WHO: A man and a woman. WHEN: Late Tuesday night. WHERE: Outdoors. SUMMARY: Ominous Discussions. WARNINGS: None.
“If he breathes it, he’ll die.”
The sentence in and of itself was concerning, but her tone relayed a twinge of elation that couldn’t be contained.
“That’s what we’re banking on, isn’t it?”
He didn’t sound as delighted as she did but there was a palpable smugness about him. “And even if we fail, at least there will be chaos.”
She didn’t laugh a cheery tune, but her eyes were dancing anyway. Holding up the Horn, she examined it carefully as she clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth.
“Once we imbibe the North Wind’s Horn with the Potion you procured, will it be useless?”
“Who knows? Does it matter?”
A brief pause.
“No.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “We can always get another object next time.”
She tapped a hand against his face a couple of times, too hard for it to be an affectionate love tap, but too softly for it to be a slap. The last connection of palm against cheek stayed there, her thumb going to touch his other cheek and squeezing so that his face became fishesque.
“For how slow he ages, I wonder how quickly he’ll decompose.”
He pushed her hand away, but he didn’t look entirely displeased. “Maybe they’ll just find a skeleton.”
Sighing, she looked over the city from the top of the building they were standing on.
“Did you want to do the honors?” She held the horn at an angle so that he might pour the Potion inside the horn’s opening.
He took up the potion and poured it in carefully. “To the future of Woodsbridge.”
She tilted the horn back carefully, urging it to drink all that it had been given. Once she was satisfied, she brought the mouthpiece to her lips as she tilted it skyward and blew, a purple mist drifting out of the silent horn.
The mist grew in mass slowly as it started to carry across the sky and down into the streets, drifting through and into any crevices, nooks, and crannies it could find while the whole of the town slumbered away, unknowing of the disorder they would awaken to.
OOC NOTE: This happens shortly before our plot calendar volunteers see a face in the sky. We're working on updating the Power Swap spreadsheet and will get that posted as soon as we add in all of today's additions. :)