| And she said: "You don't feel the cold." And I said to her: "Sometimes." |
[14 Mar 2009|11:20am] |
The population density of Port Obscura is approximately 12,000 people per square mile. Given the teeming mass this induces, it's easy for most people to hide. But generally when a person is over six feet tall and emanates a distinct vibe of something jagged and dark and strange, this becomes harder.
Or would if most people weren't wrapped up enough in their own strangeness to exhibit a kind of willful deniability; the people who are afraid of Kyle fall into three categories. There are those Sleepers tend to keep their own counsel, the sense that tells them this is danger pushed down with a thousand other tiny necessary mechanisms for surviving in an urban environment, there are the other magick users who give the Euthanatos a wide, distrustful berth, and then - well, then there are the people who necessitate the existence of such a Tradition in the first place.
He is, in one way or another, constantly shifting every one of those 12,000 per square mile into each of these slots. So today he's just a guy eating eggs in a diner with no one in the booths on either side of him, half-reading a book of short stories in a language he half-speaks, eyes nowhere in particular.
What he's really doing is watching.
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