(Loyalty Is,) El Rancho Motel

[Saber Sloth]

Please give me a Wits + Subterfuge to whisper Xadun Rhodes

[Rhodes]

2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-11-18 14:39:41		Rhodes rolls 7 to Keeping voice low: Wits+Subterfuge (10 Again)		5, 8, 6, 9, 5, 5, 2		2 successes

Roll for above.

[Saber Sloth]

Rhodes' whisper curls through the air, heading only for his lady love. The shadow man, inside the room they'd just left, closes the door.
Circe skids around the corner, coming from deeper in the motel, and as the Lost find each other again a shrill shriek pierces the air. Ringing and reverberating throughout the building.

The fire alarm.

The door behind them opens, the shadow man, reappears, cursing, glaring at the Lost.

[Circe]

"Hey," then the alarms make her ears fold back because ouch before her Mantle flares out as she roars out while looking at the ceiling, "Mi stai prendendo per il culo ?!"

Circe looks at Rhodes and Seraphina, "Know what? Fanculo. Let's scram." she jerks her thumb the way she came, "Talk when we ain't burning alive." The elfin Fairest, entirely ignorant of the shadow man's identity, turns to this intruder. And blinks crimson eyes in surprise at another Changeling, "Huh? Questo corridoio θ un fottuto magent per noi perso o qualcosa del genere? Buddy? Unless yer crazy fireproof think ya should scram too."

[Seraphina]

Sapphires watch the man, making sure he truly left. Something about him made her edgy.

But with the gesture from Rhodes, she follows, stealing a glance over her shoulder as she does. At the mention of bad news, her attention became solely on the Dread Lord.

Bad news? And he was whispering. That was never good.

But his words. Abraham was dead. Her hand tightens, then goes slack as she appears to space out. Bright sapphires taking on a deeper blue color.

Her mind goes blank for a second. Abraham was a Spring, a great Spring, and they were just starting to be able to work together.

A deep shaky breath was taken, and she moves forward, this was not the place. She nods, her voice soft, distant, “Yes, return the keys.” Needed to return the keys. Get out of here. Find Circe. Deal with the loss later. Move forward. Drop off keys. This was repeated over and over in her head, eyes fixed straight ahead.

She barely realizes Circe is there before the loud, shrill of the fire alarm seems to snap her back to the here and now.

Then the words of the Elf register and she is moving again, stealing a look at the guy, matching his look with one of her own. The idea of cursing him right on the spot brings a twisted smile to her face, but she turns away. Following Rhodes and Circe.

[Saber Sloth]

The shrinking ring-ringing, echoing, bouncing off the walls piercing and slicing through the Lost's concentration. The ringing sending adrenaline through their veins. Obnoxiously loud, the belting they knew means one thing and they know they need to leave, lest the smoke suffocate them, lest their skin slowly cooks, fat bubbling, bones charring....

....if they look over their shoulders. Behind them, towards the Shadow Man, they'll see him not following them out of the motel, towards the lobby, but further into the possibility of burning.


Sera and Rhodes meet the panicked face of Shelly - the women with too much makeup and acrylic nails standing, outside. She seems very shocked to see them. More shocked to see a third. They give her the key to Room 12, the room where Jimmy Lloyd, the husband to the Wizened women who had sent them here, had gone missing - been taken, by the Shadow Man, whose face was still bruised by the mortal's defense, and refusal to be stolen away.

Rhodes had a bottle of...something, a hero had fallen, the remaining Lost were alive, perhaps even hale and whole. Though they had, much, to discuss.

Plumbing from an open window in the back of the motel was a gout of smoke and licking flames.

End Scene.