Joseph Tropiano (luckandchance) wrote in city_limits, @ 2009-04-24 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | joseph tropiano |
Rounding Things Up
"Hey beautiful, made a lot of progress on that weirdo power snatching guy. Turns out his last name is Berg, he's moved to the City recently and according to the guy I questioned he tends to operate out of his house. Of course he wouldn't tell me where that was even after asking as nicely as I did, guess some people just don't want to talk about stuff like this. Berg's old, like 80 or so, hires goons to do his dirty work due to the age issues. He does drive a station wagon with what I hear are tinted windows, which if you think about it makes sense in a horrific kind of way. He's a magic user, real bad mojo, I'm talking human hearts and baby blood, and that's not the worst of it believe it or not, I'll spare you the details. Turns out this guy is obsessed with rare animals and creatures, that sort of thing, he has a private collection of living and dead specimens. How fucking creepy is that? Anyways, looks like this guy Berg? Got bored of animals and decided to move onto humans with supernatural capabilities. I figure he grabs you guys, works his magic and steals your power. I have no idea what he does with them once he has it, I had a hard enough time getting as much information out of his supplier as I did, but I figure if he's a collector then he's got them somewhere, maybe in his house? Find his house, find your power, baby. Anyways I should get home, need to grab a couple hours of sleep, but my phone's on if you need me for anything. I love you."
Joseph tossed his phone into the passenger side of his car and reached over his back to touch a couple sore places from where his back had hit the wall, none of the cuts or bruises were that serious, but they'd hurt for a couple days. The whole being thrown into a wall with all the force of a hurricance was one thing a man like Joseph couldn't walk away from unscatched.
He rolled his neck and took a quick drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke linger before sliding in behind the wheel of the car, hand stilling as it reached for the keys to turn the ignition. His attention had been caught by the delightful display of fire now being played across his rear view mirror.
Good.
Joseph reversed the car and turned the wheel in his hand, accelerating away quickly. That supplier wasn't going to be selling any red-flagged items to anybody anytime soon.