Vicki hated this. She hated not being in control of herself, of her emotions, let alone being able to control the flow of tears streaming down her face now.
How embarrassing, crying in front of someone I just met, she thought to herself as she wiped away the drops from her eyes. Garrett got up and started saying something to her, but she wasn’t able to make out what it was, overwhelmed by her emotions as she was.
Out of the corner of her eye, Vicki saw something move. She thought it was a dog at first, but upon closer inspection, it was...liquid. Some black thing rose up from the floor, standing in front of Garrett, and blocking Vicki from exiting her booth. Vicki’s eyes widened and she let out a small shriek, slightly leaning back away from it.
Looking closer at it, the black figure was the exact same height as Garrett. In fact, it even had the same hair as Garrett, and the same outfit as Garrett. Whatever it was, it even looked like Garrett...it
was Garrett.
”I’ve reason to believe that there are others like us,” Garrett said, staring down the shadowy apparition.
”Scout. Find out any information. And don’t get caught.” With that, the shadow clone nodded as if understanding and melded back into the floor, skittering off like some unholy, black puddle.
Vicki propped herself up on one knee in her booth to watch it glide off, her mouth slightly ajar. The tears on her face were dried up by now, but she wasn’t paying any attention to the crust beginning to form on her cheeks. Vicki turned to look at Garrett, still standing on one knee. Her was shock plainly obvious.
”What the hell do you mean more like us?@AmbraShitRaze was hoping to get in unnoticed, but the blue-haired girl he recognized turned and talked directly at him.
”You’re here for this guy too?” She pulled out a business card and waved it around for Raze to see.
That’s probably the one the guy was passing out at the cafe. A couple other people showed up just as the blue-haired woman spoke to him: A punk teenage kid, and a very relaxed-looking brunette man.
Raze pushed back some locks of his hair drooping over his eyes, gathering himself to think of an appropriate response.
“I, uh...yeah.” Smooth.Thankfully, an old man, the receptionist probably, started speaking through the intercom. The receptionist buzzed the small group through the door and called for them to enter the building. Eager to get out of the awkward situation, Raze hurried on through. He was about to press a button to call the elevator, but realized that would be futile if he didn’t know his destination.
Remembering that the old man called the host “Matthew,” Raze turned his head to look back at the receptionist, asking politely,
”I’ve never actually been to...Matthew’s apartment. Could you tell me which floor he’s on?”The kindly old man beamed at Raze, cheerily responding,
“Oh, hahah, sure! He’s at the tenth floor, the very top of the building.””Thank you.” Oh geez, this guy must be a big shot.Raze summoned the elevator and waited for it to arrive.
@Leolycan@DFA@Eklispe@Ambra