Mystery in the Mist

[Swift]

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Twilight is a time of transitions, a time of change. It is when night turns to day, or day to night. It marks the passage of time, and lets us know that we haven't just stopped. As a result, dawn and dusk are times of unusual energy and mystery to humankind.

Right now, twilight is almost upon the world. The darkened sky is only just starting to lighten, and the stars try desperately to shine their last light before day. It is the predetermined time, and the predetermined place. There is a spot just off of the bike trail through riverside park where one can look down the hill to the bank of the river and copses of trees add to the illusion of a wilderness. As the sky lightens and the dawn draws near, the air begins to warm. But for now a mist thick enough to be called a fog hovers over the river, and it hides the houses on the other side from view. For the very few who witness such a place at such a time, it becomes very easy to imagine that one is far from civilization rather than in the heart of a city.

[Cameron]

Aldamoth arrived as early as he could. He was wearing his regular worn-out business attire and a days worth of stubble, his sabre on his side. A breach in the hedge was interesting enough to warrant investigation without further reward, but the notion of a bounty sealed the deal for the poverty stricken Darkling.

As he entered Riverfront Park he could not help but wonder, would others from the freehold join him in this little expedition, or would he be braving the unknown alone once more. On a whim, he decided to wait and see if any would be joining him, he was early enough to spare some time before beginning his search.

[ArchonAres]

Hanna would arrive by cab, smiling at the other lost as she approaches. The early sun feels good on her skin and scales, and she can't help but enjoy it.

"Hello boys," she says offhandedly, stopping next to the other Lost, "I've always been a morning person. And the waterside is just a wonderful view out this early, don't you think?"

In truth, she really did enjoy mornings. But water? Never really her thing. What brought here here was treasure. That which glittered was what she loved.

[Dominyk Prise]

Dominyk arrived when it suited him: as early as he could manage with the woman he had managed to slide into bed with the night before still trying to drag him back to bed. He looked slightly disheveled, but awake. He was dressed comfortably in a pair of slightly loose jeans, a white shirt, and a dark blue windbreaker. Over one shoulder he had his usual dark grey messenger bag and his right hand moving slightly as he rolled a dark-stained wooden yo-yo off his long fingers and letting it sleep as he walked.

He noticed the group of other changelings, and smiled lightly to himself, his sharp teeth sparkling slightly as he approached, and his scent swarming around him, as usual. “Good morrow, Friends.”

Bag’s Contents

A second yo-yo, a number of Pens/pencils, three markers, 1 empty (new) college-ruled notebook, and 3 moleskin notebooks in the colors of Dark Purple, Dark Blue and Light Green.

[Degnar]

walking barefoot

Degnar always walks around barefoot, so at one point the STs had decided to make me roll a chance die when entering a new scene. On a dramatic failure he would take 1 Lethal from walking around without shoes. So...here's that roll

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-03-06 12:54:53		Degnar rolls 1 to walking barefoot (10 Again, Chance)		9		failure

Degnar slithered his way through Riverfront Park at a casual pace, knowing all too well that moving faster wouldn't prevent the sun from rising. The Darkling tried to enjoy the last moments of darkness as he walked towards the riverbank. Even though he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of crawling out of his hole in the morning time, he knew it was his duty to investigate the strange happenings at the park.

Keep the people lost to every outsider. Whatever is happening by the river needs to stop before it starts attracting unwanted attention...

A bow was slung over his back, and next to it there was a quiver with about a dozen of arrows in it; all of it was clearly handmade. The Tunnelgrub also carried a small cloth pouch, which was tied to his belt. Inside of it he had a series of primitive lockpicks he had made himself. He was wearing a worn out pair of black slacks with a few holes in them, and a black leather trenchcoat that looked as if it had been picked up at a thrift store...or perhaps a dumpster. But what's more peculiar is the absence of shoes, which isn't unsual for the Darkling.

As Degnar reaches the riverbank, he notices the group of Changelings already gathered there. Not recognizing any of them, he approaches with care and perhaps a little suspicion.

"Hello," he says to the group in a monotone voice.

[Iblardora]

Reynard would come up to the others with a tip of his hat. He smiles at the others an old backpack slung over his shoulder, his lantern hanging off the side of it, and the mask put inside it. Another bag, a side pouch bag, is sling over his shoulder. His attire is old paint stained jeans and a slightly torn Shirt.

"Hello everyone." His breath comes out as smokey mist. "How are we today? "

[Cameron]

Aldamoth let a small but noticeable smile creep across his features upon sighting his fellow changeling. Good, seems like waiting was worth it.

( Tobias Thorne ) "Yes, it is rather lovely" He shook the extended hand, taking care to ensure that his hunger did not seep forth and taste his new comrade. Now was not the time for such indulgences. "Aldamoth De'Taldier, nice to meet you Tobias, It's good to have some company for today's little expedition."

As the others arrived he greeted each cordially in turn, his face retaining its slight smile. But any who looked into his green-brown eyes would have surely observed unmasked delight. All thought of the bounty had vanished, the notion of returning to action after all these years, and with such a large group was euphoric to the Darkling.

He let his eyes travel over the members of this impromptu expedition. It was an odd bunch to be sure. They wore mantles of winter, spring and autumn, diverse if nothing else. The old and jaded part of his soul could not help but wonder though, how useful would any of these people be if push came to shove? None of them seemed like tried and tested warriors, but then again he hardly looked the part himself. He felt his right hand move over to the wire-wrapped hilt of his sabre, gently gripping the familiar surface.

Glancing up at his fellows, he spoke calmly "Well, this is a much larger turnout than I had expected, is anybody aware of any others that will be joining us, or shall we get this show on the road?"

[ArchonAres]

It's rather clear that Hanna simply isn't the adventuring type... stiletto heels, a pair of tight jeans, and a v-neck red silk shirt are the only things she's got with her. Oh, and a flashlight.

"I'm Hanna," the dragon answers calmly, eyes staring at the foggy riverbank, "Are we all here for the same reason? If so, we need to move before the mists burn off."

[Degnar]

Degnar tilts his head slightly as he listens to Aldamoth's words, watching his fellow Darkling with some curiosity. "That depends," he says with the same flat tone he used when greeting the group. "Why are you here?" The Tunnelgrub turns to face the beautiful Draconic after saying this, making it obvious that the question is directed at her.

One can never be too careful...and I don't know any of these...people.