Shahar (outfit) - Following Bo, with Butcher Knife
Shahar hummed, considering the key that Bo took from Patrick. "So the attic cannot help us, do you know someplace that can? You say you saw everything- surely you can tell us more than this. There must be someplace safe from these things that attacked us. They are killing people, Patrick. They had to put in some fail safe, so they did not die too."
She gripped the knife tightly, eyes flicking to the basement door. "Will others be safe in the attic?" she inquired, voice silky, "Because if so, I'm going to find my way downstairs." and she moved for the basement door. It wasn't picking the lock that she intended. She would break that damn door down- there had been screaming, from there, and unless someone had a better plan...
Shahar would find herself in possession of one large butcher's knife.
((Stats: Metal Weapon. Uses 2D6-2 in Combat))
Akina Tokuwa1
iStoleYurVamp1s
Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 6:58 pm
Jada (outfit)- Entertainment Room- has arcane journal, and a raven on her head
The raven pecked at her head, and Jada squawked right back at it, frustrated. "The past can offer valuable lessons, and I suck at riddles." Which, of course, was exactly what the damn bird had given her way too many of. She could find things in books, not just... pop them off the top of her head. So, of course, she had to take a moment. Because everyone else was panicking and brandishing knives in the foyer, or... who even knew what they were doing with the corpse over there. Jada, sister of she-who-kills-with-light. Ask the right ones.
I am what kills and maims | and can be ornate or plain | Blacksmiths make me | maidens make me from nothing | and with the right mind I become death in the right hands Everything or nothing at all | I am wielded and used for a single purpose | and my purpose is clear if it is not what I am made for.
Ugh. Her brain hurt, and she knew it was probably supposed to be something easy, but her stomach hurt too, and she was going to vomit from riddles and whatever had cut her off from Scylla. "Okay," she heaved out in a mutter, "Let's start with the hard one. Maidens make me from nothing." The only thing she could think of was magic-related, honestly. To all appearances, the magic came from nothing. But magic didn't just come from maidens. Gunn had made fire grow, kind of, but- yeah, tempting as it was to just find a match and burn the house down around the doors, that would be a bit hasty.
For now, anyways.
So... what if she just... let the riddle sit for now. It wasn't important to the moment, probably. And the time was wasting while she tried to wrap her mind around something that could be nothing at all- same as the book in her hands, if the bird was to be believed. Okay, fine then. Jada took one last walk around the entertainment room to see if anything jumped out at her as possibly useful before she turned for the foyer. Where to next? The attic? But...
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"Most of the books were fairly in-line to what one might expect. A few on fashion, history, economics, business management, but as she would look closer a few titles would stand out. There were a few in depth doctor guides on cancer treatments, a few on black magic that looked vaguely authentic, and one book, so well worn, the letters had rubbed away."
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"Both Roses ignored Jada- pointedly so. Yet the books held more promise. The well worn book you grabbed in particular seemed to be a journal of sorts. News clippings, articles plastered here and there along with photos. As you flip the pages one thing stands out- The connection to more arcane healing rituals and claims."
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"The other books looked more traditional in terms of mainstream consumption for 'magic' or 'witchery'. Only the old tome seems even semi-authentic. "
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"The dates of the articles stand out- many are from the 80s. They detail strange events happening in Tokyo. Then, they skip forward to the last 10 years, all about strange events and cancer treatments."
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"At first, you wouldn't expect the voice to respond but it does- and oh boy it make itself known. "To go below you ask help from above!" The voice replied, tone mirthful despite the goings on. Down from the shadows a large raven flies landing atop Jada's head, claws prickling her scalp. "Oh you're a short one! Shame and a pity- But yes yes- that's the thing. Nothing! What goods a book to do without a recipe to brew? Words on paper make a poor potion." The bird is clearly normal- save the voice that is eerily human coming from it."
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The raven let out a caw like laughter. "What holds up but when it falls takes the whole thing with it?" Beady black eyes looked at Jada. "Pillar! Pillar! Not a Poe! I am not a writing desk- but what is when I am?" His head cocked side to side. "The witches toil and trouble so tonight cauldron is set to boil. And now it's all boiling over. They stirred the pot too much and now it's gone wild and rife with spice!" They cackled again. "You ask many questions, Jada, sister of she-who-kills-with-light." The raven made itself home on her head and in her hair. "Ask the right ones. No more nonsense- even if nonsense is the only sense you will find here."
