... Conner looks to Russel and then to the others. Conner's eyes glow for just a moment as he takes the lead. "They are not jumpy per-say, but they are cautious." Conner states flatly as he removes the Panel and leads the way trying to find Ug and Ly
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The panel doesn't move easily, but eventually* comes off. The concrete liner behind it is torn open and further is dark, bare earth.
The tunnel is large; large enough for anyone not familiar with Sunshine to consider it wasted effort. For the Kindred, they'll be able to proceed hunched over, but still on their feet.
Sometime during the metallic wrenching sound of the panel being removed, the notes fade to silence.
For a just a moment, there's a staccato clicking sound, like a wind up toy unwinding.
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Brenn was actually looking forward to meeting these mysterious informants. Not only could they be future allies, but her clan would need to interact with them if they tried to construct a necropolis. Using the sewers as both a transportation hub and as a refuge was perhaps the only good idea Dirge that had implemented during her short reign, but her clan would learn from it. Or she would, at least.
Brenn put her flashlight away, cracked a glow stick, and partially smother its radiance with her coat so that she could see around her, but little else.
Sidor cocked his head as he heard the clicking and suspicions flickered through his mind of people using music boxes as detonators. He felt his fangs reflexively sliding out as he scanned the area. It was what, in hindsight, he would have done. Still, he considered, it probably wasn't likely.
Which didn't mean that he wasn't scanning the area, looking for any evidence of tampering as he followed Conner and Brenn.
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After a few moments, it becomes apparent that nothing is going to happen; that no rolling boulder or poison arrow swarm was triggered. Moving through the tunnel, the air is cool and fresh, and the walls dry enough to indicate that there is circulation of air. It's uncomfortable, walking hunched over, but not unbearable. Dirt soon coats the Kindred like cinnamon and sugar on a ball of snickerdoodle dough.
A few minutes into the tunnel, the music begins again, then pauses and the clicking sound comes. From inside the tunnel, it's noticeable that they're moving toward the sounds, and the music begins again, slowly resolving itself into clean piano notes.
In the distance (100M), flickers and splashes of light outline a rough circle: the end of the tunnel.
Conner continues to lead the way toward the music and the light. "Stay close." Conner says as he slinks out of the tunnel and into the opening. Conner's hand twitches as he wonders how soon a dagger will be needed to get his point across.
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Brenn stuffed her glow stick deep into her coat's breast pocket and shut the jacket tightly, an act which plunged her into darkness and obscurity, just in case. Deprived of light, she simply followed the outline of the Deputy, her eyes fixed on the bright glow ahead. Surprisingly, the exposure to these dark tunnels was helping banish the memories of her mad flight through the cities underbelly, and soon the dark remembrances became unclear and distant, like frayed cobwebs sitting in a long forgotten cupboard. She moved more confidently after Greyson, now, and tried to make her footfalls softer but not totally silent.
Hearing the music, and feeling a little weirded out by the sheer obscurity of notes filtering through a sewer system, the Doctor slipped the punch dagger into her right hand. Her free fingers balled up, just in case something decided to pop out and surprise them. She was relieved when that didn't happen, but it paid to be careful.
She remained silent, raptly listening for voices, or footsteps, or any sort of movement beyond their own as she followed the others.
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Allowing the Haunts to follow Greyson, Russell brings up the rear, convinced that they were best served with Auspex at either end of the worm of creeping Kindred. Hunched as he is, the prowl he walks with is more pronounced, as though it's natural. Indeed, it looks like Russ is more comfortable skulking around this way; maintaining a relatively low profile. A glance down confirms that the opening in the zippers at his calves are free, allowing access to the knives. They are soaked, and muddy, but ever at the ready.
Trudging on, Russell keeps his attention focused sharply behind them, just in case.
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The tunnel opens into an unusual scene that Conner and Brenn have seen before; the ceiling rises and the walls widen into a large underground chamber, in which an old railroad car sits to one side. The room is pitch black, but light flickers inside the car, shadows dancing, and a something large and red moves within.
Unlike their previous visit, there are additions.
A worn, dirty couch is next to the train, and a mound of something just as dirty and worn shifts on it.
And there's the piano.
Unlike everything else, it's immaculate, and the notes ring pure and clear as Dirge plays "Music of the Night."
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