against a near by wall. Growling, her feet dangle, settling flat footed on the wall as one hand holds to a forearm, the other leveling her gun to kick off another shot.

*

That light again! Darkedge sneers and when it fades his vision returns to spy the girl, summoner of snow angels, being held aloft by some one.. some human, he does not know. A step and he materializes out of the man's shadow, at his back, the tip of one diamond blade suddenly pressed into the man's back, between ribs near his heart.

"This… was a grave mistake, human," he hisses softly, voice cold and dispassionate. In the low light, Darkedge's silver eyes gleam a wordless warning, a heartless threat.

*

Dispatching guards was one thing, but once things got more physical, it was kill or be killed in most situations. The blade causes him to grunt, a rush of crimson bubbling up and dribbling down his lips. The girl stares from behind her visored eyes, hood up and winter attire in full. That pause in grip was enough for her to pull the trigger, triangular shaped barrel up and under the man's chin. Firing, the guard's body goes still and she slips from his hand.

It was only then that she noticed what had happened. Gun up, she levels it Darkedge's way, glaring behind her eye gear and then canting her head. "The hell are you doing here?"

*

Human dispatched, Darkedge shapes the diamond blade back around his forearm, leaving him standing apparently unarmed and defenseless on the other side of the corpse from Lena. He leaves that cold and inhuman gaze upon her.

"Searching for a magical artifact. But I find you instead. How you create the Frost is still a mistery to me," he says levelly, the lightest of smirks on his lips.

*

"Science." She answers apathetically. "Good luck with whatever you're looking for." She offers, taking a step back and turning to head in another directly. She steps, she mouths and counts down. Shifting in space, she ducks into a crook of the passage way, gun up and closing her eyes, her lips still moving without voice. Another pair of guards pace down their way, a glance down the hall to see one of their own standing still.

"Jim?" A guard asks, turning to head their way.

*

"Science." repeats teh elf, weighing the words he thinks he's heard before. All as he watches hide in plain sight (to him!). He watches her mouthing silently to herself, and his head tilts. Odd odd human, this one. Well, he'll continue on, he supposes, stepping silently over the body and continuing on his way, down the hall, in the direction Lena was moving.

*

Jim, of course, doesn't answer. The guard turns down the path and heads in the other's direction, unaware of the hidden snowbunny and the shadow of the elf. Circling the man, the guard reaches up, poking at the frozen hunk of ice that was the man's head. He sniffs, eyeing down to find the patch of blood flowering against the man's back. Growling, he reaches up, pressing a button on the comm in his ear. "We have intruders. Lethal ones. High alert."

*

We… have company, the dark elf's mind whispers telepathically toward Lena's. He doesn't have a sense of her mind, nor is he altogether certain she is among those human who can hear his thoughts when offered. Most can only hear him if he forcefully shoves his thoughts into theirs, a thing he finds rude and distasteful. So, present his thoughts to the snowbunny he does, eyes sliding from her very obvious to him hiding spot to Jim and the other guards.

*

Lena jumps. The voice in her head wasn't something very welcomed, nor was it something she was prepared for. So much so that jump was enough to give her away. Before alarms start blaring and giving away that this secure location wasn't so secure, the guard checking on Jim turns and faces Lena. "Fuck sake…" She grumbles and moves out, gun up and firing off. It was time to go.

*

Ugh, that light. Darkedge frowns again. But. Light gives birth to dark dark shadows, and so he steps directly behind the woman.

Time to go, I think. Will you allow me to egress us? he Sends again, her jump having told him that he heard her. He can just leave her here, hints the wordless undertone to his thoughts, but she intrigues him and her snow angels still hold his fancy, so he'd rather not leave her to die, unless she wants him to.

*

Beggers and choosers. Her exit was getting clogged up by now with more able bodies. Growling, she moves to the man she had frozen solid, kicking at its form and causing it to fall and shatter, skipping and glimmering across the floor. "Do it." She tells the Elf. "Now! We need to get out, now!"

