Unwelcome Portents

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Unwelcome Portents
Date of Cutscene: 30 May 2021
Location: Rome
Synopsis: Morrigan can't have a normal vacation
Cast of Characters: Morrigan MacIntyre

It was still before daybreak in Rome and Morrigan hadn't slept. Overthinking was the way her brain ran these days. So out on the balcony is where she was sat for the moment. Listening to the wind blowing across the empty plaza out in front of the hotel. The quiet was interrupted by the single stark 'caw' of a raven though. Normally this would freak people out, but it was probably just Mike. Morrigan's violet gaze turned to observe the large raven that was sitting on the railing of the balcony. Close enough that she could reach out and touch it.

A pale hand slowly reached for the bird. Caution was the biggest thing. She didn't want her eyes pecked out. The bird seemed alright with the incoming hand until the final seconds where it gave her palm a sharp enough peck to break skin.

Black blood welled up from the wound, which caused the Irish woman to startle. Her blood was red. Never black. And it seemed to be wanting to run 'up' her arm as opposed to listening to the will of the universe and gravity and heading for the ground.

The raven flitted off to sit above the doors that led back into the hotel room, letting out another chilling 'caw' at the red head. "Listen...can I just take the kids on a trip ONE TIME with no weirdness?" she asked the question a bit pleadingly. There was a chuckle that came from the darkness of the room. But nothing was there. A drop of black blood hit Morrigan in the head and for a second all was well...until the overwhelming amount of visions that hit. One moment she was up, the next she was sitting in the floor holding the sides of her head. If she just sat her it would all go away. Just a bad dream.

But sadly it was not.

Her phone ringing was what snapped her out of things. The taste of coppery blood in her mouth was what she was greeted by as she answered, "Hello?" she greeted weakly. On the other end was silence, then a busy signal. The red head was up and into the hotel room in a matter of seconds, locking the doors to the balcony and rushing to the restroom to spit the blood out in the sink, "Well...it can't get any worse..." she muttered as she grabbed her toothbrush.

But oh it good get worse.

They'd just have to wait and see...