Panic at the Disco


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Chapter 1
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Mild Violence

Raban passes her immunity along to Tasi for the Corrupted event

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Tasi


The news from Faline was frightening. Though she had not yet seen its effects, so involved was she in the running of The Huntress, the mood in her club was predominantly “frightened.” Senàn had been increasingly involved in keeping the peace between those patrons who lashed out at another from fear. His scaly form had just tossed a man onto the street for pulling a weapon in her establishment, and she was all the more glad for it. 

Returning to her place at the bar, she ran a hand over his scales. “I don’t know why in Grace’s name this place has become infinitely more difficult to manage,” she murmured, her voice low. “You’d think that this… affliction affected the minds of people, made them more likely to commit violence, than what I’ve heard it actually does.” 

Senàn’s pupils dilated in the dark interior, his eyes wandering over the crowd, missing nothing. It is difficult to say, Child of Fire, he said, his gaze meeting hers. But people are so often negatively affected by fear. It is likely nothing more than that.

She sighed, venturing behind the counter, rag in hand, as she wiped down the bar. Her normal barkeep had called in ill- she could only hope that they did not have this thing that was going around. “I certainly hope that it is only that, though I don’t trust that the Archon has a plan. She’s trapped up in that tower of hers, not willing to travel among the people. If that doesn’t speak volumes about the situation, I don’t know what does.”

She settled into the role of hostess, providing food, drink, and services to those in need of it. Her eyes roamed the crowd, her ears listened for any gossip. It was well into the evening when she saw a flash of wings- those were certainly unusual, and the mark of a mage. Perhaps it was one who needed her services, though her line did not run backwards. This was the terminal stop. 

Still, those wings were ones to keep eyes on. Perhaps the owner would come and speak with her, and they could discuss mage business, if their beliefs aligned- and if it was an Order mage, Tasi would do whatever it took to keep them from discovering the rooms below The Huntress.