(Fetch Hunt) Witching Hour

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The hour in question draws near. The Jones' house sits quietly on it's semi-gentrified street, a dark silhouette but for a single light shining above the garage door. Most of the other lights along their street are out by now, with only the occasional glare of a television screen and a single house with the porch light left on. There is little movement in the dark, save for the occasional cat scurrying past the dim street lights - one of the features apparently not improved upon yet. The locals would blame the city for that.

Lucifer, Rhodes, their new acquaintance Billy, and Freya intend to disturb this peaceful silence tonight. On their trip over, Billy explains the situation to @Ferya as best he can. Apparently a vile amalgam of flotsam, empowered by the otherworldly magic of the Fae, is masquerading as an innocent seven year old boy - putting Billy's 'older' sister in jeopardy. Billy was taken only recently by the mortal world's clock, but he's returned as a young man. His sister is 11. Billy had also described the location of his parents' spare key, as well as his intention to divert mom and dad's attention while the others did the dirty work. It's a night for vengeance; a wrong must be righted.

Include equipment on your intro posts please!

[Lucifer]

Pepper Spray x5, Kitchen knife, 3 black scarves (to wrap around faces), black track suit, purse, a metric ton of adrenaline

Luci was trembling as she waited for the van to pull up. She'd told Freya to meet her, Rhodes, and Billy a few blocks down, eager to step inside and cover her face and get this ghastly ordeal over with. Images straight from a Chucky movie flashed through her minds eye. Would they arrive too late? Would they find the family slaughtered, the stove leaking gas into the house?

Or, worse yet, would they arrive to find everyone gone? Would there be nothing but leaves and clover dust in the air, the only hint of the Gentry and the family that they'd claimed forever more? Or would it be them that the Gentry came for, waiting for them in the Hedge as soon as they dragged the little fetch through...

Thank the thorns she'd thought to go to the bathroom before leaving.

[Rhodes]

3 kitchen knives wrapped in a cloth, a cellphone, $26, improvised lockpicks (paperclips/bank cards/hairgrips, no bonuses), black turtleneck and pants, leather gloves, Hedgespun coat (+1 def, Persuade spec (making speeches)), hip-flask of liquid courage (top-shelf whiskey, 3/4 full)

Rhodes moved through the urban shadows. He felt comfortable there. No verdant gardens. No towering shrubs for the Fae to emerge from. No glaring sun to deceive the pale, stalking forms of the Gentry that sought out their changeling "entertainment" in the Eternal Garden.

Ophelia....

A strike tonight was a strike against Keepers everywhere. The Fairest felt the swirl of emotions surrounding the thoughts of his own. He could never remember very much. Only the name, and the feelings it invoked. A flash of white skin like his own, and black malicious eyes. The Fear. The rejection. The hatred. The embarassment. The reward. The pleasure. The Fear. The Fear. All over again.

Rhodes shook his head, setting his jaw. No. Cannot dwell on that tonight. Need focus. Emerging from a side street he headed up the block to the meeting place. Lucifer was already there. The Fairest contemplated circling around, giving her a scare, but the last thing they needed was internal suspicious, and he quashed the thought. He strolled casually up the block. "Lucifer," he said without preamble, by way of greeting. "Do you have everything you need?"

[Freya]

Black, longsleeved t-shirt. Dark grey tactical pants. Black Combat boots. Driving gloves. A black beanie. Leather jacket (reinforced clothing; rating 1/0)

Freya listens to Billy as the pair travel to the rendezvous Lucifer had told her to meet her at. She doesn't say a word during the journey, letting Billy share his tale as she focuses on the drive. Freya bears a tactical looking outfit, specially chosen for the evening. This silence continues until they stop to retrieve Luci and Rhodes. Freya crawls to the side door and opens it from the inside for the two Autumn-affiliated Lost before returning to the drivers seat.

The bird-woman stares at Billy for a long moment, her face a mixture of concern, quiet compassion, and purpose. After several long moments, she reaches one of her hands over to gently grasp one of his shoulders. "You've missed so much... but we will make this right. For you and your sister." After a gentle squeeze, she lets her gaze linger for onlu a moment longer before letting her hand release him and returning her gaze to the road. Once again silent, she waits for the two others to enter.

Freya wears a tactical looking outfit. Often, she wears most of the articles during her forays outdoors, but tonight they will serve her in a darker purpose. Tonight, there is blood on the wind. Her driving gloves have been on since she drove the van to retrieve Billy and her hair or, in the case of her Mien, her feathers is tucked into a dark beanie. The black long-sleeve t-shirt and deep slate gray tactical pants cover much of her remaining form. She does not carry any weapons.

For the Mother-That-Hunts does not need them.

[Lucifer]

Lucifer thrust out two black scarves, one to Rhodes, and one to Freya, the motion sudden and violent to mask the trembling in her limbs.

"Hide your faces. It's worse that we're seen as we are, than it is that we're seen at all. I'd rather flee from the Police than have my likeness drawn up by them."

So saying, Lucifer tied the scarf around her head and face, like a Shemagh. Though, tonight, it was not the sun she was keeping off of her face, but the prying eyes of the neighborhood, and those of the Gentry.

When it was done, she spoke again, though this time, the harsh edges of her tone was partially muffled bu the scarf.

"Billy will distract the parents. That leaves us to deal with the Fetch. If we drag the Fetch into the Hedge, we'll be safe from the authorities. However, we don't know what will be waiting over there. There could be an army of loyalists, or something even worse, and we'd never know. I suggest we kill it here, and flee here, unless the Police show up. Then, the Hedge is our only option."

[Rhodes]

Rhodes takes the scarf gratefully, and wraps it around his head. In return, he pulls the knives out of his pocket. "If either of you are unarmed, I recommend altering that now. We need to be ready. Although," he looks at Freya's talons, "I think you may not need a weapon, hmm?"

He nods with Lucifer. "Agreed. The Hedge should be a last resort. We do not know what will lie beyond the Hedge in a place a Fetch has made it's own. And I too have no desire for the Police to find us."

He looks to Freya. "Are we ready?"

[Freya]

After a final, caring glance to Billy. Freya turned her gaze forward, looking to the street for a long moment as she absently took the scarf from Lucifer. A sigh.

Then Freya closed her eyes, thinking back to the Durance. The thrill of the hunt and the great, primordial Wrath that ruled her being. She remembered the euphoria that rang through her form as she witnessed the grave terror of her quarry and the all-encompassing glory as she feasted upon their flesh alongside the Brood she protected. And then, 'Freya' gave a feral grin, memories calling to the darker instincts locked deep within her. The Cage was opened as she tossed aside her carefully constructed morals and restraint.

The Hunt begins.

Then, she opened her eyes. Feathers bristled in excitement as she regarded Rhodes' features, letting out a throaty coo. After a few long and tense moments, the Stalker produced a sound somewhere between a throaty growl and a giggle before giving a nigh-imperceptible nod.

The Clawed Mother stretched before placing the scarf over her face and slipping out into the night. Her body language was feral and impatient as she awaited her allies. Or were they Wards? Both?

[Lucifer]

Trembling, struggling to draw enough breath into her lungs, Lucifer followed after, a can of Pepper Spray in hand. Just what horror would be waiting for them in that room upstairs?