Beneath the Chapter House

[Majunior]

Peter looks over to Jackson. "By the way, man, good to see you're feelin' better. Had me a bit worried after last time."

Peter takes off his jacket and drops it and the bag of stakes, kicking them out of sight under a table and moves toward the front of the column, finding a good spot and starting to move forward slowly. "Whoever has the sight, sing out if you see 'em. I'm a bit fond of Sinatra. Maybe 'Be Careful, It's My Heart,' or even 'Fools Rush In.'"

The last joke was said without Pete's usual feeling backing it, sounding more like what his humor sometimes was... a way to deal with the here and now. A coping mechanism. Maybe even a defense mechanism.

It's undoubtedly a bit surprising to some -- and no doubt a relief to others -- when Peter falls oddly silent after his last quip, merely moving forward at a cautious, even pace.

"Here we go again." The joke he thought to himself didn't even make Peter smile.

[Asa]

Asa looks to Headstrong, waiting to see how she wanted to arrange them.

[Joseph Hartman]

Once inside the Chapter House Joseph rolls his shoulders and stretches his hands down. Large inhuman, non-animal claws take the place of his hands. His posture bends down slightly now walking almost with a gait.

[Headstrong]

Headstrong motions with her hand. Pointing at Ishani, she raises four fingers before pointing to a spot that would soon be four feet behind and right of Headstrong. Repeating the same gestures with three fingers she indicated the same to Asa on her left.

"Slave Naetesh, four feet flank my right. Slave Clarke, three feet flank my left."

She did not give the other Dragons any such orders, instead seeing how they positioned themselves. Satisfied she turns about and makes a broad overhead forward sweep with her arm and soon reaches the front door. Checking one last time everyone had understood the order to move forward she extends her hand.

Step one would be the front door, step two the light switch if necessary, step three sweeping the closest rooms with Gideon and the others with the Sight.

[Asa]

Enough apparently was not enough.

Asa moved to the indicated position.

"Do you have a tape measure, neonate Grandmaster?" he asked.

[Ishani]

Ishani looks at Headstrong like the woman has lost her mind. Did she want to fail?

She shakes her head and moves to the back.

Whatever.

[Majunior]

As Your Majesty The Prince Slave Clarke made his comment, anyone very near Peter (or with enhanced senses) undoubtedly heard him start laughing.

Oh, he's holding it in as best he can, and actually managing for the most part -- and truth be told, that seems like an admirable accomplishment for him all on its own -- but he just couldn't contain it completely.

Anyone who noticed his restrained laughter could probably accurately guess he's laughing his ass off on the inside.

[Headstrong]

"Nope. First swing of the axe will have to tell you how far off you are. Hallway is cramped. Err on the side of caution." Headstrong replies matter-of-factly.

They were incredibly impatient, within moments of accepting their new station. She hadn't really expected any different. In this instance a bit of autonomy wasn't bad though. As long as they backed their impatience up with competence, she didn't really care. They were Elders after all, that had to mean something.

"Think you can handle the rooms to the right, Naetesh? You got the left, Clarke?"

Half-expecting whining now that they had gotten more freedom Headstrong wondered how they would handle themselves. If they wanted to show what they were capable of this would be a good opportunity. Also made it so she knew what she worked with.

[Asa]

A shame this blustering barroom brawler never met Karsh.

Asa nodded at the question; if Ishani could hold her tongue, he could hold his. He did, however, stop to look at the two who had not faced thise enemy before -- D'Wayne and Joseph -- and spoke quietly.

"Even hidden from sight, they can be felt. An area of... wrongness. When you feel them, be ready to be attacked -- usually from above."

Perhaps they had been told this before, and he seemed overly catious... but perhaps a dangerously foolish mistake had been made and they had not.

Asa turned back, and began focusing on his heightened senses.

[Joseph Hartman]

~Above? what the fuck are we facing spider-snake-ghouls?~

Joseph however only nods.