Arrival (Open)

[aura]

Aura looked around the warehouse, scanning it calmly. Assured she was alone she exhaled with a smile. Her left hand caressed a form that would have made most people run. The twenty pound black furred creature, seemed relatively calm. The fur black fur was broken by a thick white line down the creatures back. Aura had never quite understood how cat's and skunks were different. She set the creature down gently. She watched her pet sniff around that simply lay where it was. Turning, Aura walked deeper into what had been her home for three days now. Aura closed her eyes and as she opened them, a pink light seemed to flow out of them expanding until it quickly covered her head, then her body and then her legs. She smiled amused by her own creativity.

Aura raised her aura flowed up from her arm, quickly forming a sword like object stretching six inches from her fist. She glanced at it and this time the head of the sword began widen until it formed a double headed Axe like form of the same pink energy that was around her body. She brought the Axe down hard on wooden box, which cut right through the box, exiting out of it near the bottom. Aura Used the momentum to spin herself around, her other hand quickly formed a Hammer from the translucent light, which she used to blow in one of the sides of the box with the impact.

The seventeen year old gave up on savagely beating the box. Kneeling down she looked inside the box, empty as most were in the abandoned place. Standing back up, she let her Aura weapons flow back into the main body of her aura. The translucent Aura began to fade until it vanished entirely. She thought she heard something from the other side of the warehouse, but do to the box's could not see that side. Aura pulled up her hoodie, to obscure her face a bit. For a moment she wondered if it was her imagination playing tricks on her, or her pet after a mouse. She kept her aura off knowing at least back home it told most people to run or shoot.

[Connor Hogan]

As Connor was a detective he got called to check places out a lot. Places usually being anywhere that someone called in to complain about or anywhere that his boss thought something could be up. As his boss seemed to not like him much, Connor usually got called to check out places that either had something really big going on where he got hurt in some way, or the places that absolutely nothing was going on, or have ever gone on in, so it was just a wasted trip. Either way, he lost. This time though, he was sure nothing would be going on, as the cops regularly checked out an empty warehouse in the city, just in case something was happening there. Lately though every time they checked it out it was completely empty of everything and everyone. Connor was sure the criminals were done hanging out at the warehouse, and had moved somewhere else. So at least he didn't have to worry about getting hurt at all, which was a relief to him as that day hadn't exactly been a pain free day. He had the normal cuts and bruises he got from being a cop, a criminal would try getting away and forcing Connor to chase them, causing him to fall or bump into something. Or someone would call the cops for some reason, and again for some reason they would get pissed at them and start trying to attack them. Being a cop in New York was no fun.

Connor had to check the warehouse though, no matter if he complained or not, as his boss told him he had to. Not that he ever complained, well to his boss anyways. He usually could be seen grumbling behind his bosses back. Connor was a damn good cop, but he was getting older, and more tired of having to check up on places that nothing was happening at. Connor grumbled as he got into his car, and headed to the warehouse, knowing it would be completely empty. It was never easy checking a place out though as he couldn't just park the car, look at the place, and then drive off. He actually had to get out of the car, and go into the place and look around.

It was his last stop for the day though, so he was happy about being able to head home when he was done. Once he got to the warehouse he got out, and pulled his flashlight out. It was dark outside so he knew it would be very dark inside. "Alright, this better be a quick one" He said as he opened the warehouse doors, and walked in, shining his flashlight around. As he walked around inside the warehouse he could see that nothing was in there. "Yeah, I knew it would be empty" He said. As he continued walking forward his foot got caught up on something, and he went down. He fell pretty quickly, but he managed to save his face by putting his hands up in front of him so he landed on his hands instead. His flashlight went rolling a ways away from him. "Damnit!" he yelled. He was pretty used to falling, tripping, kicking things, etc, as he was very clumsy. It still pissed him off though.

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