Con Spells Cloaked
Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
Pixel doesn't waste time moving towards the building. Standing in the middle of a lot was a good way to get spotted so he was quick to get up close to the building.
"We need to get to that corner." He points and whispers as he passes the others by. "I'm going to peak through the open window before we head in."
He looks up at the window he spotted earlier. His incognito effect is abandoned if it hadn't already broken when he spoke to Anima, and he sends his senses off like a drone into the broken window for a quick peak.
1 suxx perception, 2 suxx angle vision after forgotten Contagion, dropping incognito presence
Glass fragments littered the ground? The window was a point of egress rather than ingress?
Someone left. Who? Why?
Abacus had never tried looking back. The clock could spin as far as the loom of fate would allow.
He took one last survey of his surroundings, checking Pixel’s advance to do his own reconnaissance.
2 successes
He crouched near the dented bin, loomed over the broken glass.
He thought on Arcadia.
The Imago is rising sand; twisting. The dust of days past are swept along the Arcadian currents of Time to then solidify into moments that could be witnessed. Variables given shape and function. Alphanumeric flickers stitch together to form eloquent equations in the spaces between his fingers.
1 success
The temporal dive is shallow. He feels like he’s scraping at the murky bottom of a lake. But maybe that would be enough. He needed to know when this glass was whole, to see the moment of its shattering. He needed to put together the pieces of this scene. Before the inevitable leap.
A mystery! And this scooby gang seems oddly equipped for dealing with the forces at play. From his position he tries to put the pieces together mundanely, parsing out their meaning.
3 successes investigation skill
Three cluster in the shadows, while one clambers onto the bins and checks out the upper storey window (and what lay beyond).
Winter waits while the others do their work.
Abacus attempts to cast his spell... and finds his imago is apt: without a fixed time, the Enchanter has no centre point for the spell and it fizzles and flails in the watery depths of Time without purpose or success.
Pixel has far greater success. Bending space is easy for the Warlock, who warps the intersterces of the Fallen World to wrap his sight through the window. He finds a mezzanine level and off to the side a rank of empty office spaces.
The corner office is open. He can see a bag propped against the far wall and a portion of blanket on the floor, moving slightly as if someone laying on it (and hidden from view) has just had a particularly violent spasm.
Anima takes stock. The cut section of fence is not exactly new. Neither are the bins, though the tell-tale dents of the bin which Pixel climbs are. The glass spray is fresh but, like Winter, he finds the positioning all wrong - the window burst outward from inside which does not fit the rest of the evidence.
The perceptive Thyrsus also notes how most of the bins are clustered - out of the way - at the back of the lot where they are. Judging from the other warehouses, their bins are down the sides or clustered near the gate. Not so here. There is an impression of neglect and a suggestion of a diligent security (the camera at the front gate) but it is all false; the actual parking area by the warehouse's main doors are conspicuously clear.
@Hiver - Postcognition requires an actual time be selected for the spell to function. Without it, the spell fails.
"Someone's been living here."
He says just above a whisper. His eyes remain open but out of focus. Watching without seeming to see anything in his vicinity. They swiftly widen.
"Oh shit! Somethings wrong. Someone's in there." Urgency surges within his voice and his hands raise up as if he were going to reach out and touch something. "I only see their blanket but it keeps moving. Moving? Twitching."
His eyes come back into focus and he looks at Winter then the others.
"What do we do? Can someone boost me?"
Dropping Angle Vision.
He gauges his options. He's not going to send the kid inside alone, but neither they can alert whoever is inside of their presence. Jumping alone and opening the door from within seemed a wiser solution, but it had its risks.
"Alright, all of you, jump inside the bin. I'm going to give us a lift"
Get inside the bin?
Despite the thickening gravity of the situation, a laugh almost leaps out of him. He catches it, feigning a cough. He didn't take Winter to have a sense of humour that wasn't as dry a wit as Stygian bones. He slowly climbed into the bin. As he did so, the shadows seemed to slough off his body, dripping into the surrounding darkness like scuttling creatures.
"I hope you know what you're doing."
Dropping Shadow Sculpt
The Shaman is trying not to freak-the-phuq out, as he climbs into the bin. He wrestles with his pattern, juggling control of his spells and the situation is getting bothersome, but he's afraid to drop any of them until he knows what danger they face.
"What about looking inside those bins back there for clues? The false security and sense of abandonment is obviously meant to deter further investigation."
BUMP
Not sure if you need me to respond to anything just yet...
Pixel scurries into the bin, anxious to get up there and help.