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O yes the cat...person. How is he so calm? Langdon shakes his head and hides a smile behind a yawn at Alastor's humor. Eyes track the Glyphs that forms to render the two Arrows mostly unnoticeable. Maybe Mind would be good to read up on sometime.
Langdon looks to Winter and Juris. "It alright if I take notes while we're talking or should I wait? I'm not sure if we have records of beings like these." And if everything works out he wont have to cart bodies back to be studied.
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Presence
Education
Occultation
"Sure, why not", the Guardian deadpans, "why not snap a picture or two for your catalog while you're at it. Maybe they'll agree to give you the whole safari show if you ask nicely", he glares at the Moros.
"Let's not give them more reasons to be suspicious. Commit the details to your mind and put them down once you're back home. IF we get back home". He was reminded of a war correspondent he had met on the field once upon a time.
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With a nod, Alastor tapped Winter on the shoulder and pointed in the correct direction before heading off in that way...
Let's advance the scene!
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Striking Looks
Presence
New Identity(Steven Chojun Trueheart)
Kaze stays in the middle of the 'pack', not wanting to test the limits of the Incognito Presence spell on him. Nonetheless, he is alert and looking around and listening.
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Alastor takes the lead as the group heads into the property. And they needed him, with his pin point accuracy, otherwise they would have been lost in a maze of rubbish, bricks, abandoned vehicles, and spindly, wild trees. The group that resided on the land had definitely decided to 'return to nature' - return marked by studious neglect rather than by managed design.
Of course, watchful Kaze ensures the party of Awakened do not run afoul of the nasty traps hidden in the undergrowth.
The caravan is partially screened by overgrown trestles but the scent of smoke and the sound of conversation is unmistakable. Wind chimes add a susurrus of sound. Neither the woman nor the lanky man have moved: they are still chugging beer and waiting for some food to cook on the open fire.
The woman turns toward the groups direction, her head tilting to one side as if she had been alerted to their presence somehow.
Sorry for the delay
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Taking point, the incognito Arrow led with his shotgun on its sling. If these beings had supernatural perceptive capabilities that would pierce magic, he didn't want to come across as immediately threatening, though the weapon was certainly quick to acquire if need be. It was uncanny how accurate the Space Adept was at finding this woman and her friend. The gemstones had done their work, and now he had what he needed to find her any time, any place, anywhere.
After all, Space was a Lie. Everywhere was one. Everything was connected.
Kaze's warnings were excellent, and he avoided the wicked traps, finding his way to the location. There they were, their beer in their hands, their food on the flame...
Alastor glanced to Juris , to Winter ; it was their time to do their business. Alastor had scrutiny to do, his squinting eyes reading the Pattern of the lanky fellow, drawing in whatever information he could about this being...
As they began to walk Juris spoke the words of power and called forth his skill in the Mind to prepare for his first impression. He had heard the plan, but no plan survives contact with the enemy, so he needed to be prepared for anything. As they came into view Juris saw Alastor's eyes move to him. He took a deep breath then stepped forward, his hands where the shifters could see them. He focused on the woman, since she noticed them first. "Hello, we come in peace. We don't want to fight, we just want to talk." He could feel he put everything into his attempt to persuade them to remain calm. He wanted things to start off on the right foot.
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Juris cast First Impression on himself, got 2 success, added them to his persuasion roll for everyone to Be Cool.
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Langdon merely nods at Winter's rebuke and remains quiet as the group makes their way towards the shifters..changers...thropes? What is the origin of lycanthrope anyway? Huh, the Guardian had a point.
As Alastor starts a longer stare that Langdon recognizes the Moros shifts and looks around the area. There were more right? Hopefully they aren't sneaking up.
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Striking Looks
Presence
New Identity(Steven Chojun Trueheart)
Kaze does his best to be casually relaxed, staying behind the taller Alastor and not trying to move to a position to get the best view, preferring instead that they don't get the best view of him.
Kaze keeps an all around awareness, as much to perceive anyone or anything not directly in front of them as to keep track of the ones in plain sight.
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Incognito Presence was a good choice. The woman's stare was hard and suspicious - yet her stare slid over Alastor and Kaze as if she did not recognise them from the debacle in the parking lot.
"This is private property," she said. Her voice was lacklustre and did not support the flat look she evinced.
The lanky man with his beak-like nose only stared and finished his drink.
"So? What do you want? I hope you ain't here because Sandra sent you. 'Cause then we'd get uncivil, like, no matter how you approach it. You're not Sandra's people, are you?"
Nevertheless, he back away slightly, into his caravan. Langdon and Kaze notice how he reaches for something behind the door.
Langdon and Kaze keep their eyes peeled. They are alone in their clearing around the caravan. There is no-one and nothing sneaking up behind them.
Alastor scrutinises the lanky fellow. He is a Shapeshifter and carries a family weak resonance of 'Traveller'. The Arrow notes the man's Signature and would recognise it again if he saw it.
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