Plot: Squeaky Choir: Sewage District

[Winter]

Winter's forehead creases into a frown as he hears the cries for help. His eyes flicker to the rest of the group, likely echoing within himself the same debate which rages within the rest of the band. Guilt and empathy tug at his conscience, but the risks cannot be ignored.
"Time is not on our side," he murmurs, "Their condition is deteriorating rapidly, but if we interfere we risk never getting to the bottom of it", he pauses, "and in that case we'd be risking the lives of many to save a single one"
He turns his attention back to the worker, "Let's see what we can gather form here. If it's something we can cure or undo"

Can we scrutinize the worker from here?

Equipment

Wedding band, moleskine notebook + pencils, black stones catholic rosary, brass knuckles, Kevlar vest (thin), Wallet, iPhone, flashlight

Spells

Supernal Vision with Mind 1 [pot 1], Forces Armor [pot 1]

Stats

Health: 8
Mana: 10
WP: 2 (5)
Armor: 3 (1 from Equipment|2 vs Firearms - Lethal to Bashing)
Defense: 3
Active Spells: 2
Personal Spells: 2
Vulgar Spells: 0

[Corn]

Aaron's warning and then the scream got through to Corn and he was ready to dart... and then Winter 's warnings cut through him like a knife, sapping his early decision to simply rush there.
For a moment he practically hovers, between the human instinct of compassion to someone dying and the need to stay put - as it is very little he could do in any case. "We should call an ambulance, at least." he says towards Winter and Philip .
"And we should be closer to get a 'read' on the rat that will soon crawl out of this hapless, doomed man." Theoretically, it would be to their benefit if they caught whatever clawed out of the man alive. Corn had very little patience for monsters that eat people inside out though; Teratology was a different Mystagogue's call, not his.
He throws a look to Winter and says "I will move to get better view of the situation, unless you guys see a reason not to."

If nobody says otherwise, Corn would move towards the source of the screams, one hand going to his pistol, although he doesn't pull it out yet.

spells and effects

[2] Grim sight
[2] Matter armor


Armor 5
Spells active: 2/8
Spell Tolerance: 2/3
Vulgar spells: 0
Mana: 9





Equipment:


Small backpack and pockets:
The aforementioned Small backpack
Cellphone
Lead Medallion (dedicated Tool)
Wallet, includes his ID, credit cards, some cash
His cross and his wedding ring
A bottle of water and a candy-bar
pack of hankerchiefs
pack of gum
Flashlight
ziplock bags
strong Duct-tape
Swiss knife
pistol

[Salem]

Salem's head turns towards the hand he feels on his shoulder, his gaze elsewhere. He watches, secret witness to what the man is going through as his coworker and possible friend watches on, helpless. His ears hear the screams that match what his gaze is telling him. His ears also allow him to hear the warnings and advice of his fellow mages and he gives a small nod of agreement after a moment. "I know.. It's too late to truly help him. It's just.. rough.. seeing it and not being able to help."

He's silent for a moment. "The screams are probably going to attract attention to that area. I don't know if we can get closer, but I might be able to let you three look around like I am, if you want to try. It's sort of like looking through the lens of a drone that you can move around..." he says, his voice a soft whisper, loud enough for the three mages to hear but not letting it carry.

Equipment

Wallet, Keys, Smartphone (Dedicated Tool), Pepper Spray, Leather Jacket, Backpack (containing: Duct Tape, Flashlight Baton, Multi-tool)

Spells

Untouchable [pot4]
Night Sight [pot2]
Omnivision [pot2]
Angle Vision [pot2]

Stats

Health:

Mana: 5
Willpower: 3 (6)
Armor: 1/0
Defense: 5 (also vs Firearms)
Active Spells: 4
Personal Spells: 4
Vulgar Spells: 0

[ReubanBrightwood]

Philip makes the cold but practical decision to keep his head and let events play out because ultimately information is power and if Salem can see how this works then all the better if rather horrific.

Winter seconding the needed for self control and resistant will need to find a way to see around the corner that obscures the smokers if he wants to glean anymore from the developing situation after all the only reason Salem can inform him of the play by play is thanks to his creative uses of covert will working.

How is Corn approaching? Is he climbing the fence? cutting through it? going for the vehicle entrance by the guard station? using magic in some way? Hand on gun is all well and good but that won't solve any of the immediate obstacles minor as they are that present feeble physical or social barriers to his gaining entry.

Salem maintains the vigil of what might be this mans last moments the convulsions rip through his entire body a full blown fit as blood and froth blossom from his lips the head jerks back at a sickening angle as something bulges in his throat, his co worker his backing up faster now still calling for help fumbling with a phone but panic is setting in.

The guard house by the vehicle entrance now lit by the floodlights of the complex is visible to all mages and a door in the back open as a guard in uniform with flashlight and walkie talkie in hand moves at a brisk jog out towards the screams. The same one who had just finished patrol.