(Dry Hallow) End of Line

[Anima]

This is taking too long for the Shaman, curiosity is getting the better of him. Something or someone is twitching under a blanket inside, but there might be more to be found out here. At the risk of earning the Guardian's ire he scrambles out of the bin and checks the contents of the rest of the cluster before climbing back into the big dumpster where the Wise are huddled. Oh, the places you will go...

[Winter]

First, he checks again that nobody is around to watch what he's going to do next. Then he steps inside the bin, after having exchanged a knowing look with his peers, he points a finger upwards and begins chanting.
His sight slowly comes back to normal - the sparks of electricity and heat dismissed - as his hand clings to the rosary attached to the small ceremonial blade in his pocket. A will honed by his craft, too powerful to be contained by the chains of the Lie. Drawing directly from the strength of the Aether, he decides to lift the bin to the window.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-22 14:04:49		winter rolls 6 to perception (10 Again)		4, 8, 4, 10, 1, 6, 2		2 successes

  Dramatic Failure!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-22 16:53:49		Winter rolls 1 to Dox (chance, Tool, Rote, 3dots) (10 Again, Chance)		1		Dramatic Failure!

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-22 16:56:30		Winter rolls 6 to Telekinesis rote + HS [-7 for str, successes devoted to STR] (10 Again, WillPower)		9, 6, 2, 7, 6, 6		1 success

Going by the lifting chart, 8STR is enough to lift 1000lbs = 453 Kilograms, should be enough to lift the bin with the four of them. The bin should be smaller than size 20, so it's likely okay in that department. Read Matrices dismissed

3 mana, 3 WP remain

[Yumyumcrow]

With a shudder and a low moan of metal, the bin lurches into the air.

It won't stay there, hanging in the air by the broken window, for very long. But it will be enough time if everyone quickly scrambles to safety.

Telekinesis is an Instant spell but it makes narrative sense for it to hold slightly longer for narrative purposes.

[Pixel]

Pixel watches with joy as the Guardian casts a vulgar spell. This right here? Proof that Pixel can Portal all he wants as long as no one sees. Go team!

As the bin rises up to the window Pixel waits before scrambling out and through the window. He quickly looks around before starting to move towards the blanket.

"This way." He whispers before leading the others to the door of the office.

[Anima]

Not wishing to cause any further strain on the guardian, the shaman follows out after Pixel during that moment of weightlessness before the inevitable fall. With all the vulgarity being thrown around by the Guardian he starts to contemplate all the possibilities of the next few moments. Maybe he'll summon a spiritual stallion to ferry him out of this place if things go poorly. Or even awaken the spirit of the building itself to help them against whatever terrible creature could be twitching under that blanket. Does he really need to see the Pulse of the World among his brethren, how confident is he that only his companions and this other being are the only consciousnesses in the building? The strain is weighing, he reaches out with is mind and see's if the blanket monster has consciousness or if something else might be laying in wait.

[Winter]

It's taken its toll, but it certainly did the jobGuardians are not against employing magic, they're against the misuse of it, big difference.
When all is said and done, they gained access to the building without splitting, just by following the path of least resistance. The Obrimos tails the group, first he makes sure to lower the bin to the ground making as little noise as possible, then he steps inside.
He looks around, scanning for threats as he moves as quietly as possible. He clings to the shadows, hugging the walls, shying away from the eyes of potential cameras.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-23 15:21:36		Winter rolls 6 to Perception (10 Again)		9, 2, 7, 6, 10, 1, 10, 7		3 successes

  4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-23 15:22:44		Winter rolls 5 to stealth (10 Again)		6, 10, 10, 2, 5, 8, 8		4 successes

[Abacus]

He never thought he'd see the day: a Guardian casting a vulgarity. He supposed he was wrong about the man. He wasn't as anally retentive as he initially believed. In light of this positively riveting revelation, Abacus absconds into the building through the window.

[Yumyumcrow]

Four mages pile through a broken window into a warehouse.
Winter moves last and hangs back, battling with his failing spell to ensure the bin drops by stages, rather than simply plummets back to the ground. The weak ambient light catches a sheen of sweat on the face of the Mighty.

Unseen senses tingle and flare: the building seems to shake. Sections of pitted wall randomly repaint themselves and then fade back into their current state of neglect. At one point a bright fresh door fills the office doorway - for a scintillating moment - and then is gone.

A strangled cry comes from the room.

The mages fan out along the mezzanine and slowly regroup near the office to which Pixel leads them.

The twisted blanket has been flung across the room. From the sounds emanating from the space, someone is violently retching.
Anima at last senses another presence besides their own: a standard baseline human intelligence.

[Pixel]

"In here!"

The Warlock scurried forth, only to be immediately stopped by the sound of vomiting. You what nobody except Daniel Tosh likes? Vomit. It's gross. Still, the stop had to stay a pause as someone was in need. Pixel forced himself to take a breathe and entered the room, not really wanting to go first but recognizing that he was being followed by all.

"Are you okay?"

[Anima]

The Shaman sighs, "Nobody here but us normal everyday people."

Pixel leads the charge into the room, but the doctor follows behind his head nurse.

He releases his mindful awareness and the bodily control as he walks in. Examining the sick human with his sight he can see into the poor wretches body, his pulse, curious to what ails them.