#markus 01.

What’s left of the Delphi hotel isn’t much aside from rubble and ash and leaves from the previous fall that are matted among everything. It’s all charred debris and she steps carefully around the site itself first and she’s gently pressed her hands to what’s left of the outer walls as she goes. Jazz isn’t quite sure what she’s looking for, but it’s a thread to follow, it is something to do. The cult thing had happened in the depths below, that’s what she’d been told, but she wasn’t quite sure how to go about getting into all of that or if it was even safe. “Nope, whole lot of nothing.” She mumbles to herself, and she realizes she’s going to have to venture inside the building. @markusxcamlann​

     connor didn’t fully understand the eclipses. he’s been in the city long enough to know that the phenomena meant new arrivals and scattered disappearances, with no explanation of why. for all he knew this could be cyberlife’s doing, trapping him in an alternate world for an unknown motive. still, he routinely scanned his contacts for a familiar name, a background program established out of dull hope in addition to his usual investigative practices. when [ MARKUS ] caught up in his filters, connor’s immediate fear was that it was nothing more than a malfunction. his led stutters yellow with a text, already running a cautious system diagnostic, just in case.

✧ ✶ ✦ // @devianci​ asked     ( pinterest meme starters ! )          ❝ “ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ” ❞

He’d seen him there before, the large man at the end of the bar. If he sat still enough, he could probably seat himself among the statues in the temple and not be out of place. Somehow that made him seem a little unapproachable, and it’s not like Leighton came to the place to make friends. Hell, if Nixon wasn’t there, he hardly made conversation at all. But there was no time like the present and he’d even come out to be around people tonight. Actual interaction meant not being able to focus so much on the flashes of all too familiar faces that kept appearing in crowds. Thankfully sleep wasn’t something he needed, he’d hardly been home since the...Scylla, that whole incident. It was on the news above the bar, subtitles scrolling across the bottom of the screen so someone could pay attention over the crowd of vampires. 

Being out in public in general had made this whole...Ghost thing? A little bit easier. Sure there were faces kind of popping up in crowds, but they were easier to ignore when you could actually interact with someone. It wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t just hang around Safiye all day hoping for her to fend things off herself.