Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171230040450

(Scorn/Imperia)   Thomas hesitates, his mind grappling to find the words. "I...I'm not sure.  It felt like...like something..."

Like something grabbed his hand. No---that his hand grabbed something. Some vestige of power, something dangerous. But then it was gone, vanished. Like he had extinguished it, using his own magic. But he hadn't...had he?

He didn't imagine it. Perhaps it was some sort of latent magic, some leftover pocket of arcanum left floating around by some scrub hedge wizard who didn't know what he was doing. But it was awfully potent for such a thing. Potent, and...realistic.

He says none of this. He shakes his hand, like it's drenched in water and he wants to get it dry. Quickly.

"It's nothing," he says, resuming his pace and rubbing his hand as he walks and talks. "So I'm assuming because you're a Vampire that you can sense people's life force.  When we reach the field, we can split up and find the ones most affected.  I'm willing to bet they're all okay, but in case some need triage we'll need to attend those seperately."

He pauses, then turns and looks at her as they walk. He breaks into a smile. "And we can have a photographer snap you tending the wounded and splash it on the front page of the Capitol papers.  'Covenant Headmistress Seen Giving Comfort To The Wounded At Hunt Disaster!  Local Vampire Hunter Guilds File Formal Complaint!" He chuckles.