Marco Polo

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Sabin sat in the back of the cab, his mind flickered through thoughts much like the streetlights he was only dimly aware of either. The city was showing signs of bad tidings just over the horizon. The rotting vampire looking to take the city from Sion, which in a vacuum was not a bad thing, as vampire politics happen much like lycan politics happens all the time. It is not something worth taking an active hand in.

Sabin was hoping that Mykeal could shed some light on the who and the what this rotting vampire was. Is he a being that is worst than Sion? Sabin absently thought to himself. The only reason Sabin is allowing Sion to live instead of getting him alone and destroying him was because Sion is weak and can be controlled. His destruction would create a void that would eventually get filled by a stronger, more than likely worst vampire.

Sabin absently thumbed the air tight container that contained the blood and tissue sample. The cab stopped at the destination. Mykeal should be at the aquarium he wanted to meet me outside his home at a location that we would both be able to blend into the background. Sabin walked in and began looking around for the mage.

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Dressed as a guest experience aid Mykael moved from exhibit to exhibit blending in with the staff while also being able to spot his quarry far in advance of the mans heightened senses. As he’d begun the process of preparing the way for his replacements matters such as these had to be tended to. As the man moved oblivious to Mykaels presence he watched as his target began siphoning energies form the gathered attendees. This mana/tass/glamor, the names for the ephemeral essence was myriad, which the crowds shed as one would sweat would initially be of no great loss. It was why the man frequented large venues. He stole the joy of those moments in small increments to use for his own ends. While in the moment only those with a touch of the psychic or the training of will working would even notice; later however these poor sensory blind folks would experience a malaise. A saddening that would be unexplainable. They would claim depression or S.A.D. or some other such psychobabble of an excuse and seek pharmacological means to heal what was done them today.

This one leech would be put to an end here and now. He reached out metaphysically doing so alerted his quarry that he was in fact not alone. Not only not alone but that his nefarious actions hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mykael had hung several layers of spell about himself and the Aqaurium as a whole. Each layer used to hide what this really was a trap. The man had fallen for it as this was his usual hunting ground. He was sure that no one would beard the bear in his own den. He was as wrong about that as he was in his constant predations of the populace. Mykael sprung the trap shielding himself just as the walls caved in on themselves. The man would be cut off from his third eye. He would e deaf blind and dumb mystically. He wouldn’t be able to hunt for essence nor use what stores he had. Some would say it was harsh but Mykael knew the punishment fit the crime. Deprived of his metaphysical self the man would fall into a malaise that no medicinal means could help. He would be as his victims hurting all over “depressed” to the point of god knew what. He however unlike them would deserve tat unending hell.

Smiling satisfied that while he would suffer karmicly for having willfully wrought pain on another that it in fact was worth it. The man deserved worse but Mykael was no assassin. At least not of the flesh. Moving towards the door he spotted Sabin arriving along with the shadows of the dead he carried with him. It made his skin crawl. Mykael stayed away from the vampires as a rule and a means to an end. While there was a metaphysical aspect to them vampires were as a whole usually voids of negative karma. They were vacuums taking all int themselves that nature abhorred. They could and would drain the world dry if given a chance. He knew that for every rule there was an exception but in this case he’d rather not do the due diligence to scrounge one nonrotten apple out oft the bunch. Moving to Sabin he spoke in the false welcoming tone of those that worked in customer service but would prefer to flay themselves alive.

“Welcome to the Shedd Aquarium Chicago, Mr. Shaw we have your passes right here,” He said handing Sabin a group of passes to the exhibits and shows. “If you will follow me I can escort you to the first exhibit on your itinerary.” His smile having been replaced with a faux one so as to not stand out amongst the other wage slaves who despised having to deal wth the public Mykael kept his mask in place just in case someone attempted to see through his disguise.

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Sabin felt Mykeals presence a few seconds before his hand touched him. He was wondered what game Mykeal what playing at. as he shoved a handful of meaningless papers into his hand. He knew there was some game being played, and that he was being shuffled off for some reason it was almost enough for him to shift and kill mykeal except he set this meeting up not mykeal and he trusted mykeal as he had Sabin's back back when the butcher was around.

"Sure I cant'wait"

Sabin walked with Mykeal quickly falling into the role that was basically forced on him. he walked looking through the itinerary looking to see if a clue would present itself as to what was happening and what he needed to have done.