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The museum was enjoying the Minoan exhibit that one of the staff had managed to succeed in retaining. And thankfully none of the school tours were being overly rambunctious among the artifacts. Instead there was something of a muffled shriek as Gina’s usual bubble popping ceased.
The museum has been open for less than an hour, it’s mid morning. Feel free to Nar yourself in, as members of the Mysterium you have some VIP pass to certain blocked off sections of the Museum, but not all.
Nantale had spent as much time as she could in and around the Museum since she arrived in Sacramento. Her family and work schedule kept her occupied most of the time, but she spent a great deal of what little free time she had here. The variety of the exhibits were astounding - of course, there were a few museums in Austin, but she had scoured them and their secrets since she was a child.
Here, she was a child all over again.
She arrived at the Museum particularly early this morning. Her job prevented her from getting out often during the day, but today, her office was closed and she eagerly pounced on the opportunity to explore. The Acanthus took her time to savor each exhibit she came across, one-by-one, reading and re-reading the plaques attached to each one. The Enchanter had all the time in the world, or did she?
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Nantale could barely perceive Gina's shriek - but she perceived it - and that was enough for her to investigate. Without hesitation, she took her phone from her purse and placed her hand over the "Emergency Call" button, just in case something sinister was going on.
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Aenigma had been keeping an eye on things around the Minoan exhibition, taking pride in his own success for having arranged the whole thing. As usual, he was just casually walking around the exhibit, answering questions that some of the guests had and what not. Everything was going well, until the young Warlock heard the muffled shriek. A frown formed on his brow, as he was certain the sound had come from Gina. He focused for a moment, trying to listen for the familiar sound of her bubblegum popping...but there was nothing.
What the hell?
Being a Censor meant he had to protect his Order and its secrets, so the possibility of an attack on the museum suddenly changed his focus as he left the exhibit behind. As Aenigma walked down the hall, he spotted Nantale nearby, the Acanthus who had recently arrived to the city. He had wanted to speak with her at some point, but not necessarily under these circumstances. Then again, seeing that she was a Mystagogue as well, it was in her best interest just as it was his, that nothing nefarious overcame the museum.
"Hey," he said to her as he approached. "Did you hear that as well?"
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The Moros Mystagogue had accompanied his companions to the Museum that day, mostly out of habit. Toren had another reason too, because ever since he had converted his work area in the Sanctum to bedrooms for his new Cabalmates there was no place to really work on his blueprints. He was now growing accustomed to bringing his work with him to the Museum back rooms, the ones that weren't off limits. Now that he was a Censor he had the excuse to take over the old unused offices. He thought about requesting John Dee's office, in case the rogue Mystagogue had an inkling to return for some reason or another. Yet he was hesitant on the idea of a vengeful Master of Space dropping by for payback.Cast Prior to ArrivalHe thought it was a strange sound. It could have been an excited child viewing the displays of the Museum. Though there was a tinge of something...unpleasant about it. Curiously Toren came out into the Museum floor just to ease his mind about the sound.
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Orpheus had entered the museum with a somewhat unsatisfied look on his face, as though he had been trying to work on some minor problem with little success, or as though he had forgotten some minute detail that was bugging him for some time.
his expression changed from that of concentration to confusion as he heard the muffled shriek from what he could tell was Gina's mouth.What in the devil... He begins walking towards the direction of the disturbance when he overhears one of the mystagogues (@Aenigma) he recognized ask about the shriek.
I heard it too. That was that Gina girl right?
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Kiko had the day off and decided that she'd finally get a chance to meander through the Museum and well "See the Sight's" as it were. Once she'd actually got inside she'd caught the scents of her Cabal mates as she headed over to them noticing Nantale and Orpheus as well before her ears perked up as she furrowed her brow a moment moving over to her fellow Wise
"I would say hello and other appropriate greetings but I don't think this is the correct time for this..." looking to those she'd moved over towards
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Gina backed away quickly from the office door she had just opened. The latte that had previously been in her hand was now on the ground with her bubblegum. Her fair skin had gone pallid and she couldn’t stop staring as she tried to find the breath to scream.
It is one of the further back hallways, and it doesn’t take long to get there. You will arrive in the order that you post (not that it matters).You each have the time to cast up to 2 instant action spells
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Gina was normally so calm and stolid, it was almost bizarre to see her react so intensely to anything. However, Toren knew that whatever it was they needed to attend to it straightaway, especially before any tour groups got caught up in the middle of it.
"On your guard," he says steadily to his companions as they come into view. He head's towards the back hallways, casting a Shielding spell as he moves. If there was danger it would be smarter to stop and ask Gina of what she saw and formulate a plan, but by then they would lose whatever initiative they had. It was also faster just to see for oneself what the matter was. He also cast a spatial Sight in case someone had teleported into the vicinity and startled Gina.Rolls
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As Toren took off, Aenigma followed close behind his Cabal mate. Bringing both his hands together at his fingertips, the young Censor willed some good luck on himself. However, the Lady seemed to mess with him, as his second casting didn't quite make it there. He frowned slightly, but decided not to fixate on the failure. The Warlock continued charging forward, ready to deal with whatever was causing problems at his workplace.
Sometimes you are fickle bitch.
A smirk touched the corner of his lips for a split second.
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