Emily chews a nail as she drives her VW bug along the road. She can hear something rattling - she's going to need to check the engine again. She can smell the hot plastic scent that she knows will become smoke if she doesn't do some more maintenance on the 'temporary' car she's kept running for years. Just until I can get the Mustang together, which at this rate might be when I'm forty... she sighs.
Pulling up to the house she grabs her bag and hitches it on one shoulder. The Ithaeur can see the newish-looking porch attached to an older building, with Tristan waiting on the porch. Anyone else, Emily might have said might say relaxed, but the Beta definately looked like he was waiting. She'd only met him once, but he just looked so serious. It was off-putting. Still. Better to try and heal that rift now than let it fester.
The Crescent walks slowly up to the porch, glancing across the Gauntlet around the plot of land.
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Roll |
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Result |
2018-07-04 03:37:26 |
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Emily rolls 5 to 2 world eyes: Wits 2 + Occult 2 + Wisdom 1 (10 Again) |
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8, 2, 1, 6, 2 |
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1 success |
"Hey," Emily greets the Beta, mismatched eyes sparkling. "Nice place. I'd prefer a something a little more central myself, but it's certainly big enough...." She trails off and shrugs. "So, uh, is this like a social call, or business?" the Ithaeur asks tentatively, and leans semi-casually against one of the beams. Her purply spirit-seeing eye fades back to blue-grey.
Glancing into the Spirit is kind of an instinct for Emily. You don't have to describe if you don't need, and I'll assume something similar-ish to the surrounds given the length of time the house has been.