*

Let us hope that door remained open, shall we? Sends the elf with a faint flicker of amusement. Ghosting up behind Lena once again, Darkedge reaches out and sets a hand on her shoulder. The other wraps about her middle to hold her securely.

Close your eyes. is the only warning she gets before she's stepped through the Shadow.

The Shadow, a void-realm of utter darkness and absolute cold, is formless and endless and swoons to Darkedge's request to shunt them from one place to another. Perhaps he can be felt to shift against his passenger just before their feet once more touch ground, outside, and several blocks away.

Darkedge loosens his hold but stays near by enough that should she stumble, he will catch her.

There, now….

*

A smart remark sets ready on her dark lips as his arms find her. When told to shut her eyes, she doesn't - at first, allowing her tense form to be pushed and pulled into that vacant space. Curiousity be damned, the girl does open her eyes to look out at the nothing, the chill actually causing her to shiver in his grip.

Out, down, she feels her knees buckle briefly before finding her balance once more. A step away and out of his bubble, she turns to face him and stares behind her visor. "Don't do that." She starts. "Don't talk in my head."

*

"My apologies," says the elf, hands coming away and up. The universal 'I mean no harm' or 'I surrender' motion. "I am pleasantly surprised you heard me. Send is much easier for me." It's an admission from the elf.

*

Lena grumbles, the night ruined for the time being. Pacing, she sighs, slipping her gun against her thigh and reaching up to rip her hood back. Visor off, she eyes the elf coldly. "Why the hell where you there?"

*

"This question was answered," he says calmly into the storm of her ire. Unruffled by it, rather he seems almost amused.

"I sensed magic."

*

"I heard you the first time, I'm asking /why/. Why were you there of all places? Tonight? Dammit!" She rages still, turning and kicking against the wall before stepping back and rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "Well…they're probably too busy looking for us. You can do your…whatever, and go get your magic thing. My night is a bust."

*

If she heard him, why is she asking the same question? He answered. He was there because he sensed magic. That building, tonight, because magic. So, unsure how to answer the question, again, Darkedge stays silent.

"Oh, there is only the one way in and one way out. That door that was ajar. I would rather not have to kill the whole of the building and risk taking until Sun Comes Up to get out. No, I will leave that bit of magic for another day." His night's a bust too, but, there will be other nights and he is unconcerned.

*

Lena blinks, staring Edge's way. "Oh…shit. I did that." Shaking her head, she groans. "I screwed up my whole night and let you in. I did that. I'm…getting sloppy." Chastising herself, she slips her visors back on and digs up to replace her hood. "Well…thanks for the escape, but I don't usually work with others. Work well, anyway."

*

The elf regards the human, watching her chide herself for it all. Thanked, he bows faintly. He doesn't play well with others often either, but this was faintly amusing. A step back and the elf finds a shadow but waits a bit before stepping away.

*

Lena lingers, watching and waiting. That hesitation is noted. "What?" She asks him now, head tilting to one side. "What're you waiting for, Caveboy?"

*

"You to leave," is the reply from the darkness. Is there amusement in his voice? A cold humor, perhaps at her expense? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Maybe definitely.

"That would be polite, would it not?" Definitely humor.

*

"You have no idea how frustrated I am or how badly I want to shoot you." She tells him, blunt and to the point all with an irritated flare to her otherwise stoic and apathetic demeanor. Her jaw tenses and after a breath, she moves up and closer to the elf and his darkness. "Look," she all but growls, her voice shifting and starting to calm. "Thanks for saving my ass."

*

Darkedge watches all of this, as one would watch reality TV. She draws near. He doesn't flinch.

"You are most welcome," he says, almost regally, that touch of hte old world. Even a slight bow for her. Humans are so fascinating some times! How quickly their mood shifts.

*

The girl's nose twitchs, her lips doing the same. Where she was fascinating to him, he was infuriating to her. Sighing, she turns and starts heading down the other end of the alley.

*

Darkedge watches and when she turns the corner he steps away, off to find some easier bit of magical artifact to collect.

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