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Zia as a Specter passed too closely for her comfort. They stood only a few feet away from the protesters, but Zia didn’t flinch at them; they wouldn’t try anything illegal here, not at such a small protest. She would only worry if they were closer to the North; that’s where they would really put on a show.
“Nah, the pic didn’t really give me anything to go on,” Zia crossed her arms and allowed Iscah to cower behind her, something she was used to; and with her so close by all Zi a could smell were strawberries despite the underlying scent of iron being given off by the Specter’s. That was something that only Ventori could smell with their heightened abilities because of the clan. “Is there one in particular that gives you a bad vibe? His power might be strong enough so that even you could sense it…even if you didn’t know that was what you were sensing.”
A young man walked past them, eyeing them through his shades as if it was strange for them to be so close. He opened his mouth to say something, but when his head turned towards Iscah he shut it and continued on. If Zia hadn’t known any better, she would have guessed he didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to scare her. Iscah held on tighter to Zia’s sleeve.
“That’s enough of this,” Zia said, wanting to hurry up and get Iscah out of here. Now that they were there, she realized how bad an idea it was to bring her very skittish, very human friend with her. Stepping forward she clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention and said, “Alright you troublesome things, I’m looking for someone!”
Iscah flinched as each Specter slowly turned towards them, one by one. Different sets of eyes fell on Zia but she never stepped back; she had to appear strong if she wanted to accomplish anything. The Specter’s looked to each other, a seemingly human action, as if they weren’t sure what to do.
“I’m looking for a Malachi Fel,” Zia actually managed to step forward, with Iscah following her, clinging even more to her coat, “he’s about yay high,”—she held her arm up above her head—“likes to throw people off of bridges, maybe.” She added the “maybe” with another wave of her hand.
A murmur spread through the crowd, and Zia caught the Ventori nearby give each other a glance. She re-crossed her arms and began to tap her foot. Nobody said a word to her. Whether that was because Malachi wasn’t there, or because they didn’t want to give him up she couldn’t tell.
“Maybe he isn’t here,” Iscah suggested into her ear. Zia shrugged her off and took another two steps forward, feeling bad for abandoning her friend. But this was more important than giving her friend comfort; this was about finding a murderer. She heard Iscah give out a small whimper behind her.
“I just want to know if he’s here,” Zia said, her voice louder now as everyone was watching her. She pronounced each syllable clearly, “ Mal-a-chi Fel .”
“What do you want with him?” a Specter on the left asked. Zia looked at him with just her eyes, trying to appear as if she knew exactly what she was doing. The thing that had spoken appeared to be a man in his late twenties, wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. His sign said, “WE WERE HERE FIRST”.
Zia smiled at him, wide and hopefully menacing. “I need to ask him something. You know where I can find him? I heard he likes protests.” The Specter’s went quiet again.
“Maybe it’s him,” Iscah was suddenly right against Zia, whispering hot against her ear, “since he asked first.”
“No,” Zia didn’t bother to whisper, not caring who heard her, “it isn’t him. He’s an Ice Caster, not capable of anything else.”
“How can you tell?”
“His earring.” The Specter man instinctively reached up to the crystal earring hanging from his left ear. Hoping that would have scared him a little, he instead smiled
“Nah, the pic didn’t really give me anything to go on,” Zia crossed her arms and allowed Iscah to cower behind her, something she was used to; and with her so close by all Zi a could smell were strawberries despite the underlying scent of iron being given off by the Specter’s. That was something that only Ventori could smell with their heightened abilities because of the clan. “Is there one in particular that gives you a bad vibe? His power might be strong enough so that even you could sense it…even if you didn’t know that was what you were sensing.”
A young man walked past them, eyeing them through his shades as if it was strange for them to be so close. He opened his mouth to say something, but when his head turned towards Iscah he shut it and continued on. If Zia hadn’t known any better, she would have guessed he didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to scare her. Iscah held on tighter to Zia’s sleeve.
“That’s enough of this,” Zia said, wanting to hurry up and get Iscah out of here. Now that they were there, she realized how bad an idea it was to bring her very skittish, very human friend with her. Stepping forward she clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention and said, “Alright you troublesome things, I’m looking for someone!”
Iscah flinched as each Specter slowly turned towards them, one by one. Different sets of eyes fell on Zia but she never stepped back; she had to appear strong if she wanted to accomplish anything. The Specter’s looked to each other, a seemingly human action, as if they weren’t sure what to do.
“I’m looking for a Malachi Fel,” Zia actually managed to step forward, with Iscah following her, clinging even more to her coat, “he’s about yay high,”—she held her arm up above her head—“likes to throw people off of bridges, maybe.” She added the “maybe” with another wave of her hand.
A murmur spread through the crowd, and Zia caught the Ventori nearby give each other a glance. She re-crossed her arms and began to tap her foot. Nobody said a word to her. Whether that was because Malachi wasn’t there, or because they didn’t want to give him up she couldn’t tell.
“Maybe he isn’t here,” Iscah suggested into her ear. Zia shrugged her off and took another two steps forward, feeling bad for abandoning her friend. But this was more important than giving her friend comfort; this was about finding a murderer. She heard Iscah give out a small whimper behind her.
“I just want to know if he’s here,” Zia said, her voice louder now as everyone was watching her. She pronounced each syllable clearly, “ Mal-a-chi Fel .”
“What do you want with him?” a Specter on the left asked. Zia looked at him with just her eyes, trying to appear as if she knew exactly what she was doing. The thing that had spoken appeared to be a man in his late twenties, wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. His sign said, “WE WERE HERE FIRST”.
Zia smiled at him, wide and hopefully menacing. “I need to ask him something. You know where I can find him? I heard he likes protests.” The Specter’s went quiet again.
“Maybe it’s him,” Iscah was suddenly right against Zia, whispering hot against her ear, “since he asked first.”
“No,” Zia didn’t bother to whisper, not caring who heard her, “it isn’t him. He’s an Ice Caster, not capable of anything else.”
“How can you tell?”
“His earring.” The Specter man instinctively reached up to the crystal earring hanging from his left ear. Hoping that would have scared him a little, he instead smiled
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