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The raven cawed in annoyance. "A story already written offers nothing but the past! But the past can come from the present, and we can make the future. But only if we go forwards and not backwards until back is front and front is back!" It pecked Jada's head in annoyance. "Up is down as down is up. To get to where you need to go you must want to go. The bubbles will carry you up up and up! But be careful on the way down. Because once the bubble are gone, nothing will be there to catch you when you fall."
It hummed, an odd sound a raven to make. "I am what kills and maims, and can be ornate or plain. Blacksmiths make me, maidens make me from nothing, and with the right mind I become death in the right hands. Everything or nothing at all, I am weilded and used for a single purpose, and my purpose is clear if it is not what I am made for. I am what you need, if you plan to stop the mother from her feed."
(FYI Gaia is stil spotty for me??? I might steal nyx's comp at this point stfg)
Akina Tokuwa
Anne smiled, but it waivered. "Yeah! Uh-" She tugged Bo, and company to the stairs leading them up- and then to a sealed door. A door that was plain, and otherwise rather unremarkable. She grabbed it and wiggled the handle- and it opened to a broom closet. Behind the group, Patrick coughed. "Uh-" He motioned down the hall. "It's the first door on the left. I-" He clammed up. The attic door was sealed shut, and looked like those of the bedroom. "We- we shouldn't go in. Please. I really- It's won't be good."
If Bo opens the attic, DM me
Akina Tokuwa
Penny
Penny has found a Pool Cue.
AMItotic
Suri
Suir has found a Pool .
Pillar, to his credit bobbed his head up and down. "Riddle me this, riddle me that- words are no fun unless this has a little of that!" He sounded giddly.
Outside- a VERY LARGE bird loomed, it's own loud cawing lauching echoing that of Pillar.
Infinities
Shahar
Patrick looked at Shahar, helplessness on his face. "I... I can't tell you. I literally cannot say anything. But so long as they are here- no where is safe. She's waking, she's feeding- You don't understand- there IS no failsafe, no escape. It was the end. This is the end. The attic is a stopgap, a remnant." He looked mournful. "The attic has all that's left..."
Infinities
Jada
Pillar, annoyed with Jada's inability to 'get it' pecked her head again. "Silly girl! Child hunted by the hunter- saved by a sister! She who kills with light did not take it to light, she took it to fight! Are all you humans so thick headed?" It pecked her again. "Hrm.. maybe."
Jada would find nothing that interesting- a remote control with missing batteries. A cue chalk that left her fingers blue hiding under a chair across the room far from the pool table- Yet from the corner of her eyes she would see him- the specter of her stalker for a single moment before they vanished.
Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 3:58 am
Shahar (outfit) - Foyer, stabbing a door with a Butcher Knife
Nowhere is safe. Shahar looked at Patrick with pity, for a moment, then leaned in to offer him a hug, the only comfort she could spare at the moment, butcher knife held safely behind her so he wouldn't get stabbed. "Thank you for what help you have been," she offered, whether he accepted the hug or not. "We will just have to take it from here."
If the attic had all that was left, but the basement was screaming... whatever was happening in the basement, she couldn't just let it go, could she? Letting your victims scream was positively an invitation for do-gooders and some such, and Shahar wasn't going to just let them... breed a crystal zombie army, or something, and so she made her way towards that chipped, gouged door, and eying the deadbolt- began hacking at the door with the butcher's knife. Because why not?
Who needed keys when you had a knife?
Shahar would find herself in possession of one large butcher's knife.
Jada (outfit)- Foyer- has arcane journal, and a raven on her head
That sonofabitch bird pecked her again, and Jada cursed as she escorted her hat around the entertainment room, finding absolutely nothing of use. Cue chalk. A useless remote. But it was the sight of something- someone- familiar, out of the corner of her eye that made something click in her head, even as the- bloody hell, how did that thing on her head know about- "First of all, it was a lamp." Which was a light, but she felt like nitpicking it, voice stresing as the lack of connection to her homeworld began grating, and- "Second of all-" her hands went to her arms, curling protectively around herself as she moved away from the- that- place.
"What the hell is going on. A couple of witches cold-shouldering me because my mom was a b***h, and a bird telling me riddles about the night-" Jada's voice cut off, the next words going unspoken. About the night my sister killed someone. And worse, seeing said... dead person- Her hand went to her throat, remembering all too well the way she had gasped for air, under too-large hands, and the way his blood had looked on her carpet. Her kids were in that house, and she was here with a glorified parrot and the ghost of her dead stalker, and at least 1 dead person.
