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    Ingrid's Avatar
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    (Angus (ensorcelled mortal))
    Ingrid
    Ingrid

    Mein

    Very much like her Mask. However, her skin takes on a more reflective, rubbery texture and she appears... thinner... with limbs that are slightly too long and thin for her general proportions. There is also faint traces of webbing between her fingers and toes.

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    Night had closed in on Funderland.

    A darkness rich in shadows had seeped across the land, a sure sign of the turning of the seasons. A darkness that served only to contrast with the small pockets of light from the parking lot, the street beyond, and one of the funfair's older buildings. The rest of the funfair was deep in macabre gloom - a gloaming that spread north into the silent golf course beyond. Even the sounds of the passing vehicles sounded off and distant. The Freehold was truly a liminal space.

    Ingrid sat outside the building on a crate, back to the wall and a beer in her hand. The shadows didn't so much as pool around her as stick to her like tar, draw her physical substance into them so that, from certain angles, it appear she was little more than a pale floating face and a set of hands. She is waiting by the open door from which welcoming light pours, waiting for the others to arrive.

    The Darkling has found the long forgotten entry into the old prohibition tunnels. She was about to send some of her friends down to investigate. After all, she needed to know if those dusty old tunnels posed a threat to the Freehold.
    Saber Sloth Mhairi Ankaa unlimited sink Thomas Land Parable Donovan Ackerman Travisc06489 Quick
    Darkling: Palewraith |Spring Mantle 3 (Heady scent of plums)
    WYRD 3| Health: 7| Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7| Striking Looks 2: "Ethereal"

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    Donovan Ackerman's Avatar
    Mantle
    (Summer: Sun beating down)
    Wyrd
    Donovan Ackerman

    Mask
    Most of the time he is hunched over, crouching, sitting on his heels or in some other posture that belies his six foot height. His skin is very tanned and weather worn from long days working outside. Donovan wears durable clothes. Most of it is old and patched. As often as he can get away with it, he doesn't wear shoes.
    Mien

    Mien
    While he stays the same height his body and limbs become wiry and lanky, like he's been starved. His callouses are noticeably thicker. Dust and bits of chaff cling to his clothes. Straw and small twigs stick out of his hair. He constantly has mud on his hands. Loam is caked on his feet. Small plants sprouting from the dirt. Probably most distinct though is the smell. Sweat, hay, fresh turned earth, scents of fey animals and fruit, and manure
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    Donovan walked hunchbacked through the abandoned park, hands stuck sullenly into his pockets. Even in the midnight hours there was an aura of light around him. No. not actual light. More the feeling of it. Like the streetlamps were glaring down at him every time he walked under them. Like they were intensifying more in mood than actual luminesce.

    He noticed the scent of fruit before seeing Ingrid skulking in the shadows.

    “Howdy,” he said nodding towards the Darkling. She almost seemed transparent in this light. “Anyone else here?” he asked looking around. Aside from the fact that people could be inside, the night darkness seemed capable of holding many in its depths tonight.
    Wizened Woodwalker; Mantle: feel the sun beating down
    Defense: 2, Armor: 0, Speed:10

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    Quick's Avatar
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    (Boyish Charm)
    Presence
    (Restless)
    Winter Mantle
    (Hush of snowfall, stray flurries)
    Dexterity
    (Lithe)
    Quick
    Mien

    Quick is crowned with an ostentatious arc of hair that resembles a jagged bolt of lightning. He is very lithe and slightly taller than his Mask appears. His skin is a very pale shade of teal, and is covered in tiny filaments like cracks which glow an orange-red. The tips of his fingers and toes come to points, and his shoulders have hard, jagged projections growing from them.

    (Harden Mask)Glamour 1 Spent
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    The image of the Darkling steeped in shadows is off-putting. Quick has to remind himself that this is Ingrid: always dressed a step out of time and lovely to be around. This is what Arcadia had made of her. The Elemental tries to smile, giving her a wave. This is the reason people should hide behind Masks.

    It had been entirely too long since the collective Freehold had talked about conquering the tunnels. And Quick isn't about to shirk back on his promise. This is, without question, his home. He'll do whatever it takes to keep it safe.

    "Ingrid. Hey."
    he says, keeping a good hold on his reservations. Freeholds are supposed to be diverse. Full of interesting characters. It's just the first time Ingrid has seemed anything other than an a lovely, spirited girl with an interesting taste in fashion. His smile feels more natural now.

