The warlock had been worried since Friday, when Hope Jubal introduced herself and proceeded to lead her in a series of questions about the warehouse fires that consumed warehouses 89, 87, and 90. Which she had been guilty of. Which she found herself seeming very much so, with her inability to lie. It was also difficult when there was a sketch of her face with Hope. She hadn?t known how to respond to that, so she floundered. Then Mach showed up, and rescued her.
Yesterday, Saturday, she had gone with Mach to speak with Mach?s lawyer and had gotten him on a retainer. Just in case.
Later that night she stole down to the docks, and managed to find out information on a certain shipment of last minute Christmas items and where they would be stored.
It was difficult, she found, for her to even go out and attempt to shop for anyone for christmas, without wanting to break down in the middle of the store. She found that it was going to be a difficult holiday without her brother there to celebrate as well. Just like how earlier in the week she went with her mother to see the lights of New York, and it just didn?t feel right. And seeing people everyday, all over in the marketplace, with bags and gifts for others, it made her bitter.
So she figured she?d add a little chaos to the holidays, and burn something else, With pleasure this time. This time though, there would be precautions.
As evening fell over the city of Rhy?din, she slipped from her greenhouse, and lost herself in the crowds of still busy streets.It took nearly thirty minutes for her to make her way from her greenhouse down to the warehouse numbered 55. On the way, she smoked half of a hand rolled joint, and a cigarette. When she reached it, her feet slowed to a stop, and she tilted her head up to survey the building, and considered how to go about what she wanted to do. The warehouse was large, which meant that there was a lot of area for her to glamour.
She moved to start circling the building, murmuring and laying the illusion of the warehouse as it was over the whole of the building. There was no change, but she knew once things started to burn that she would end that facade. The best part was that the flames would be hidden away, unable to pull the attention of those that wished to valiantly help fight fire and risk their lives. The only thing she could not be able to mask was the scent of smoke, but with the number of chimneys that had clouds of smoke billowing from them she figure that it would not be much of a problem. Once she was finished with glamouring the building, she skirted back around so that she could slip through the door, and out of sight of any one that could have been passing by.
Clothes, figurines, a various other little gifts and the like filled the warehouse. She couldn?t tell that from the darkness that swallowed the insides up, but she knew it from the list that she had stolen from the Dock master?s papers. Crackling blue electricity was called to life on her hand, and rolled into the warm orange glow of fire. Without care, she slung it towards the shadows that loomed upwards with the light illumination.
Something caught. Most likely cardboard, and soon the flames spread, hungrily eating both cardboard and wooden crates alike. She let go of all her frustrations and worries with each handful of fire that she flung. She watched for a moment, before another two balls of fire were slung, landed and grew as well. Then she stepped back, so that she was near the door, and the fresh air that it offered. With a quiet fascination, she watched the flames hungrily devour everything that they touched, before soon the fire was roaring, something that would soon reach high enough temperatures to melt the metal of the warehouse.
She lingered for as long as she could stand the heavy smoke that came from the flames, before she finally gave up, and left, just as quiet as she had arrived.
There was a smirk on her face as she left, as it would be well into morning when the warehouse would be discovered, nothing but a shell of twisted misshapen metal and smoldering embers.
Yesterday, Saturday, she had gone with Mach to speak with Mach?s lawyer and had gotten him on a retainer. Just in case.
Later that night she stole down to the docks, and managed to find out information on a certain shipment of last minute Christmas items and where they would be stored.
It was difficult, she found, for her to even go out and attempt to shop for anyone for christmas, without wanting to break down in the middle of the store. She found that it was going to be a difficult holiday without her brother there to celebrate as well. Just like how earlier in the week she went with her mother to see the lights of New York, and it just didn?t feel right. And seeing people everyday, all over in the marketplace, with bags and gifts for others, it made her bitter.
So she figured she?d add a little chaos to the holidays, and burn something else, With pleasure this time. This time though, there would be precautions.
As evening fell over the city of Rhy?din, she slipped from her greenhouse, and lost herself in the crowds of still busy streets.It took nearly thirty minutes for her to make her way from her greenhouse down to the warehouse numbered 55. On the way, she smoked half of a hand rolled joint, and a cigarette. When she reached it, her feet slowed to a stop, and she tilted her head up to survey the building, and considered how to go about what she wanted to do. The warehouse was large, which meant that there was a lot of area for her to glamour.
She moved to start circling the building, murmuring and laying the illusion of the warehouse as it was over the whole of the building. There was no change, but she knew once things started to burn that she would end that facade. The best part was that the flames would be hidden away, unable to pull the attention of those that wished to valiantly help fight fire and risk their lives. The only thing she could not be able to mask was the scent of smoke, but with the number of chimneys that had clouds of smoke billowing from them she figure that it would not be much of a problem. Once she was finished with glamouring the building, she skirted back around so that she could slip through the door, and out of sight of any one that could have been passing by.
Clothes, figurines, a various other little gifts and the like filled the warehouse. She couldn?t tell that from the darkness that swallowed the insides up, but she knew it from the list that she had stolen from the Dock master?s papers. Crackling blue electricity was called to life on her hand, and rolled into the warm orange glow of fire. Without care, she slung it towards the shadows that loomed upwards with the light illumination.
Something caught. Most likely cardboard, and soon the flames spread, hungrily eating both cardboard and wooden crates alike. She let go of all her frustrations and worries with each handful of fire that she flung. She watched for a moment, before another two balls of fire were slung, landed and grew as well. Then she stepped back, so that she was near the door, and the fresh air that it offered. With a quiet fascination, she watched the flames hungrily devour everything that they touched, before soon the fire was roaring, something that would soon reach high enough temperatures to melt the metal of the warehouse.
She lingered for as long as she could stand the heavy smoke that came from the flames, before she finally gave up, and left, just as quiet as she had arrived.
There was a smirk on her face as she left, as it would be well into morning when the warehouse would be discovered, nothing but a shell of twisted misshapen metal and smoldering embers.