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Subject: Pssst! Over Here! [Closed] Wed Jan 17, 2018 6:32 pm
---------------------- Pssst! Over Here! ----------------------
A laconic sigh escaped her lips when the glass doors swung open for her. It felt almost like a relief leaving the Studio offices for once in this waning morning. Getting regularly chewed out by your bosses about deadlines and "quality content" is never an enjoyable affair no matter what kind of pay you're getting. But that was the normal day in her life. Normal. It felt almost like a sin in itself. Endymion was supposed to be something special. It was supposed the Ground Zero of the devastating debacle that was the Eternal Divide.
Demons, monster, and supernatural beings... It was everything a reporter could ask for. To look upon the more glorious sights never seen before for the Common Man. She expected to find something of actual substance. But give or take a few years, it turned out to be a continuous drag of mundane obligations. Save for the occasional Cadet saving the day, there was nothing worth experiencing and nothing worth reporting. She was so close to getting something all those nights ago, chasing after the mysterious figure in white. It would be easy to call it quits, but that just wouldn't be herself. After all--
"'Ey, buddy? Ya got a minute? Yea', you! C'me 'ere!"
Ripped straight out of reverie, there was a man to the side, as if waiting for her. A nondescript figure was before her when she finally faced him. Young and more possibly in his early twenties, impatient and fidgety. The Reporter cocked a confused head to the side. There were many questions to ask, but the sheer curiosity drew her to him. "Can I help you, Sir?"
The man took one careful eye at her for a moment, as if wondering if this was a good idea. But some final decision got the better of him. It shouldn't be too hard to get her full attention. But then again, calling for it wasn't hard anyway. He drawled to her, "Ya're them reporters, a'ight? How do ya feel about a good story... about 'dem Psyche-Terrorists?"
Hook, line, and sinker. With a few words, he got his audience as her eyes blinked a couple of times. Within the next millisecond a pen and notepad scrambled out of her pockets. She continued to fumble around with the pages, hopefully trying to seek out for a clean blank page. "I'm listening."
The man seemed a slight bit perturbed how eager she seemed. Perhaps the bait was far too much than he expected, at least that's what he considered for the first moment. Then he quickly basked in it and enjoyed the attention he was receiving. "There be a couple that'd wanna talk with ya. Meet'em tonight at the Emporium Stretch in the Backlight. Tell 'em Larceny sent ya."
The sound of each notebook page swiping past can still be heard on her end before the staccato-ed scribbling arrived to mark that scant information he just mentioned. She had to hurry. There was much more information to be had. Maybe this was the big break for real. This time she just couldn't mess it up! "Toni...ght at... Empori...um. Stre...tch. Ok, but--eh? Ehhh?"
There was only an empty space and she was alone in the crowd of other city-goers meandering the streets. Something strange was going on. Most people would think that was a clear sign to stay clear away from some weird guy and his group of Psyche-Terrorist buddies. But not her, this had to be the scoop of a lifetime. This would certainly cinch it. Though there was still something left to be desired.
"Geez. The least you could do is ask me out for lunch..."