"Yes, but it's nothing to worry about," the officer says soothingly while he gets Eva to the nearest bench. She sits and the ex-Champion all but buries her face in hands before she registers the voice. There's the briefest freeze before she blinks at the child.
"You're that kid from before," she says, not sure what to make of this outside 'probably a coincidence'. Hopefully. She really doesn't want to have to resort to bribery to keep her identity a secret. "But the officer's right. It's hopefully nothing, just someone looking for a minute of fame." A glance to the officer. "Even so, the kid's right. Could we see the threat?"
"Ah..." The officer looks between them.
"I'm Darkened," Eva lies, though the lie sounds real and true. "If the kid's a psychic, I can calm him down."
The officer buys it, especially given how many use contacts these days. "There's not much to see. It came by phone with only a number. Eight bombs in all, around the stadium and backstage areas."
If Eva looked pale behind the mask before, she's froslass-white now, even as she blindly reached for Conan in an attempt to keep up the 'I'm a Darkened' illusion. "The Mirage Spirits in mating danceflight..."
It's enough to burn anyone's ears, though not as bad as if she'd added in one of the lugia species many, many titles. She should probably watch her language around the kid.
/small novel. Also you're free to NPC the officer as required
"You're that kid from before," she says, not sure what to make of this outside 'probably a coincidence'. Hopefully. She really doesn't want to have to resort to bribery to keep her identity a secret. "But the officer's right. It's hopefully nothing, just someone looking for a minute of fame." A glance to the officer. "Even so, the kid's right. Could we see the threat?"
"Ah..." The officer looks between them.
"I'm Darkened," Eva lies, though the lie sounds real and true. "If the kid's a psychic, I can calm him down."
The officer buys it, especially given how many use contacts these days. "There's not much to see. It came by phone with only a number. Eight bombs in all, around the stadium and backstage areas."
If Eva looked pale behind the mask before, she's froslass-white now, even as she blindly reached for Conan in an attempt to keep up the 'I'm a Darkened' illusion. "The Mirage Spirits in mating danceflight..."
It's enough to burn anyone's ears, though not as bad as if she'd added in one of the lugia species many, many titles. She should probably watch her language around the kid.