Mrs. Scotts arrives with Jayant at the boardinghouse. She looks for Stanton to show himself.
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Mrs. Scotts arrives with Jayant at the boardinghouse. She looks for Stanton to show himself.
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Jayant Nagaraj observes the shadows very closely, looking for anything untoward, his eyes becoming nothing more than black voids.
{1 Vitae to activate Night Sight}
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~Narration~
The boarding house is a very large Victorian style manor, with police tape and a couple of blockades down across the sidewalk to keep people out. It's set out of the road, away from other houses, but the entire block seems dark and foreboding, almost as if the light was sucked out of it.
Jason arrives, fashionably late as usual.
Approaching the pair, he speaks. "I don't know how all of you got this connected, I had to spend a little time finding out about this place first."
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Mrs. Scotts answers him curtly, his tardiness has been noted. "The sense of wanton destruction and massive power reminded me of how I found Icarus' apartment. At worst, we've excluded this as being his or their doing. Right now we need to clear the way in, and get any cops out of the way."
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"One moment, Mrs Scotts..." Jayant nods towards Mr Stanton, his Beast hissing deep in his soul at this new Kindred, smiling. The Shadow wonders around the boardinghouse, scouting for any signs of mortal law enforcement inside.
Spoiler
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Jayant returns after a momentary scout of the surroundings.
"Appears free from mortal law enforcement, Madame Whip." His voice is a whisper and his body is like a coiled spring.
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