So out of the entertainment room, every bone in her body screaming for escape.Jada entered the Foyer, examining the room for any changes since she had entered- apart from the... ...... other dead person, it seemed? Fan-fecking-tastic. Make that 2 dead people. If this was a joke, it was a poor one. "She used it as a weapon, yes." She was talking to a stupid bird. "A weapon would be great for beating this Mother. Since I'm currently wandering a mansion with naught but a book and a bird, and she apparently plans to try and eat everyone here, I'm open to suggestions."
And she swore, if "the mother" was as literal as "she who kills with light" and her own mother was back from the dead and killing-slash-eating people, 18 years of pent up rage would hit Szelem right in the face.
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"Most of the books were fairly in-line to what one might expect. A few on fashion, history, economics, business management, but as she would look closer a few titles would stand out. There were a few in depth doctor guides on cancer treatments, a few on black magic that looked vaguely authentic, and one book, so well worn, the letters had rubbed away."
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"Both Roses ignored Jada- pointedly so. Yet the books held more promise. The well worn book you grabbed in particular seemed to be a journal of sorts. News clippings, articles plastered here and there along with photos. As you flip the pages one thing stands out- The connection to more arcane healing rituals and claims."
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"The other books looked more traditional in terms of mainstream consumption for 'magic' or 'witchery'. Only the old tome seems even semi-authentic. "
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"The dates of the articles stand out- many are from the 80s. They detail strange events happening in Tokyo. Then, they skip forward to the last 10 years, all about strange events and cancer treatments."
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"At first, you wouldn't expect the voice to respond but it does- and oh boy it make itself known. "To go below you ask help from above!" The voice replied, tone mirthful despite the goings on. Down from the shadows a large raven flies landing atop Jada's head, claws prickling her scalp. "Oh you're a short one! Shame and a pity- But yes yes- that's the thing. Nothing! What goods a book to do without a recipe to brew? Words on paper make a poor potion." The bird is clearly normal- save the voice that is eerily human coming from it."
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The raven let out a caw like laughter. "What holds up but when it falls takes the whole thing with it?" Beady black eyes looked at Jada. "Pillar! Pillar! Not a Poe! I am not a writing desk- but what is when I am?" His head cocked side to side. "The witches toil and trouble so tonight cauldron is set to boil. And now it's all boiling over. They stirred the pot too much and now it's gone wild and rife with spice!" They cackled again. "You ask many questions, Jada, sister of she-who-kills-with-light." The raven made itself home on her head and in her hair. "Ask the right ones. No more nonsense- even if nonsense is the only sense you will find here."
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The raven cawed in annoyance. "A story already written offers nothing but the past! But the past can come from the present, and we can make the future. But only if we go forwards and not backwards until back is front and front is back!" It pecked Jada's head in annoyance. "Up is down as down is up. To get to where you need to go you must want to go. The bubbles will carry you up up and up! But be careful on the way down. Because once the bubble are gone, nothing will be there to catch you when you fall."
It hummed, an odd sound a raven to make. "I am what kills and maims, and can be ornate or plain. Blacksmiths make me, maidens make me from nothing, and with the right mind I become death in the right hands. Everything or nothing at all, I am wielded and used for a single purpose, and my purpose is clear if it is not what I am made for. I am what you need, if you plan to stop the mother from her feed."
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Pillar, annoyed with Jada's inability to 'get it' pecked her head again. "Silly girl! Child hunted by the hunter- saved by a sister! She who kills with light did not take it to light, she took it to fight! Are all you humans so thick headed?" It pecked her again. "Hrm.. maybe."
Jada would find nothing that interesting- a remote control with missing batteries. A cue chalk that left her fingers blue hiding under a chair across the room far from the pool table- Yet from the corner of her eyes she would see him- the specter of her stalker for a single moment before they vanished.
xxiStoleYurVamps
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 3:56 am
Infinities
Shahar
Patrick took the hug, holding on a second longer. Shahar would feel a tingling sensation, as if magic was trying to reach her for a moment- but then it was gone as soon as it came.
As she hacked at the door- it refused to give way, however, the pungent smell of blood faintly seemed to come from the other side.
