Will he notice the writhing silvery tendrils making charred splinters out of a fine old oak tree?
How about the eerie blue glow that seems to surround them like a haze?
How about the six-foot-two woman in the charcoal grey jumpsuit who looks a) like a refugee from a bad space opera b) pissed off and c) like those hissing, snapping metallic threads are somehow extending from the backs of her hands?
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Jasmine is in a poor mood.
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So he walks, innocently, rounding that small hill in a familiar path.
Too lost in his thoughts to really notice strange sounds.
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How about the eerie blue glow that seems to surround them like a haze?
How about the six-foot-two woman in the charcoal grey jumpsuit who looks a) like a refugee from a bad space opera b) pissed off and c) like those hissing, snapping metallic threads are somehow extending from the backs of her hands?
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The sight is enough to stop him in his tracks, at least, bringing along with it an alarmed stare.
...what?
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