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The Guardian shoots a look of irritation at Galatea, "we're in public", before unweaving the crimson glyph orbiting around his pattern.
He draws a torch from his pocket and after a short incantation, he's ready to shed a floodlight upon the entrance.
He enters cautiously, looking around.
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Date Action Roll Result 2019-03-18 14:58:25 Winter rolls 6 to Perception (10 Again) 2, 1, 9, 1, 4, 5 1 success
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Galatea shrugged
"There's no one around, four random people in the back of a house is suspicious enough, and we've been talking shop the whole time. If anyone or anything were listening in, they'd already be more than suspicious."
The Thyrsus nodded towards the perceptive one
"Not a sound in sight, right? Whatever someone did to this place, it's clear several variants of life are being driven away from it. I spoke to several lovely animals on the way here (yes, when no one was looking. What's so weird about a purring or chittering woman, anyways?), and yet can't spot even a squirrel now. While you spend time hovering over the door like a not-suspicious person, it would be useful to theorize and prepare for whatever lies beyond it. We're going in blind enough as is."
Galatea continued to thumb through the graphic novel on her phone, never looking up
"Anyone know what all it would take to cause such an effect over such a distance? Life could be used to control some beings, but it's rarely this refined by itself."
Lacking any official training in magical schools, Galatea's knowledge was limited to her fantasy novels, random snippets from mages, and her own capabilities.
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At the working and the door opening on its own Langdon takes a look at his fellow mages then around. "Ya...that's not creepy at all." Nope that's how horror movies start. Or by smoke from a burning building...life is weird. The Moros nods in agreement with Abacus and watches as Winter begins to enter the stairwell of wrong materials.
"I haven't even heard an animal. I worried its more than just, there's no one around." Though Langdon isn't defending Galatea, but agreeing with her partially. This is weird and not the good weird. "Distance is relative after a point. It would take a separate event but it could be possible to set up a combination working to drive away all lower lifeforms as well. That or some combination of the more fluid workings. Besides with the strength of that door, I'm not sure we want to discount simple things on a much higher power scale."
Langdon waits for Winter to enter the stairwell fully before following the Guardian. This doesn't feel right but he can't let Winter get first dips on everything in there.
The stairwell looked like it came right out of an Arthurian legend. As the light from Winter's phone shined down it seemed as if the stairs went on forever and forever, but as the glyph changed and transformed the light it cast further and further down, revealing the cold stone floor at the bottom.
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"Something is here. The door wouldn't have been spruced up as much as it was if the former tenants were just cleaning house, assuming they left. The shape is now visible to us. We're variables now. Whatever work was done however long before we arrived to keep this place hidden is irrelevant."
"Can you pack a punch as much as you can keep a secret?" He called to the Guardian, giving a sidelong glance to Langdon. He wanted an answer from both of them.
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Galatea raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. Yeah, her "moving home" theory got a bit stronger... She doubted this was a normal part of the foundation. She gave a slight chuckle at Abacus' comments, clenching her fists and moving to take point close to the torch-bearer
"You can leave the punching to me at first. If the threat is so serious that everyone has to take up arms, something's gone terribly wrong..."
The phone was put away, as the Arrow prepared to descend. She wouldn't shift just yet- wait until they were down the stairs, first. Or if the light became too dim.
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Holy shit, wasn't this Delta team manned by Captains Obvious. The Guardian rolls his eyes, "No shit Sherlock", he mutters under his breath before stepping forward and on the stairs.
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As the first foot reaches the first step, lights illuminate, starting from the top of the stairs all the way down to the very bottom. Should they enter further they would find at the very bottom of the stairs a circular room with three sturdy metal doors: one straight ahead, and two on either side of the mages. On each of the doors, starting from their left, was a golden number from one to three. The floor matched the walls of the stairway perfectly, a reminder that wherever they were, something unnatural was going on. But there was something else in the room with them as well.
Once they took that final step into the room at the end of the stairs, when the lights turned on, they noticed a tall man with glasses in a black suit standing in the center of the room. Resting on his face was a smile, friendly and welcoming, but there was something off about him; something uncanny. "Ah, helloooooo. We haven't received visitors in a while. I mean, I say a while but it's really been many, many years. Probably too many years actually. I was starting to wonder if anyone was ever going to come visit us again but no need to worry about that now because here you are, our guests! Who are here right now! So, what brings you to Master Donovan's Sanctum, dear guests?"
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"Only if you aren't alive or Fated and alive." Is Langdon's morose response to Abacus. No, Matter works just fine when things are Fated together. Horrifically fine. As Galatea follows up Langdon nods towards her with emphasis. "I like that plan." Then is silent as Winter throws shade.
Eyes track the walls and the stairs and the stairs as Langdon follows Winter onto the stairs. At the bottom the Moros stops and looks at the man. Then at Winter and Abacus and Galatea.
Then back at the not man and the doors....is this a fun house?
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The Guardian stares at the man, intent on reading his aura. He's got an hypothesis, hopefully it will pass the test of his vision. "Back", it's all he says.
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