(The Dark) Getting It Together

[Bea]

"Stay," Bea replied curtly.

"If you are pretending to be kine, I think we'd have an easier time explaining our presence by making you our offering. Misdirection might not beat invisibility, but it can buy a few precious seconds," she added then, her tone much softer.

[Hugh Everwood]

Jesse glanced over to Emma's direction before she went and became all bat-like. Neat trick, that was, and definitely better at getting a look around than them earthbound folks.

Him being one of them didn't mind any though, just waiting for them all to be ready and get moving.

"Should have a story ready in case we do meet anyone so no one goes and flounders about it. Never know when that stage fright hits, hm?" He chuckled, ready to just go along with whatever story that might be. If they weren't being forced to walk here, they'd have to play the part in some way.

Might just go and play dumb, never fails as backup plan.

[Alessandra]

She had to learn to turn into a bat, it was an easier form to use in a city environment. Eyes follow Emma until she disappears into the sky and building. Ace in the hole?

"Not sure we really have time to come up with a story. But with the story I got, Kine think it's haunted, so lets just stick with that. Or at least what you guys have been told, you know, being an offering and all. Easy and simple."

She then nods to Bea, "Lets do this." Ale is ready to head in when the others are.

[Yumyumcrow]

Emma folds herself inward - over and over until she has completely transformed into a bat. Taking to the skies on leathery wings, she swoops over the property.

The property is relatively small, squeezed forgotten and neglected between fields and lanes north of Sacramento airport, framed on the western edge by the river. Contrasting with the surrounding area, the land is thick with vegetation - it is a veritable tract of wild scrub. Tracks, old and new, carve through it - while the spot is certainly neglected, it has garnered the interest of someone. Near the river, Emma Psychangel spies a dilapidated and overgrown green house. Closer to the house, the overgrown remains of an ornamental fountain and pond poke defiantly through the darkened brush.

The house sits at the heart of the property. Roughly square. Wood and stone still holding up well to the ravages of time. Swooping low, Emma buzzes the building. Most of its windows and doors are still boarded up, including the still impressive front door. A single attic window stares open and naked from the roof like some baleful cyclopean eye. The back entrance and a couple of windows at the rear of the building have been cracked open: boards lie scattered like freshly scattered petals in the dark.

A pile of refuse spills around the north west corner of the building - a fan of rubble, dirt, wood and slivers of pale white in the night. A van and a hatchback sit parked close to the house on the western side, partially hidden in the virulent foliage. Ambient light seeps weakly from a back window of the house: it faces away from the entrance so it won't be seen; and in any case it dissolves into the brush that stands like an honour guard around the old place.

The group coming by car and foot arrive at the scene differently. Finding the spot at night is hard given the poor lighting and how the property is not connected directly with the road. Once they reach it, it appears an impenetrable wall of ghostly trees and clinging vines and thick grass bursting from a rusting fence line. At least the entrance is easy to locate - a gap of dust and debris big enough to fit a van through. There were gates but some time ago, someone had simply rammed their way in: now the gates lay on the ground, mere twisted metal in the dirt.

The house cannot be seen from the entrance. The vegetation is too thick and wild. And the only light is coming from the pallid moon and the the headlights of vehicles. Everything else is solid shadow and ghostly shape.

Psychangel remember to factor the -1BP for Protean transformation :P I'll stop the narration there and give you time to meet up. Or plough right on in

[Alice Hart]

Hearing the miraculous change occurring around her in minute detail was extraordinary. Thinking about how Emma was currently shrinking, reforming herself to a winged beast had the Haunt marveling at the powers of the Blood. Hearing the wing beats, Alice silently wished Emma luck, only wishing she could see it for herself.

The last handful of words have Alice nodding. They could plan all they wanted but eventually they would just have to react to the moment.

At Ale's words Alice takes that as her queue and wills the Blood to move. The Blood crawls forward, soaking into desiccated organs, forcing them into a mockery of life.

Can't pretend to be a kine offering or ghost hunter without a heart beat.

[Bea]

Bea followed along with the others, careful to keep her 'sacrifices' (Alice and Jesse) in her sight.

Alessandra Orianna Lead the way!

[Alessandra]

Gonna give Psychangel a chance to respond to YYC before making a post

[Emma French]

Flying feels so free. Emma enjoys the sonar like radar she has as a bat. She spies a green house which may need closer examination on foot. Onward to the house she sees the boarded up windows. But there is one accessible to her. Emma swoops into the open attic window to take a closer look.

[Alessandra]

With everyone seeming to know what their story is, and Emma off flying around, it was time to go.

"Lets do this then." and Ale will begin to move towards the building. As they get closer, she will heighten her hearing, not wanting to get caught off guard if possible.

[Yumyumcrow]

Emma swoops into the room.

Neglect hangs thick and silent in the air. The attic room is shaped by the roof. Plaster and paper peels from the walls. The house creaks and groans around her. There is only decay here: rotting bedding covered in dust; a long dead wasps nest is tucked under one of the roof beams; in a corner a dirty and stained rag doll sits alone and forlorn.

A rickety stairwell leads deeper into the house.