Rooftops

[romanus]

"lead the way sis, yeah i'm ok"

[lucio]

Lucio climbs up to the rooftops and stands looking over the city, the wind whipping her skirt arround her knees.

She sighs and sits, feeling slightly queasy.

[lucio]

Lucio wakes on the rooftops, unable to feel her limbs. She stands and tries to rub some feeling into her semi responsive arms. Suddenly she doubles over and gags. Falling to her knees she vomits.

When the vomit stops she wipes her mouth and shudders.

*Haven't done that since...*

Her head snaps up and she stares at the grey wall infront of her in shock.

"I can't be... Mary was before Mark bit me..."

She begins to hyperventilate.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit."

[lucio]

Lucio paces the barren rooftop trying to calm down. Her thoughts make no sence to herself and she screams in frustration.

"I'm not! I can't be...I haven't bled since Mark bit me so I can't be."

She sighs in releif.

"Must be a stomach bug or something."

She walks to the edge of the building, avoiding the pool of vomit. She stares down at the street below, wishing her doubt to vanish.

[lucio]

After half an hour Lucio climbs down the side of the building and heads into the city looking for somewhere warm.

[Cypher]

Cypher sat silently on the proud spire of the old religious building, his arm almost protectively coiled around the metal cross, gripping it by the junction as he stared vacantly at one of the angel carvings that stood at the base of the thin tower, his dark coat rippled in the soft night breeze as he continued to immerse himself in thought.

[Skawn]

Skawn leapt from a warehouse wall next to the church, and skidded up the tiles of the parish, loosening a few as he went, which consequently fell of the edge and shattered loudly. An angry resident of a local flat threw open his window and yelled at Skawn.
"Sorry!" he called back, hoping not to wake more neighbours.
He begin to walk steadily along the shrine's roof, and as he did so he casually glanced up at the spire. Noticing a figure, he leapt backwards, nearly sliding off the roof.

"Cypher?" he called out, hopefully. Though Cypher was not his best, nor most reliable friend in this city, he was much more of a welcome sight than, say, the pack of guard dogs that had been chasing Skawn earlier that night.

[Cypher]

Cypher slowly twisted his head to see his 'rival' standing behind him. He chose to acknowledge the radiant's presence with the simple narrowing (not in an unfriendly way, however) of his soft dark purple eyes behind the thick locks of hair that covered his face in such a way that only a little of his eye could be seen.

The thief twisted his head back around slowly, his hand still maintained the grip of the holy symbol.

[Skawn]

Skawn clambered clumsily up the spire. He stood before Cypher, verifying it was indeed who he had thought it to be.

"You know, a simple 'yes' or 'no' would have sufficed..." said Skawn, bitterly, as he dusted his jacket.

[Cypher]

Cypher continued to look down, he refused to look up to the shadow-like being due to the sense of inferiority, and he refused to stand up simply because he liked it where he was.

"Indeed, my apologies, sir." He replied in his commonly heard polite and calm tone of voice, speaking in such a way that it would have made passers by think they were simply strangers to one another.

[Skawn]

Skawn sighed.
"You know, somehow I really doubt you even care... Never mind."

Skawn noticed Cypher looking at the ground, so he sat down to try and catch his glare.

"I haven't seen you for a while... How've you been?"

[Cypher]

"I am surviving." He replied, maintaining his polite and stern tone whilst looking down.

"Yourself?"

[Skawn]

"Not bad. You remember that amulet?"

[Cypher]

"Yes, what of it?" He asked calmly, all too aware that even if he did not ask he would be informed of it nonetheless.

[Skawn]

"Well, you forgot to tell me that it was indeed harbouring a daemon, whose pathetic slave Muthos quickly possessed me!"