It has been some time, but those magi that hunt the spiders that sleep in men's skulls have appeared again, this time at the old woman's house. The evening dusk gives them excellent cover to search, and they see no recent signs of habitation.
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It has been some time, but those magi that hunt the spiders that sleep in men's skulls have appeared again, this time at the old woman's house. The evening dusk gives them excellent cover to search, and they see no recent signs of habitation.
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Someone's been hanging out at The Buckhorn.
The Angel's dressed in racing leathers that are just as worn as the GSXR 'Jixxer' he pulled up on. And it doesn't matter what anyone thinks of the bike or leathers, motorcycle helmets are cool. Just ask Daft Punk.
Dismounting, he takes the helmet off and rummages through his backpack. Red Gatorade. Because 'Red' is totally a flavor. Popping the top, he leaned against his bike and studied the house while he drank.
2 successes to Random Scrutiny
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A man in sneakers, track pants, and hooded sweater approaches. The figures on an nothing more sinister than an evening job. His face is lost in the folds of the hood, which is the point.
The Moros Campanella does not want to push his luck in the neighbourhood where he spent an overly long time examining a back yard.
Date Action Roll Result 2016-10-29 04:33:16 Campanella to cast Shielding rote rolls 9 to Intelligence + Occult + speciality + Order Rote spec + Matter (10 Again) 10, 4, 6, 6, 4, 3, 6, 9, 4, 1 2 successes
What sheer coincidence that this hooded jogger should meet up with a resting biker in front of a silent and uninhabited house! He stops - as much to catch his breath as to make casual conversation. Pausing under the cover of regaining control of his ragged breathing, Campanella crafts an Imago and opens his mind to the presence of other sentiences in the area.
Date Action Roll Result 2016-10-29 04:43:48 Campanella to cast Sense Consciousness rolls 5 to GNO + Mind -1 Tolerance (10 Again, WillPower) 7, 1, 6, 8, 2 1 success
Campanella is carrying his phone and is waring average quality clothing. He'll have a simple knife on his person, assuming I can get away with it.
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The car was parked a couple blocks away, you never know if they’d need a quick escape. Before exiting the car, she calls upon Fate to wrap its threads around her and protect her from harm. Feeling the spell lock into place, she gets out, time to get the party started.
For this adventure, Faye was dressed in all black, which isn’t gothic looking on her at all. She has on leather pants and jacket which was over a black tank top. Her feet were clad in boots, steel toed at that, and her hair was tucked away in a bun. If this was going to get messy, she wanted any blood or whatever these suckers might bleed to blend in.
Faye catches sight of the others, seemed she was right on time, and a hand was held up in greeting. Blue eyes then turn to look at the house, wondering what joyous fun awaits them inside.
Date Action Roll Result 2016-10-29 13:22:34 Faye rolls 5 to Fortune's Protection(Gno3+Fate2) (10 Again) 2, 5, 8, 2, 4 1 success
Faye has her phone, on silent, and steel toed boots
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Truce arrives wearing his usual attire, a button up shirt and sports coat. It was either that or sweatervests, polo shirts, or a cheap suit which made up a majority of Truce's wardrobe. Seeing the site of Crowley's death sends a chill through him. He had never felt so responsible for a person's death, aside from the old spider-worshipping woman herself, or perhaps an entire ward of Sleepers infected by the Abyss's infectious influence. Actually, the list is longer than Truce is comfortable with. But he has nothing against squashing an overgrown spider.
Wrapping his pattern in a shielding, Truce also opens his eyes to the resonance of mental energies, hoping to catch a killing intent within the universal consciousness. Being the most familiar with the structure, Truce doesn't hesitate to approach the front door, trying the handle.
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Star's scrutiny of the house reveals a resonance heavily tainted with decay. Whether it was spiritual, mental, physical, metaphysical, or something else entirely, is less clear.
The handle opens easily. Inside, truce finds the place just as he found it, but now with a horrific stench. It is smell of rot, and it is nearly overpowering him as he steps inside.
Campanella's spellworking reveals no conciousnesses. Or nothing that he would consider a conciousness anyway. Whether that was enough...will have to be found out.
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"Holy... geez. It reeks. Who died..."
He'd followed Truce, backpack over a shoulder and carrying his helmet after offering each arrival a wave.
"Uh. My bad. I, like, forgot. I mean, I didn't forget Crowley died, just, like, forgot to, uh, use a different, you know. Expression. Phrase." Whoops. Talk about bad word choice. Super apologetic, yo. Contrite. That's the word. "But, seriously. Wow. My eyes are watering."
Long fingers rummage in the backpack and pull out a pack of gum.
"Gum, anyone?"
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"It's the old woman, the one who lured people to be food for the spider. Crowley's body wasn't left here. But I may have neglected to give hers a proper burial." It's said firmly, as if perhaps he's not sorry he forgot.
"I'll take one, thanks," he adds, accepting one to pop in his mouth. He's not the only one with a bad taste in his mouth.
"She's in the attic. That's where she took us. After Crowley died and the spider fled, I was unable to locate it in the house. It could have moved on, after losing its servant and threatened by being unable to kill me. By the way, don't drink the tea in the kitchen." Not that anyone would want to. But it's likely the cups she left out were still there. The tea probably sludge by now.
Truce begins searching everything in the house, starting with the entryway and nondiscriminatory opening drawers and moving things about, looking for sometime that would clue him into the spider's whereabouts or why the old woman began her worship.
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Campanella moved to follow, casting furtive glances about as if he expected trouble.
"An old woman? Was she under this spiders... spell!?
Whatever else the Moros meant to say was lost in the gag reflex as the wave of stink crawled out from the open doorway. The Moros winced, hand vainly trying to shield his mouth and nose.
"If I may, I will take a mint..." he wheezed.
Taking a cue from his Councillor, Campanella joined in Truce's search. "What - What exactly are we looking for?" Under his hood, his eyes roved across the thickly laid shadows: a mage had died here. "Just so you know, I am not sensing anything like a consciousness in here..."
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