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Ezekiel sat at the old time worn computer desk in his mostly bare motel room, head in his hands. He discovered shortly after Az's departure that he could no longer manage even the most elementary of magic. He assumed that was what Az had taken, as insurance to not leave the city. Not that leaving was feasible now anyway. Ever since the outbreak of a mysterious plague, the entirety of St. Francis was on quarantine lock-down. He groaned. Letting Az bring him to this forsaken city was a mistake. The mind numbing boredom was almost- almost worse than the constant voice in his ear trying to drive him mad. He would accept Az back in a heartbeat, if only to exit the retched place he was condemned to probably die in now. Perhaps that was the plan all along.
The mild buzz of the radio unit stole Zeke's attention from his pondering.
Odd, he was sure he'd left the contraption turned off. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he say the smoky tail of an oh-so-familair demon. But his musing was interrupted by the suddenly blaring announcement.
"Alert! An anonymous source has detailed the plague to be of DEMONIC origins. Information is as of yet, unconfirmed. Citizens ar-"
Zeke ceased listening.
"Demons... Why, that would explain this whole thing now, wouldnt it."
He stood, stretching briefly before lightly placing his hat upon his head.
From underneath his bed, he dug out his bags, and withdrew his sword. It gleamed in the faint light.
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Ezekiel sat at the old time worn computer desk in his mostly bare motel room, head in his hands. He discovered shortly after Az's departure that he could no longer manage even the most elementary of magic. He assumed that was what Az had taken, as insurance to not leave the city. Not that leaving was feasible now anyway. Ever since the outbreak of a mysterious plague, the entirety of St. Francis was on quarantine lock-down. He groaned. Letting Az bring him to this forsaken city was a mistake. The mind numbing boredom was almost- almost worse than the constant voice in his ear trying to drive him mad. He would accept Az back in a heartbeat, if only to exit the retched place he was condemned to probably die in now. Perhaps that was the plan all along.
The mild buzz of the radio unit stole Zeke's attention from his pondering.
Odd, he was sure he'd left the contraption turned off. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he say the smoky tail of an oh-so-familair demon. But his musing was interrupted by the suddenly blaring announcement.
"Alert! An anonymous source has detailed the plague to be of DEMONIC origins. Information is as of yet, unconfirmed. Citizens ar-"
Zeke ceased listening.
"Demons... Why, that would explain this whole thing now, wouldnt it."
He stood, stretching briefly before lightly placing his hat upon his head.
From underneath his bed, he dug out his bags, and withdrew his sword. It gleamed in the faint light.
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