Rhodes presses on behind Lucifer, moving as softly as he can.
1 success
Rhodes presses on behind Lucifer, moving as softly as he can.
1 success
Feathers rustle with excitement. Glassy eyes watch as the group slips in before her.
She-Who-Stalks didn't like that. Not at all. Nonetheless, she swallowed back a growl. Now was not the time to dominate the whelps.
The quarry would still be her's to rend... and so the Stalker moved in behind them, her body twitching with bloodthirsty need.
1 sux to Stealth
Since I was going to help with this plot anyway! I figure since Trav is out for a bit I can hopefully keep the plot going!
The Lost enter the unassuming suburban house from the back entrance. It leads into the kitchen, blinds are half drawn, allowing for moonlight to spill into the kitchen.
They find an open grade school science book on the table, with a half completed assignment tucked between the pages. A pile of construction paper, filled with macaroni and glitter.
Dishes in the sink with the remnants of last night's dinner still clinging to them.
Light flickers from beyond the kitchen a low drone of the TV playing accompanied by the low humming snores of someone.
Billy bites his lip and points towards the stairs.
I need Stealth from Lucifer !
It seemed like every step Lucifer took was greeted with the creak of a board, and her breath sounded loud in her ears. Hopefully, Billy would make enough noise that it wouldn't matter.
failure
Rhodes winches under his mask, bites down on his frustration. For one so demure of appearance, it seems Lucifer has something to learn about being light on her feet...
Following Billy's signed instruction, he starts toward the staircase and begins to make his way up.
The Stalker's feathers puffed in anger, glaring at Lucifer, who was still in front of her with an unblinking stare of anger. The Beauty was putting the Hunt in jeopardy and it took all the Beast had not to try and push her aside. Nonetheless, She-Who-Stalks followed behind, slinking up the steps after her comrades.
The Prey still slumbers. They might not stir.
The savage reassurrance sated the Stalker for now.
The Lost can hear a body moving in the room beyond. Voice mumbling, but indistinguishable from the low hum of the TV. There is a bout of flatulence, but snoring does not cease, and there is no other sound of feet on the creaking floor, baring that of the Morning Star.
Billy leads then up. Slowly, hesitantly. His heart thundering as the volcanic rock and coals smoulder, wafting up and away from him.
As the reach the second floor landing, Billy points left down the hall, and mouths "Mom." he points to the door directly in front of them, "Bathroom" and then his head turns right.
Down the hall is two doors, leading to two different children's bedrooms. The door on the right wall is ajar. To that door Billy nods, conflict colouring his fiery face. His room. His old room.
Rhodes moves quietly onto the landing, slowly drawing the knife. He gestures for Freya to take the lead, pulling in close to the side of the landing.
Gentle bump! What do people want to do with this? Shall we just close it off and start fresh, or wrap it up quickly?
Stray Freya Travisc06489
Bear with me. It would be cleaner to finish this up here, considering they've already entered the house. Unless the characters feel the need to call off the attack.