Bad Medicine [Night: Rory Thyme Awakening]

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Under the assault of light the demon of disease finally fell, it's grotesque body dissolving as if the decay of time had finally caught up to it. The lights flickered once more, seeming to catch on their fuse and light was restored to the darkened underground. It was as if nothing ever happened at all.


A voice echoed, unseen yet breaking the stillness of the moment.
"You've shown some promise, but anything stronger would have given you a run for your money, so to speak. Many of these dangers can't be faced alone. Fortunately there is an organization that exists to combat the corruption of the demons, those that the queen employs. Check the pillar." Should Rory look to his nearest support column he would find a flyer in a striking type-face, advertising some place called The Platinum Playhouse and giving directions to its location.
"If you're interested help is always appreciated. And duly rewarded." The last words from the mysterious voice would reverberate strongly across the walls of the tunnels but would speak no more.

Should Rory inspect the paper or not, after a few moments it would catch fire and be consumed in an instant, leaving not even ash behind. Flash paper on a timed spark trigger, just for insurance. The young man would find himself alone again, yet with a new power.

Rory made his way to the flyer, the high of the fight very much still there. Hidden eyes studied the paper intently, only stepping back after the paper caught alight. With a heavy, shaking sigh, the Terrorist's disguise faded away, and he slumped to his knees.

His shoulder's shook, as he stared at the ground, starting to laugh quietly. "Ohhhhh man. I'm so fucking screwed."

[EXIT]