The mask comes free of Burton Bland's grip, glowing gold once it's in Felicity's hands. That's the linchpin alright! But before she can get a good look at the goods, the memory changes. Not movement, but absolute stillness. Everything feels taut, the very air thin, breath held around the room until one of the cultists takes a step toward El Qualls.
This is no monster, it's just a man and L.Q. moves in response. Quick as a whip, El's got his wand out. He flings a concussive blast that scatters a few of the plainclothes cultists. Food and chairs go flying in all directions, from silence to a raucous cacophony. In the moment of chaos, El turns and flees, throwing open the metal double doors and escaping through a passage that looks here like it leads back out to the Sorting Path.
"Get him," commands Burton Bland, and his twelve robed cultists give chase.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Linchpin found! You may continue to thread here or leave through the door.]
MEMORY: Neoprene Robes
This is no monster, it's just a man and L.Q. moves in response. Quick as a whip, El's got his wand out. He flings a concussive blast that scatters a few of the plainclothes cultists. Food and chairs go flying in all directions, from silence to a raucous cacophony. In the moment of chaos, El turns and flees, throwing open the metal double doors and escaping through a passage that looks here like it leads back out to the Sorting Path.
"Get him," commands Burton Bland, and his twelve robed cultists give chase.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Linchpin found! You may continue to thread here or leave through the door.]