(Dry Hallow) Empty Shop

[Pixel]

...Okay...

Pixel blinked for a moment and silently pondered why the Sentinel would make a copy of her clothes but not the woman wearing them. Maybe Winter was trying to spare him casting directly on her to avoid her attacking him, or maybe he just hadn't learned how easy it is to change clothes with a fluid enough definition of 'ownership'. To be fair though, you don't run down clothes that far and still wear them if you aren't going for a look. Besides, human means Pixel is back in familiar territory.

With a shrug of ambivalence he begins to chant. Golden glyphs begin to trace into the air, accented by the grey Space magic that puffed out like smoke from an overheating engine. With the vulgar cast his nimbus flared, causing the objects in his vicinity to lose their definition momentarily. Patterns on clothing blurred, the pavement took on a single texture that seemed to override any cracks and grime, the street lights on the street became sharp polygons, and the world in general just seemed to struggle to render. Not everything was affected though, and it created a hodgepodge of what was clearly 'real' and what was now trying it's best to re-render back into the world.

He tries his best to find the coat, an article of clothing so raddy looking it was beyond a doubt a willful addition to her wardrobe and one she would likely keep on her.

  1 or no successes depending on if the phantasm counts as an encountered or described connection

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-01-19 16:10:37		Pixel rolls 11 to Imp Finder (Space+Gno+HS) (10 Again, WillPower)		10, 7, 8, 10, 10, 5, 8, 4, 4, 2, 2, 8, 4, 1		6 successes
2020-01-19 16:05:52		Pixel rolls 1 to Paradox (Base-Disciple-Mana1) (Suxx as backlash) (10 Again, Chance)		2		failure

[Pixel]

Forgotten book keeping.

[Yumyumcrow]

<I sensed nothing. The Essence I draw from filled this place the last time I feasted. I gave rest to a pale, thin, human. I would remember: the human was hairless. It was amusing. They did not rest but I feasted greatly from their peace>

The spirit paused to speak with Anima one last time before it drifted away into the misty depths of the Shadow Realm. The Shaman was left quite alone in the ruined shop and returned to the others.

Pixel discovers that sometimes, magic just works. Awareness dawns suddenly - a feeling pulsing to the south, deeper into the district of old warehouses and light industrial lots. The Warlock knows the connection is not strong by any means, but it is enough. He has forged a sympathetic connection to the clothing, if not the person who wore it.

Between the Warlock and the Enchanter they have two leads that point in exactly the same direction. Too far to walk. Close enough for a short trip in a car.

[Pixel]

Eyes drift to Abacus.

"Deeper that way?"

A finger points in the direction the Enchanter had been wandering.

"I got a bead on the clothes but we need to move fast before I lose it."

He turns his attention to the Shaman.

​"You coming?"

[Winter]

+1 for Teamwork, who could have thought that a bunch of misfits would work well together. The kid especially was alright, and he was quiet, a huge plus.
His eyes dart from one corner to another, seeking threats.
The pieces were slowly coming together.
"Get back", he orders the Acanthus, "You in the back", he says waving two fingers at the shaman. From now on, the area was to be considered a battlefield.

  4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-01-25 14:51:30		Winter rolls 6 to Perception (10 Again)		4, 10, 8, 9, 1, 8, 5		4 successes

[Yumyumcrow]

Winter flips into the zone, eyes scouring the empty street for danger. There is none - even without a Hallow conditioning the local resonance, the spot is still a quiet street with strong looking, overlooked, buildings. Nothing stands out as a threat and there is no one else on the street except for the mages.

I am looking to wrap up this scene. Is there anything anyone wishes to do before we move on?

[Winter]

good to go

[Abacus]

"Let slip the dogs of war."

The Enchanter muttered under his breath, positioning himself in the marching order. He sounded like an Arrow. But he maintained his dignity with a little bit of Shakespeare. He felt better.

"Don't cry havoc unless you have to."


​

All good here!

[Pixel]

Not having been ordered to the back, Pixel is content to move forward.

"This way!"

He darts towards the clothes.

Good to move forward!

[Anima]

Anima falls into the rear without further direction.

"Had the most interesting conversation. We should keep an eye out for a completely hairless man as well."

Close it on up!