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It has been a few months since the Mages had returned to the old victorian house that was the Doll museum. This time things had changed as the season was changing through Autumn and into Winter.
It is near the mid of the day, and there are very few people currently moving around. The curator is behind some makeshift between a bar and a desk, almost as if he expects you.
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Noctina rocked up in her casual clothes, fairly non-descript grey and black outfit with a top, baggy pants and jumper, her hair was in a plain straight style, everything about her appearence was boring and plain.
She looked around the room as she entered the doll museum, she pulled out her wallet and looked around for a place to pay for admission.
*Creepy little fuckers sometimes...* The thought flashed across her mind as she saw the lifeless faces of dolls surrounding the room.
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Father Samael arrives at the museum once more. He is dressed in priest-casual: black slacks, shirt, shoes, and coat with a square of white collar at his throat. While somewhat of a distinctive outfit, the curator would likely recognize him in either case, and if the curator isn't present, no one is likely to remember him. Additionally, the priest's outfit often served as its own form of armor. And if it becomes necessary, it's pretty simply to just remove the collar, Samael thinks wryly to himself.
Spotting Noctina already present he nods to the Mystagogue. "Good Afternoon," he says in quiet greeting. It isn't terribly uncommon for a priest to be friendly, after all.
Cast at Sanctum before arrival:
Cloaking the Anointed (Suppress Aura) = -5 to all attempts to scrutinize his Aura
5 suxx
Unseen Aegis = increased duration to 24 hours, using 1 ambient mana from Hallow
November in California, 80 degrees. Exactly why Reverb loved California. No snow storms, no real drop in temperatures yet. Dressed for the rough and tumble and non-descript, the young mage arrives at the museum in jeans, black t-shirt and an Oakland As cap. Because not even a mind controlling Seer could get him to wear a Giant's cap.
On his back is weathered backpack with his ipad and a hoodie stuffed inside. Looking around he idly wonders when things go pear shaped, if the dolls will animate and start gnawing on their ankles.
He makes eye contact with Noctina and Sam to accounce his presense but doesn't say anything since this was supposed to be all black bag. Royce. James Royce. Domestic Mage of mystery.
Cast before leaving his suite: Supernal Vision activated, 4 vs Spel Pot;
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The decrepit man just looks at the three of you. In his glance you can tell he recognizes at least the two of you. From the shelves the ever watching glass and button eyes seem to direct their gazes at you, and the entire museum has a sort of a silence blanket that even your quiet whispering disturbs.
He flips something behind the desk that sounds like it could be a note book and makes a few scratches before placing thee tags on the stand in front of him. “It’s seven each.”
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Father Sam smiles at the man and happily hands over the price of admission. He nods in thanks and strolls into the museum. Normally he would just as happily pay for the other's admissions, but the necessity of subtlety insisted that he not draw undue attention to their association.
Once inside the priest examines various displays, slowly making his way back to the room where the now infamous doll resided.
Vincent walks up to the ticket counter and buys his ticket and then heads for the special exhibit room. As he pointedly ignores all the dolls staring at him, he switches his phone to vibrate. Because if he survived being the invitable chew-toy for the lion, his parents would murder him for being so crass as to not put his phone on vibrate in a museum.
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Noctina awkwardly greets the preacher man.
"umm... Hi?
She then goes over to the man with the tickets and hands over the price of admission and makes her way into the museum keeping her eyes peeled for security systems and measures.
Inside the special doll exhibit room, Reverb looks about with his Supernal Vision enhanced sight, looking over room for anything magical.
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