Infinities
Jada
"Am I a moth?" Pillar squawked, intignant. "Hardly. A light is a light. Which witch is which I wonder? You are good a riddles maybe. Perhaps I was too quick, after all, you take care of things well."
As they went into the foyer a few things would be noticeably different. The crystal chandelier seems to have taken on a red glow. And odder still, the crystals appear to be misshapen now, more organic than cut. The white ribbon that previously walled off the upstairs is torn- and from the stretch of the fabric, it looks like someone forced their way past it. Small claw marks can be seen on some steps as if a person had been so panicked, they rushed, forcing past the ribbon and up the stairs by sheer will.There are tracks on the floor, from the main entry up the stairs and the wet mud that makes them is fresh. The trail ends halfway up the flight, as if the person simply vanished.
These were minor details however. Such as an umbrella but the entryway or the missing painting.
Pillar seemed unimpressed, finally leaving the nest it had made in Jada's hair. "You answer a riddle but keep asking the same question. I have told you what to do. What you need. But someone else has found what is needed to go below, so going up and above and beyond will only slow the inevitable."
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Pillar is now in the Foyer and sitting atop the crystal chandelier.
Heather had been following dutifully behind Jada, who seemed to have more knowledge about the situation than she did. It also seemed, however, that besides the riddle about needing to go to the attic to get a key to the basement, the riddle all seemed to center around Jada, if her increasing worry was any indication. Heather could feel Jada's anxiety edging on her, sharpening her own aura as it prickled and spoked. Heather had to take several deep breaths on many occasions in order to shield herself from Jada's own anxiety. It would do Heather no good to panic, she knew, so she shut her eyes and imagined strapping strong steel armor to her body, saw the negative energy bouncing off of the armor's shining surface. Imagined her own spirit shining from within, the glow encasing her, armored suit and all, in golden light.
It was enough, for now, to keep Jada's anxious aura from her.
It was only when Jada was in the foyer, talking about arming that Heather finally spoke up again.
"The kitchens have knives, or course, but also salt and sage to keep out negative powers," she began. "The entertainment room had heavy pool balls, cues to be used as lances, and iron fire pokers. Iron also dispells evil, so it'd be to our benefit to gather those as well. I'd say the bottom floor is our armory, miss."
Not that arming was the only thing on her mind... a light is a light. Which witch is which? So one was good?
iStoleYurVamps
Infinities
Mahogany Shapour -- Foyer Mahogany had been following the group, trying to quell his swiftly rising panic. So just... no one was going to talk about the way that the foyer had now morphed into some horror show? His eyes flicked from the broken ribbon to the footprints that vanished then to the claw marks on the stairs.
"Okay," he finally stammered, still clutching the bottle of tequila to his chest like it would save him, "so we're all hugging, which is ******** fabulous but are we also not talking about that?" His voice broke on the last word as the hand not clutching the bottle pointed accusatorily at the claw marks on the staircase.
"Look, not for nothing you guys, you've been great. Blue," he gestured at Shar with his head, "you done good smacking that zombie around. But I, for one, don't want to follow whatever made those gashes without something to defend myself. I'm with Mother of Birds and Glinda the Good Witch." If Mahogany saw Heather visibly bristle at the names she and Jada were called, he didn't seem to care, instead pressing on, "I want a weapon before we go any further."
Akina Tokuwa
iStoleYurVamps
Infinities
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 8:52 pm
Bo is standing in front of the attic door.
One of the reasons Bo did so well as a handmaiden for the Zodiacs was because he really was more of a support player. He did best when receiving directions, as his own judgment was not always keen. He seemed sad to see Shahar go elsewhere -- she was his protector, after all -- but he still had Anne with him, which helped. He gave her a warm smile, as if nothing terrifying had happened at all that night because Bo was very, very good at pretending.
Bo gave Patrick a nod. "The only way out is up, the only way through is forward, eh?" He put the key into the hole and opened the door to the attic.
Jada (outfit)- Foyer- has magic journal, heading to dining room
The foyer had transformed into more of a horror show than just one dead body, and Jada was hard-pressed not to focus on the... the blood. Pillar lifted off her hair, and Jada lifted her hands to smooth it, twisting strangs together to help keep it out of her face. Okay. Okay. "Yes, we need weapons. The Mother is coming. I was more along the lines of 'do you know a better location for sharp and stabby than the kitchen,' but I'll take what I got." she inhaled, focusing to clear her mind. Shove away at the nausea fluttering at you. That connection to her homeworld would be back. She would see her children again, and whatever the hell was happening here would not best her.
