“This is some jump street 21 bulls-“<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You’re going to look like a crazy kid if you keep talking out loud to yourself. And for the love of all put the cigarette out, would you? It’s a smoke free campus. Younger generations are rather health conscious. </span><br/><br/>“Well,” Able adjusted the canvas backpack over his shoulders with a shrug, “that’s something I don’t have to put much thought to anymore now do I?” A bitter smile had twitched at his lips while he reached up to pluck the barely burnt cigarette and toss it on the ground, stomping it out with one twist of his black boot.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Now that’s better. You know what you’re looking for, but please try not to cause a scene. You know how news spreads. You get in, find the wretch before he picks out a few more victims and then you’re out. Alive is how we prefer him, just in case you were wondering.</span><br/><br/>“I wasn’t,” he muttered begrudgingly under his breath as he walked along the sidewalk; there was a very special place in his non beating heart where he held a specific hate for necromancers and he wasn’t too keen on the idea of letting this one survive their meeting.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I thought not. Well, just don’t make it too messy then. See you back at the safe house, Able.</span><br/><br/>“See ya, Charlie.”<br/><br/>His destination, Wittmore College, stood before him only a block or so away now. All around, the campus town was abuzz with life as new and old students were flocking towards the first day of the new semester. In his hollow head, Able could feel resentment looming at each individual who crossed his path. There were all so happy. So free. So alive.<br/><br/>All so something he’d never have the chance to be.<br/><br/>But sulking wasn’t going to get him anywhere, was it? Besides, he’d never been one for the academic life anyways. No, he had loved his job and had such a good run at it. Him and his friends, that was. Yep, there came the sulking again. His thin lips twisted into a frown for a moment; there’d been quite a few reasons why he had fought Charlie on having to take this assignment. The chance of killing a necromancer had been a plus, but the feelings that came with it were enough to make him want to jump out of his flesh and scream at the next eager college kid who floated past him. And he’d have done it, too, if it weren’t for breaking his cover.<br/><br/>Still, least he wasn’t as oblivious as all these people. None of them had any idea of the world out there, or the danger they were in at any given moment. Strange to think that, to them, his life was something impossible and, even stranger than that, was the realization that somewhere amongst the crowd of young aspiring adults that there were a handful that had no idea they were being examined. They were being sized up and sickly compared to his other victims. Brunettes mostly seemed to fit his fancy. Thin frames and kind eyes were found in every one of the pictures in the file, right along with what their corpses had looked like once he had gotten through with them.<br/><br/>Disgusting things, necromancers. Worse than any other misguided magic user, in Able’s opinion. For some reason, they were always a hellish mix between serial killers and mages, mostly leaning towards serial killers. It wasn’t a wonder to anyone why necromancy was strictly forbidden in any way shape or form. Sucking souls from bodies, and trapping souls in others. Just terrible business anyway you looked at it. Thankfully, the people that Able worked for took a keen interest in snuffing their kind out. The kind of interest that had sent Able across seven states looking for the necromancer by the moniker of Carver. Merely following a trail of bodies and with no picture or description, it was only by dumb luck someone had found the body a few miles outside of town that had his signature markings dug into its flesh and, with his habit of plucking the victims right in broad daylight from campuses, they were sure he would hit here.<br/><br/>So, armed with a small pendant currently bouncing between his chest and the fabric of his light grey t-shirt, Able Laux carried himself onto the first sidewalk owned by the school and began his search. He simply had to walk around, blend in and wait for the pendant to start humming at the presence of a dark magic user. Simple enough, right?