[ A train comes, only a couple passengers disembark at this stop, and they head up to the street. The train leaves, and he is alone. Then, from the direction the train took off in, a pinpoint of orange light appears. A lit cigarette.
It's hard to see much of the woman holding it, but her face is lit easily by the smouldering tip. Her steps are loud but do not echo. She walks like a queen moving through her court. Even if Magnus hadn't been through Chthonic Bullshit 101, everything about her screams "freaky power." ]
perfect!
It's hard to see much of the woman holding it, but her face is lit easily by the smouldering tip. Her steps are loud but do not echo. She walks like a queen moving through her court. Even if Magnus hadn't been through Chthonic Bullshit 101, everything about her screams "freaky power." ]
This way. Mind the third rail.