(PrP) Bismark Revelations

[Sand]

Fingers extend, dipping into the area, feeling the pull of heat, the fluctuations in the gravity constant. A small smile played.

"I don't doubt it. Even without the magic aspect of whatever this is," a hand waves at the region, "Most living beings are sensitive to any variation in the constants of the worlds fields. Electro-magnetic, gravitational... and they are out of whack here. Just barely, but it's enough that I can sense it. They probably avoid the hell out of it."

A smirk of understanding. Swinging a sledge seemed cathartic. But Tuesday was working again, so wait for intel before donning a hard hat.

[Yumyumcrow]

At least the strange convergence doesn't pressage a dead zone. The spells - two of them; two perfect Imago unfurling like flowers, glyphs glowing with power in the murky light of the dungeon - go off without a problem.

For Tuesday, her Spirit Tongue is like experiencing a flare, or perhaps a sonar tinged with synthesia - a pulse that illuminates a misty, insubstantial parallel world for an instant. Lurking within that misty and mysteriously claustrophobic plane is a twisted torso of dust and metal chains. The image of this entity lasts long after the initial flash, like an unwholesome after image burned on her retinas. An image on she, with her vision blessed by her spell, can see.

It is edging closer.

<<Lost the path. Lost the path.>>

Aurora experiences her call as a strange inflection in her voice, a distortion in her ears, and the rush of blood to her head. Her blood, pounding like a jack hammer. The beat of her heart like a drum. Summoning. Calling. A feeling in her gut informs her, less than politely, that something is out there.

But she can't see it. Neither can Sand.

Given the glazed, dilated eyes, winking in Tuesday's face, it is only the witch who can see and hear what approaches.

[Tuesday]

Tuesday had a quip on her tongue but the uh. Torso-Spirit-thing that all but burned itself onto her retinas sole the sound from her.

"Ahhh...." floundering because she's not Aurora or Fisher. So it's not as intuitive but the unicorn has the gift of gab, "We can help you find the path." she announces to the Spirit of....something. And hopes she wasn't Alice in Wonderland. Rabbit hole'ing her and her cabal mates.

[Aurora]

There was an absent nod, she was sure what Sand said made sense. Electro-magnetic field and all that. The words sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place them right now.

“Avoiding things that are out of whack are always a good thing.” Unless you were Awakened, then you seemed drawn to those types of places. Or they found you, worked both ways.

The feelings that wash over were unnerving. Everything from the distortion to the rush of blood made her feel out of it.

Was it like this the last time she called out?

But that feeling, she tries to focus on it. There was something, but she can’t see anything. Not that she tried to really open her eyes to the Spirits. But there wasn’t a voice either.

Odd. And kinda weird.

Blinking, she looks to Tuesday.

Who she didn’t know could do Spirit. Well, file that one away to ask about later.

Eyes slightly widen, find the path? How could she hear it and Aurora couldn’t?

“Uh, sure. We can help find a path.” While she was a little unsure of what path they were looking for, she had to trust Tuesday on this one.

[Sand]

Deaf, dumb and blind.

Spins to find who Tuesday addressed, only finding Aurora.

"Path?" echoes the deaf, dumb and blind.

[Yumyumcrow]

The spirit or entity still seems more absorbed in the afterglow from Aurora's flare.

<<Lost the Path. Missed the Path. The Path we must walk. Fell into the twilight half realm. Find the others? How can you help?>>

The last is emphasised by a sudden turn as the spirit turns bodily to focus on Tuesday.

And just to make things even more complicated (I like doing that, have you noticed...) Can I ask for Perception checks (Wits + Composure) with a -3 penalty for Sand and Aurora . Tuesday is distracted (hur hur) and gets a -5 penalty instead.

[Sand]

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-12-28 07:00:26		Sand rolls 2 to Perception (Wits + Composure -3) (10 Again)		6, 7		failure

[Aurora]

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-12-28 19:10:07		Aurora rolls 2 to Perception(Wits+Comp)-3 (10 Again)		8, 6		1 success

[Tuesday]

...and Sand is lost. Awesome.

"Could you.." wiggles fingers for mojo, then points at Sand and gestures to her eyes then ears. "I would if I could." an apologetic look before her attention's drawn back to the chained torso....thing. Spirit.

Twilight was the ghosty place right? Pulled-oh! Aurora's mojo musta did the pulling. Right. Nodding. The Shaman could prolly send it back and it'd all be good. Cool.

"We can help you." reputation. Seemed like the Spirits thing. "But you need to answer our questions first." confidence is king....unless this gets them eaten. If that happens and is a thing she'd totally take the blame.

  2suxx to know stuff and a big fat 0 for perception

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-06-21 11:30:52		Seraphina rolls 3 to Spy John?(Wits+Comp)(-1 Clarity 5) (10 Again)		1, 2, 4		failure
2017-12-28 23:44:06		Tuesday rolls 3 to Buuuh-wha? (Wits 2 + Occult 1) (10 Again)		1, 10, 9, 4		2 successes

[Yumyumcrow]

Tuesday knows of Twilight.

The Twilight realm... Twilight. Twilight - the ephemeral state that was manifest within the material plane of the Fallen World. The space of ghosts, psychic projections, or spirits who have yet to physically manifest. It is not the Underworld, realm of the Dead. It is not the Shadow Realm, home of the Spirits.

This spirit had somehow breached the Gauntlet without knowing and wandered into Twilight. Only a few phenomena were capable of such a feat. None of them were good - A portal in Twilight or a partial rift in the Gauntlet, perhaps? Dangerous enough in the tight and labyrinthine sub-basement. A verge was also possible; an even worse prospect where the barriers between the Gauntlet, the ephemeral and the material winked out and allowed things to cross.

<<Speak questions. Hurry. Should not be here>>

The spirit intoned in a flat, expressionless, echo.

Tuesday is too engrossed in her thoughts and doubts to notice any thing else. Sand, too, is lost in her thoughts as she peers uselessly into the gloomy murk of the passageway.

Only Aurora notices the sudden sounds. Echoing sounds that are getting closer, gaining distinction. She can't make out words just yet but they are definitely human. Angry. Debating. Surly. And getting closer.

They had been promised time.

Had their time ran out? Had something happened? Whatever the case, they were no longer alone.