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All she can do is listen to what Winter was saying. But Vauban made a great point, they needed to be careful with whatever was said.
Yelp reviews? Then the bugs, there were defiantly bugs.
Bring lye? Did she overlook something in the bathroom? She must have.
Deciding to let Winter talk with whoever was on the phone, there was a shrug as she peeks again at the bathroom.
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The Wise are focused, the Abyss has poisoned this place, two o their number have not returned from the room, and the keening wails turned sobs.
As they cast, and speak and comb through 1408, they hear the tell tale ding of the elevator arriving.
"All thrones are false," the woman agreed, conviction ringing as strongly in her voice as the sound of steel striking stone.
"Except for one. There is one throne that isn't false. You know of what I speak. You will see it in the recording that I left you. Evidence. Proof. Call it what you will, but you will see. I tried to kill her. I did kill her. But she is not dead. She is what we have been waiting for, all this time. The reign of the seers is at an end. All of their servants, unwitting or no, will fall."
The words resounded like that of an omen as more sounds began to flood out from the hallway. Stomping feet. The thud of bodies against the walls...
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"Oh", he cocked a dubious brow. For every magus lost to an alleged messianic savior, there was supposed to be another playing devil's advocate. Those were the rules mysterious woman and himself would be bound to today.
Still, he couldn't hide the faint trace of enthusiasm, of longing even, from his voice. If that was the case, he'd need to investigate and get the other awakened out of the room, in no particular order. "Hold on in line, I'll check that out", he dropped the handset and swiftly moved toward the corner of the room, an imago dancing at the rhythm of a whispered litany.
A finger traces the contour of a plastic polygon, and with a touch, the heigthened perception of the supernal, the chamber and the noisy corridor make room for the contents of a digital drive.
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Bugs? Vauban looked over to where Winter was making his gesture and feelings about the situation known and frowned. Someone was playing with them.
While Aurora looked again at the bathroom and Winter continued to talk to what he assumed was one of the mystery women on the other end, Vaubans attention was drawn by the sounds outside. Already he was starting to feel simultaneously worse and better about the whole thing.
Bracing himself, he moved over to the door and opened it a crack to see what was beyond. He positioned his body and knee just in case he needed to slam the thing shut. And kept that way.
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Anyone who succeeded their checks has noticed the cameras. Additionally, the contents of the USB is a singular video file: http://nwod.org/forum/showthread.php?37978-En-Pointe
However, the sounds from the Hallway grew louder, as voices began to murmur, a harsh susurrus building as humanity filled the spaces between the walls...
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Giving up on the bathroom, she pokes her head back out. Just in time to see Winter doing something with some magic, and Vauban heading towards the door.
But what concerned her most was the sounds coming from the hallway.
Her face gives away her concern as she looks from Winter to Vauban, who, with the door slightly open, would know better what was making the sounds.
Whatever it was, considering the conversation Winter is having, and whatever went down in the room, shit was about to hit the fan. And they were down two mages right now.
Inching a little bit closer to Vauban, she whispers, "What's going on out there?"
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His posture stiffened. The recording raised more questions than answers, but as far as the rules of evidence were concerned... zilch. A credible horror flick perhaps, but in no way it could have passed the smell test for supernal Messiahs, of the latter the proof was tentative at best. Sure, somebody eating that much lead and steel and coming back to the living like nothing was... whom was he trying to kid? That stuff required all of his attention.
He tried to steel his resolve and barely succeded, the signs of paradox abounded, the clues led to a single logical conclusion, yet, fighting against his better judgement and his intuition, he reserved his decision until more data was collected. If the woman on the phone was like him, then she had her reasons. Andhopefullywhat if she was right?
She could be a liar, or just crazy but hope...
His companions had rushed to the door, the mounting tide of thuds coming from the hallway provided another incentive to play along, one that was hard to ignore. If "the voice" had anything to do with that, then playing sceptic and antagonizing her would have only served to hurt their position. He pocketed the USB stick and then lept for the phone.
"Photogenic ladies... nice guns", he searched for another exit to no avail, they needed to get out, "I'm putting you on air... we have some guests", he raised his index finger to his lips in a silencing gesture only for the cameras to see.
A nimble finger flipped the switch "Why the recordings? Tell me about her". He joined Aurora and Vau who could now join the conversation.
"Her name is Shrike. She's from NYC. Family of Proximii. Old. One of them Awakened, but woke up wrong. Summoned something from Beyond and it rode Shrike like a meat puppet. Thing is, she fought it off. Awoke and killed the thing. This was the first omen, though no one saw it at the time. Instead, they placed me to watch her. To kill her, if the Thing from the Abyss wasn't really gone. The cameras were there in case I slipped up and It got the better of me. But instead, something miraculous happened. I killed her and she came back, because she's supposed to be here. She's the One. The mess at the Hotel, that's just her coming into her own, cleansing the taint of the Seers," the Voice on the phone told him, reverence echoing up through the digital expanse that separated her lips from his ear.
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