01-12-2016, 11:14 PM
When it comes time for the IT maintenance man to check up on the server room that was minorly sabotaged, he turns the temperature back down to what it's supposed to be.
He also opens up the cabinet that corresponds with the tampered cable.
The cameras were, indeed, watching.
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In a nearby cafe, Umbra is sitting down at a small table by himself, wracked with uncertainty.
And also sensing a hint of caramel.
But mostly wracked with uncertainty.
He takes yet another of many sips of the somewhat sweet drink before him, his gaze slowly scanning around to perhaps find a distraction from the disturbing dream.
Or was it a vision?
It's not the first time it's happened. It's highly likely. However, this was from a completely different view and place. It wasn't the marginally insane land of technology and magic he'd seen from six perspectives already, nor was it the monotone, starry landscape. No, this was different. Medieval.
He was called a demon. Why would that be? Sure, he's anything but normal, but not demonic... But not beneath the facade he casts to the world. Black eyes, black rings... Why wouldn't he be considered a demon in such a place?
So many thoughts swimming in his head. So many doubts. Not enough answers.
His vision flashes back to the scene once more. The commoner from the dream stands in front of him with a look of disapproval, distress, and above all, anger.
Umbra sits up reflexively with a gasp, and the vision disappears once more. A sparse selection of bystanders briefly shoot him a questioning gaze, but quickly go back to their own business.
He slouches back down, escaping to the subtle sugary sweetness of the generic caramel-flavored drink in front of him. Answers can wait.
He also opens up the cabinet that corresponds with the tampered cable.
The cameras were, indeed, watching.
---
In a nearby cafe, Umbra is sitting down at a small table by himself, wracked with uncertainty.
And also sensing a hint of caramel.
But mostly wracked with uncertainty.
He takes yet another of many sips of the somewhat sweet drink before him, his gaze slowly scanning around to perhaps find a distraction from the disturbing dream.
Or was it a vision?
It's not the first time it's happened. It's highly likely. However, this was from a completely different view and place. It wasn't the marginally insane land of technology and magic he'd seen from six perspectives already, nor was it the monotone, starry landscape. No, this was different. Medieval.
He was called a demon. Why would that be? Sure, he's anything but normal, but not demonic... But not beneath the facade he casts to the world. Black eyes, black rings... Why wouldn't he be considered a demon in such a place?
So many thoughts swimming in his head. So many doubts. Not enough answers.
His vision flashes back to the scene once more. The commoner from the dream stands in front of him with a look of disapproval, distress, and above all, anger.
Umbra sits up reflexively with a gasp, and the vision disappears once more. A sparse selection of bystanders briefly shoot him a questioning gaze, but quickly go back to their own business.
He slouches back down, escaping to the subtle sugary sweetness of the generic caramel-flavored drink in front of him. Answers can wait.
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