Not This Time [Tokyo, Japan]

[Nox]

The horde felt different as of late. The herbs that grew in the earthen ware terrarium helped him steady his cravings. Sex with a random guy here and there satiated the beasts in side. A rare steak every night. But they scratched at his head. Scratched harder, faster. Pulled and tugged at his dreams harder than usual. Something was different.

Between practicing inverting weaves and researching his marks, Nox was left with time to look back in on Moscow. Scour the feeds. He didn't know what he was looking for. He didn't understand the horde's change. It felt stronger.

Felt real. Not ethereal like it had. Could there be more?

Check in on Vaia Plus. I think the horde is back

The text went out to both The Wicked Truth and Dorian Vega. If worse came to worse he'd send the Ascendancy a message. But he had to get back -- and Nox felt that it was imperative that he do it now.

Nox threw off another text to his contact.

Need to go back to Moscow. Last mark

Nox didn't care if Jacob got pissed off. Didn't care that he was 'obligated.' What were they going to do? Kill him? Good luck trying that. Which is why he was where he was. Jacob thought he could kill him. Jacob didn't know what Nox could do! Though he was pretty certain he might know a lot more than he knew at first.