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 [open]Blackwater
Zaxton Books
Posted: Apr 13 2010, 01:09 PM


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He could have been any alchemist in the world, or just about any other mage. Nu Mou were not so uncommon in Galbadia, after all; it was more than sheer technology that kept this flying trade capital aloft. It was not unusual, at all, to see a Nu Mou with a test-tube in hand, especially with a great tome in the other, likely reading and studying as he hurried from one meeting to another. Moogles were notorious for rushed schedules, after all.

That's probably why nobody paid any mind when he turned on his heel and walked down an alley, and why nobody thought it odd that he stepped into one of many of the cisterns where water was stored.

There were no guards here. The locations were supposedly fairly secret. Moogles were a peaceful sort regardless, and the areas were routinely checked for water quality. The last test team had just left five minutes ago. It would not return for nearly three hours.

There was more than enough time. Like he had done so many other times in so many other cities, the man eased the rubber stopper out of his test-tube, and poured his runny, ink-black sample into the water, before discarding the tube into the depths of the cistern and sweeping out.

Smiling inwardly, the Clan Plague representative began to make his way back to the Galbadia Docks. He had no idea he was being tailed.
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