Camille grumbled gruffly, stepping from his car after locking it.
Blackwood, another semi-rural town in the Mideast of the US. Another mysterious entity and energy source. He cracked his neck a bit in the night, listening bleakly. The jackal sighed a bit and leaned against the car while he waited.
8PM.
He took his grimoire from his pocket, hand floating over it to reveal its real size; and then flipping to an open page. A map of the city came up; it was active. Depositing it again, Camille double checked its alarm and began to walk down the street in the direction, past a certain gas station; leather jacket and jeans making him look rather normal. The goal was to capture this before 10; the later it got, the more troublesome it'd be.