    Donovan is a pleasant surprise. His mantle seems to offset the evening darkness. An odd feeling, to be sure: to feel the Sun without seeing much light. "Ready to check out these tunnels?" he asks, giving the farm boy a very sincere smile.
    Last edited by Quick; Oct 21st, 2017 at 07:17 PM.  Reason for Edit: Cuz timing on post
    Elemental: Levinquick
    Wyrd ● | Health | Glamour | Willpower

  6. #4
    Thomas Land's Avatar
    Presence
    (Furtive)
    Autumn Mantle
    (Scent of Wet Dirt)
    Archive
    (Changeling Lore, Hedge Lore)
    Status
    (MS: Library Science)
    Contacts
    (Academia)
    Thomas Land

    Beast: Cleareyes


    Mien

    Thomas’s true face leaves no doubt as to his seeming. Indeed, his appearence is more mole than human. His whole head comes to the fleshly point of an elongated nose. His hair or more properly fur is dark brown and travels down his forehead and cheeks, stopping just before his pink nose. His eyes are smaller, beadier. His back is more hunched, he’s shorter, and his body and limbs seem thicker. His hands and feet are larger and tipped with dirt-caked claws.
    Mask

    Thomas is an unassuming, middle-aged man, standing at just over 5’5” with a hunch to his back. Despite his slight stature, he still has a stocky build with something of a barrel chest and thick arms and legs. His dark blond hair is thinning and messy atop his large head. His blue eyes are set wide apart and slightly asymmetrical. Wire-rimmed glasses perch high on the bridge of a pointy nose. His attire is generically professorial: tweed jackets, slacks, button-up shirts, ties, and sweaters.
    Mantle

    Thomas’s mantle manifests as a pervasive smell of wet earth. There always seems to be a dead leaf or two, wet and brown, stuck to his person.

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    Thomas comes scurrying out of the night, looking furtive, harried, as always. However, on this occassion, his normally professorial garb has been left at home. In its place, he wears work clothes: heavy Dickies, both pants and shirt. Boots.

    Indeed, he seems every bit the park janitor. To those who who know him, the effect must seem quite ridiculous.

    In one clawed hand, he clutches a small duffel bag. Its contents are simple: a cell phone, a flashlight, a small knife, some water and a snack or two.

    Coming to a halt just outside the orbit of his fellow Lost, the Mole-Man offers each a nod of greeting in turn. "Good evening to you, hm, all..." The mingling of their mantles has an odd effect, one that makes Thomas feel slightly nauseous.

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    Ingrid's Avatar
    Striking Looks 2 "Ethereal"
    Retainer
    (Angus (ensorcelled mortal))
    Ingrid
    Ingrid

    Mein

    Very much like her Mask. However, her skin takes on a more reflective, rubbery texture and she appears... thinner... with limbs that are slightly too long and thin for her general proportions. There is also faint traces of webbing between her fingers and toes.

    +1
    SL
    2
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    "Well. Look at you." The Darkling purred when Donovan appeared. She smiled, her pale face gleaming in its frame of shadows. She might have added something more, but before she could, Quick joined them.

    "And you." Her smile was almost predatory when she espied the Masked Levinquick.

    "Thomas!" She raised a hand in welcome to the Mole Man.

    She drank deep from her beer. "So. Like, yeah. I found an access point into those old tunnels. I'm looking for people who'll go into them and take a look around. I figure we need some idea of what is actually down there and if there is a threat. Heck, it'd be good to get an idea if we can even use the tunnels down there. I know some of you guys had the idea."

    She stood, hands now clasped around the still perspiring bottle.

    "I think we are nearly all here so I can take you all in. I'll be staying up top, you know, in case some muggles decide to drop in unexpected and stuff. Did any of you bring... stuff?"

    Ingrid looks over the trio.
    Darkling: Palewraith |Spring Mantle 3 (Heady scent of plums)
    WYRD 3| Health: 7| Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7| Striking Looks 2: "Ethereal"

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    Donovan Ackerman's Avatar
    Mantle
    (Summer: Sun beating down)
    Wyrd
    Donovan Ackerman

    Mask
    Most of the time he is hunched over, crouching, sitting on his heels or in some other posture that belies his six foot height. His skin is very tanned and weather worn from long days working outside. Donovan wears durable clothes. Most of it is old and patched. As often as he can get away with it, he doesn't wear shoes.
    Mien

    Mien
    While he stays the same height his body and limbs become wiry and lanky, like he's been starved. His callouses are noticeably thicker. Dust and bits of chaff cling to his clothes. Straw and small twigs stick out of his hair. He constantly has mud on his hands. Loam is caked on his feet. Small plants sprouting from the dirt. Probably most distinct though is the smell. Sweat, hay, fresh turned earth, scents of fey animals and fruit, and manure
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    Donovan glanced down at his chest before looking back up at with a questioning look. "What?" he asked what the 'look at you' comment was supposed to mean. At least with Quick it made sense. After all, 'look at him'. Although he was Masked. Which meant he still wasn't really taking the Wizened's advice. Still he couldn't help but smile back at the misguided Leveinquick.

