Diego stared at the scene. The two people having a picnic together. It was a beautiful day outside, possibly one of the last summer days before fall. They were a lovely couple. The girl has long blonde hair, her highlights flickered underneath the sun. Her already pretanned skin continues to bake underneath the sun. She wore a beautiful green sundress for the occasion. Her companion on the other hand, contrasts her. He has black hair, wore a short sleeved black shirt, capris jeans, all matched with his basic black Nike shoes, and the look was topped off with some shades. Both displayed their status as a couple by popping snacks in each other's mouths, laughter and giggles were unavoidable in the process.
Bored, Diego looked elsewhere.
Nearby was a woman pushing a stroller, with two more little children in tow. Diego does recognizer her, but doubts that she'll do any harm, she obviously is very preoccupied in her life.
Diego continued to dart his eyes to something at least interesting in the plaza. This is a boring ass job, but its Marcel's orders. Apparently, somebody has stolen magic of all the witch covens in New Orleans area. Now all the witches who used to have magic don't have magic, and are furious, sans magic. Like, it's not like there hasn't been bad blood between both factions in French Quarters before, but this is definitely the boiling point. Vampires in the French Quarter are currently walking on eggshells because this isn't the only predicament they're in at this moment.
Diego's job is to keep on the lookout, literally. Marcel ordered fifteen vampires per shift to scan the area if there is anything suspicious, which is why Diego is at the afternoon shift chilling on the rooftop of an old abandoned Borden's factory sitting on one of the air conditioning units. Keeping an eye out, watching and listening to mundane interactions in the plaza.
Occasionally, spontaneous things happened. Earlier, two men were fighting underneath a pavilion of LaRue, a restaurant. The scuffle was brief, but at the casualty of several tableware that was broken, eventually the food manager of the establishment came and broke up the fight by kicking them out. Another interesting thing that happened was a conversation between two young women about relationships, who was going out with who, cheating, money and etcetera. Diego had a difficult time imagining the said situations, but listening was interesting. Just recently, a street performer was doing his tap dancing thing with an encouraging crowd. Diego watched with amusement with the perfect view.
It was the waning of the sunset. Diego's shift is almost over. He glanced at the time on his phone, 6:39pm, he has about an hour and a half left. The sun was out of sight, but there was a little bit of sunlight left that blended in with the blueness of the sky that transitioned into the darkness of the night. Streetlights immediately powered on, while storefront windows slowly turned on their neon signs.
Diego's attention was briefly turned to the windows above the local shops, downtown its common for apartments to be above local businesses-sometimes it's the residence of the business owners. Apartments downtown are a bit pricey, especially those above local businesses, but there are buildings that are 100% filled with units. His attention was towards the windows because curtains were not blocking his view and something interesting was going on.
It appeared to be crammed in the unit, there was lots of people. More of a party of some-sort, music was blaring, everyone was drinking, the décor of balloons and confetti was all over the place. Diego watched as carefully as the people are while they play a party game, Jenga, one of the girls was pulling out the last of the three blocks from the middle to put it at the top. Her attempt was met with intense pressure by everyone around her, including Diego.
BAM!
Diego flinched and looked at the direction on the sound that interrupted him. It came from another apartment unit directly across from the abandoned building-across from him. Luckily, the windows were open like the previous apartment.
"Dammit!" It was a woman all alone, surrounded by several scattered boxes, she looked like she recently moved in.
The woman was on a couch holding a book, but she immediately placed the book down to retrieve something out of Diego's line of view. Finally, she came back and placed the item on the table, and made herself comfortable on the couch with her book once again. Diego watched closely.
The woman appeared to be reciting something out-loud from the book, concentrating on the object. Diego was not sure what the thing was, the thing was oddly shaped statue of some-sort. A bright glow surrounded the object as it levitates from the surface of the coffee table, the object floated up high near the ceiling, but it eventually collided with the ceiling. Pieces of the object flew everywhere in the room. The woman ducked for cover underneath a blanket.
Diego stared in awe. Not all of the witches in the French Quarter lost their power. Gotta tell Marcel about this. He bolted from his spot to tell Marcel his findings. All the witches in the radius supposedly lost all their powers, but how come one witch have magic? Diego figured she must be bad news.
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