[ It's not surprising that Stephen's mind is a locked door. Armand doesn't bother testing it, though he listens at the cracks, hearing the creak of dark and dangerous things beyond. It reminds him again of John, that deep black pit. He'd like to know more, but they have important work to do. ]
He's here.
[ Not so much directions as an awareness, knowledge where knowledge didn't used to be. An attic that shouldn't exist, not accessible from within, the windows only visible from certain angles outside the house like an optical illusion. Inside: old dust and feathers twisting in shafts of light. A rattling of wings. ]
[ It's strange to be on the receiving end like this. But he adjusts quickly, accepts new knowledge as it comes, rekindles it to know it more thoroughly. ]
[ Another slice of awareness/memory: a view, from above, of the two hunters searching the grounds. From the distance, one might assume the viewer is either on the roof or in the air somewhere above them, undetected. For the moment. ]
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He's here.
[ Not so much directions as an awareness, knowledge where knowledge didn't used to be. An attic that shouldn't exist, not accessible from within, the windows only visible from certain angles outside the house like an optical illusion. Inside: old dust and feathers twisting in shafts of light. A rattling of wings. ]
Be wary of the hunters. They want to end him.
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Who hunts him? Do you have faces?
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They seem to know what they're doing.
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Thanks. Keep an eye if you can. I'm going to see him now.