    "Yep. Thought I'd do some explorin',"
    he replied indicating... well the fact that he was there. Though to be honest, when Thomas had him beat when it came to preparation.

    "Howdy Thomas," he greeted the moleman. The Autumn's mantle helped mask some of the plum scent, making the Wizened feel more comfortable.

    "Are we expectin' trouble?"
    he asked Ingrid. The Woodwalker hadn't really brought anything for fighting "Are you wantin' us to look over the fence? Thought this would be more for checkin' structure and tunnel stability."
    Wizened Woodwalker; Mantle: feel the sun beating down
    Defense: 2, Armor: 0, Speed:10

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    Quick's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Boyish Charm)
    Presence
    (Restless)
    Winter Mantle
    (Hush of snowfall, stray flurries)
    Dexterity
    (Lithe)
    Quick
    Mien

    Quick is crowned with an ostentatious arc of hair that resembles a jagged bolt of lightning. He is very lithe and slightly taller than his Mask appears. His skin is a very pale shade of teal, and is covered in tiny filaments like cracks which glow an orange-red. The tips of his fingers and toes come to points, and his shoulders have hard, jagged projections growing from them.

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    Quick eyes the mole-man as he approaches, noting the bag he's carrying. That might have been a good idea. Bringing something. Then again, Quick owns what? Clothes and a phone? At least he'd brought both of those. Could be fun to do things without the former, though. With a different crowd in a different place.

    Ingrid's smile doesn't make Quick feel all that better about her skulking in the shadows. She really could have belonged to Fear if she'd wanted to. And, thankfully, she'd chosen differently.

    Her reception of Donovan though? Quick can't help but wonder. The Woodwalker seems to take pause and examine himself, and Quick gives him a once-over as well. Not a bad looking guy. Just, you know, dirty. If it were his 'style', Donovan cold easily hide all that with a Mask. But it isn't. Quick can respect that. That's what makes the farm boy so damn interesting...

    Blinking, Quick steps back into reality around the time Ingrid asks them all if they've brought anything. "Stuff? Not really. I mean, I've got a phone. That's about it. Props for the bag of stuff, Thomas." He offers the last bit with a self-deprecating smile. The Autumn is a whole different story outside of a social setting. And its all Quick can do to not imagine him digging his way through a collapse in the tunnel wall. Saving them all. Guess he did just imagine it. Quick laughs a little under his breath.

    "You're not scared of that, are you? Trouble?"
    he asks Donovan in a playful display of bravado. The sides of his mouth creep up into a mischievous smile. Donovan got him on that footrace... and Quick's been dying for a chance to show the Wizened up. "Thomas and I can go exploring without you. If you need to hang back."
    Elemental: Levinquick
    Wyrd ● | Health | Glamour | Willpower

  13. #8
    Thomas Land's Avatar
    Presence
    (Furtive)
    Autumn Mantle
    (Scent of Wet Dirt)
    Archive
    (Changeling Lore, Hedge Lore)
    Status
    (MS: Library Science)
    Contacts
    (Academia)
    Thomas Land

    Beast: Cleareyes


    Mien

    Thomas’s true face leaves no doubt as to his seeming. Indeed, his appearence is more mole than human. His whole head comes to the fleshly point of an elongated nose. His hair or more properly fur is dark brown and travels down his forehead and cheeks, stopping just before his pink nose. His eyes are smaller, beadier. His back is more hunched, he’s shorter, and his body and limbs seem thicker. His hands and feet are larger and tipped with dirt-caked claws.
    Mask

    Thomas is an unassuming, middle-aged man, standing at just over 5’5” with a hunch to his back. Despite his slight stature, he still has a stocky build with something of a barrel chest and thick arms and legs. His dark blond hair is thinning and messy atop his large head. His blue eyes are set wide apart and slightly asymmetrical. Wire-rimmed glasses perch high on the bridge of a pointy nose. His attire is generically professorial: tweed jackets, slacks, button-up shirts, ties, and sweaters.
    Mantle

    Thomas’s mantle manifests as a pervasive smell of wet earth. There always seems to be a dead leaf or two, wet and brown, stuck to his person.

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    Thomas graces his company with a watery smile. He's come well equipped because, frankly, he's frightened of this whole endeavor. But his fear is part of his motivation for joining this exploration. He is, after all, a member in good standing of the Autumn Court.

    "I meant to, hm, look into the history and layout of the tunnels before now," he offers. "But, well, I haven't had the chance. So I thought it best to tag along. Study things in person. Yes, certainly."

