prologue ♔ the monster I have hidden in my mouth it has to scream

♬ Monster - Charlotte Martin

WHO || Kyla, Ruvaen, Max, Risa, Hasmed, Val'drin
WHAT || Kyla & Ruvaen meet the Knights
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || Backdated to sometime in late April
HOW || Actionspam

Their travels having taken them to London, it's probably Kyla who spotted the giant spotlights in the sky drawing people from far and wide to the famous art museum for an extravagant gala tonight. People trip up the stairs towards the festivities in tuxes and gorgeous shimmering gowns, as loud music echoes through the neighborhood. While there's definitely a classy upscale element here, the party planner apparently wanted to keep fun and light on the menu as well.

Of course, the giant banners proclaiming that the museum has a sun stone of Pelor on display might just be enough to convince Ruvaen it's worth a gander as well.

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[ as ruvaen gets in line, he would notice a pair of striking women hovering near it, who stand out in their power suits and sunglasses, and matching blank expressions. both wear their hair slicked back in tight buns, and speak into tiny headsets, carrying clipboards as they cast their gaze around the room. one is blonde, the other brunette, but there's something so similar about them that they almost look as if they could be the same person. in fact, the way they move is strangely in unison as well, and for a moment he would feel as if they were both staring at him from behind those shades and get a strong chill up his neck. ]

Don't what?

[ A bluff roll of 18 means that there is not a trace of falsehood in her innocent question, but considering how well Ruvaen already knows her by now it probably doesn't make that much of a difference. ]

I was just looking at the exhibits!

[ And entertaining herself with staging imaginary heists to steal stuff. Not that she actually would, elaborate theft is not really her game, but it's a fun way to keep your imagination agile.

The striking women, however, somewhat surprisingly escape Kyla's notice. She's not usually the type to miss beautiful women. ]

[Kyla sounds convincing enough that Ruvaen drops it to give her the benefit of the doubt. His attention has fallen on the stone, and with it, the strange pair of women guarding it.

He couldn't see their eyes for the sunglasses, but his hold on Kyla's arm tightened when he felt their gazes turned on him, the shiver running along his spine leaving him with a bad feeling in his gut.

He tries to shake it off, but his gaze keeps drifting back to them, a mixture of curiosity and unease.]

Of course you were. Look, there it is.

[He tries to distract himself by drawing Kyla's attention to the sun stone. If nothing else it should be pretty enough to earn her attention for a moment. Look, Kyla. Shiny.]

[ the brightness of the sun stone makes it hard to look away from anyway - in fact, it's illuminating this entire chamber as if it were daylight inside.

that strange group of people enters the room and splits up, the man in a leather jacket sauntering around the edges, keeping a close eye on the women in power suits. ]

Well, I'll be damned...

[ That is shiny. Consider Kyla thoroughly distracted. ]

Kyla

[Language, young lady. But Ruvaen is a bit too busy being amazed at the sun stone to care much about her cursing around it.

If only he could stop being distracted by the other people in the room catching his eye. He shifts closer to
Kyls, scanning the room. If trouble did have the unlikely desire to spring up here, he wanted her close enough to know where she was.

But his eyes wander constantly back to the sun stone with a look of awe. It was no wonder it belonged to Pelor. It brightened everything around it.]

[ the line takes them past an exhibit of statues - incredibly life-like works of stone, whose faces are frozen in terror. all of them wear modern clothing, and there's something about them that's hard to look away from... ]

Okay, these things are officially creepy.

[ Not that Kyla seems scared. She seems to feel some sort of combination of disgust and delight, and she stares at the horrible sculptures with a fascinated yet sort of surprised little smile on her lips. She can't believe someone actually took the time to make these, but at the same time she respects the artist for it. ]