    When Ingrid mentions her intentions of staying above ground he screws up his beady eyes at her, but doesn't say anything on that score. Instead, he recounts his supplies: "I, um, brought a flashlight. Water. My phone. And, um, a knife..." his voice dropping when he mentions the weapon. He looks uncomfortable even saying the word.

    "Trouble?" he gulps. Seeming not to notice the playful way Quick addresses Donovan, his beady eyes darting from the Wizened to Ingrid.

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    Ingrid's Avatar
    Striking Looks 2 "Ethereal"
    Retainer
    (Angus (ensorcelled mortal))
    Ingrid
    Ingrid

    Mein

    Very much like her Mask. However, her skin takes on a more reflective, rubbery texture and she appears... thinner... with limbs that are slightly too long and thin for her general proportions. There is also faint traces of webbing between her fingers and toes.

    +1
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    "I honestly have no idea what you'll find down there," Ingrid said as she ushered to group inside.

    "Yes. Ideally this trip should all be about checking whats down there, if its safe, and if its worth us doing anything with it. But... Well. Its tunnels. Old tunnels, disused for who knows how long - of if anything else has decided to make a home down there. Or use them themselves, you know."

    The tunnel entrance was in a camped storage area that Ingrid has cleaned out beforehand.

    "I found a way in through here but as you can see, this entrance predates the building. I mean, the angles are all wrong and I swear a wall runs over the top. It will be a bit of a squeeze but there are steps right? This is a good thing. If you need more flashlights I dug some out of the storage shed - heavy duty ones so they should come in handy."

    She gestured to where she had laid out a couple of hi-visability vests and plastic hard hats. Next to them were some bulky old fashioned heavy duty torches, the kind that could double as truncheons.

    "I tried to do some digging with my contacts. And. Yeah. Useful stuff did turn up but none of it was for round here. Other parts of the city like Old Sacramento and the storm drains in North Sacramento, sure. Not much for around here. As you can image - trying to trace prohibition era tunnels under Funderland came back with a big zip. Plenty of hints but nothing solid. Not till I found that stairwell."

    She at last gestured to the entrance: a narrow and steeply angled space carved into the ground. The storage space was oddly positioned around the entrance so that the walls were not flush with the stairwell. In the cramped storage room the stairwell looked like a mysterious and otherworldly intrusion; darkness lapped at the crude and narrow steps as they led down.

    Here beckoned the underworld.
    Darkling: Palewraith |Spring Mantle 3 (Heady scent of plums)
    WYRD 3| Health: 7| Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7| Striking Looks 2: "Ethereal"

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    Donovan Ackerman's Avatar
    Mantle
    (Summer: Sun beating down)
    Wyrd
    Donovan Ackerman

    Mask
    Most of the time he is hunched over, crouching, sitting on his heels or in some other posture that belies his six foot height. His skin is very tanned and weather worn from long days working outside. Donovan wears durable clothes. Most of it is old and patched. As often as he can get away with it, he doesn't wear shoes.
    Mien

    Mien
    While he stays the same height his body and limbs become wiry and lanky, like he's been starved. His callouses are noticeably thicker. Dust and bits of chaff cling to his clothes. Straw and small twigs stick out of his hair. He constantly has mud on his hands. Loam is caked on his feet. Small plants sprouting from the dirt. Probably most distinct though is the smell. Sweat, hay, fresh turned earth, scents of fey animals and fruit, and manure
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    “Yup, that’s me. Terrified as lettuce in a rabbit hutch,” he snarked back in a deadpan voice.

    He smiled lopsidedly at Quick’s goad “Now why would I need to hang back when I got such fine strong men to protect me,” he said with less deadpan but no less snark “’Sides, if there’s a bear or somethin’ down there. I don’t got to out run it. Just you.” Donovan’s eyes glinted with challenge in the sunlight lamplight.

    Donovan had started following Ingrid in before he turned away.

    “Won’t say no to a flashlight,” he said. He didn’t really need one with the power of Ulf but a free flash light was a free flashlight. And there were vests and hard hats too! The Wizened gathered up a set and started putting on the wearables. As he did, he wondered what shadows she had spoken to to get find out about this place.

    By the time he’d finished the vest already had dirt stains and the helmet had somehow had a couple sticks sticking to it.

    “So, go in, check out if its safe, if there are any homeless or hobs squatin’, and come back. Don’t sound too hard.” He walked over to the entryway and put a hand on the lintle as if to orient himself to the slightly sideways nature of the stairwell.

    “Y’all comin’?” he asked before disappearing down the rabbit hole.
    Wizened Woodwalker; Mantle: feel the sun beating down
    Defense: 2, Armor: 0, Speed:10

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