She'd indulged her own terror more than enough, and it was time to move along. There was a woman hacking and slashing at the door to the basement, and Jada snapped out a terse "Stop that, before your knife breaks and none of us have a weapon." Jada paused, then added, "Please."
The house itself seemed to be malforming, warping, and half of her wondered if the person had vanished because the bowels of the house had just opened back up and eaten what it had laid claim to. "Thank you Pillar." It was only polite to thank the bird before she turned to the other people who had spoken nearby, considering Heather and Mahogany.
"Okay. Knives, Salt. Maybe sage. Knives we could work with, I'm not sure if the salt and sage are particularly offensive, and I have no idea if you'll have any time to do anything defensive with them. I don't... know how that works." she wasn't wiccan-- any generation. "If this 'mother' is hungry... there was a lot of food in the dining room. If she's looking for us, it could serve as a way to lure her and trap her? There are a lot of windows- if she breaks one, it could give us a way out-" Or something else the way in, whispered a voice in the back of her mind, "and it is close to the kitchens for back up. Or we can just... grab whatever we find, and take the fight to whatever-it-is."
"Mother of Birds is one I haven't gotten before, and what the- zombies?" Jada's purple eyes slid to Mahogany, and her bare shoulder squared, bristling. "Great."
Her mind was whirling, and her half-babbled plans... "I didn't see anything of any particular interest in the entertainment room that I would feel comfortable using as a weapon. Last resort I can get a lamp, but- let's go check the dining room one last time. The kitchens are right beside it. We get in, get out, get as many knives, or salt, or sage as we can and hopefully arm everyone in the Entertainment Room with something."
So she moved, lrushing down the hall to the dining room and taking a look, looking for something they could use as a weapon.
iStoleYurVamps
Sweenys_Revenge
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:45 pm
Shahar (outfit) - Foyer - leaving and following after Bo
Patrick's touch was like a breath of fresh air, and the General inhaled power for just a split second, and her arms tightened briefly around him- before it was all gone. "You give good hugs, she told him, as she went about her business.
The door wasn't budging, and all she could smell was the rancid, metallic hint of blood. This wasn't... good. Neither was what she realized when she turned around, staring at the stairs to the attic. Stairs that... "Yeah," Shar told the dark-haired woman who had chastised her, but her eyes went to Mahogany. "Door is not falling down right now anyways."
Shahar passed the knife to Heather with a quick, "Keep an eye on that for me, would you? If you go back into the Kitchen, go straight for the knives and get out. The other one told you what we left in there. Crystallized zombie people. Not my personal suggestion to go into it, really, we heard more shuffling as we ran. I would leave the kitchen closed, if you can." And then she chased after Bo, Patrick, and Anne, bounding up the stairs and towards where they had opened the door.
"I hope I am not too late for this party, Bo." she called, "My last date did not want to open up." Last door. Last date. Last tragic horror show.
Pillar cawed. "False and fake and a fool's folly. The truth is simple as water is clear. You need that which a warrior holds dear. Salt and iron are for a trickster's turns, but what you need is for a monster's urn!" He tittered.
Sweenys_Revenge
Mohogany
The claw marks are deep. About two inches into the solid wood. Whatever made them was much larger than a normal human.
Akina Tokuwa
Bo
As you enter the attic dust fills the air in grey clouds, glittering against the few paths of light. It is near empty, only cobwebs and a few items fill the space. A threadbare blood stained bed sits in a corner, no blanket or pillow to be found. A book rests beside it. There is no sign that anyone has been here in a while. Yet- under the central beam of the ceiling is a large metal hook with a short frayed rope attached to it. Directly under, faint scuff marks can be made in the wood. The darkness makes it hard to tell, but something was carved at one point into the wall facing away from the stairwell, and the lone window is blacked out with old paint.
Anne gripped Bo's arm tighter, starting to tremble.
OOC
THE ATTIC IS NOW UNLOCKED
Infinities
Jada
Pillar paused in his rambling to come over, flying back into her hair- to pluck a black feather from his wing and stick it into a small knot he'd made.
In the dining room- the set table is still laden with knives. Some, sharp.
Infinities
Shahar
Patrick smiled as he pulled away.
As she would arrive in the attic she would notice- Patrick had simply vanished.
Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 6:31 am
Heather Beauchamp -- Dining Room
Though Heather bristled at her faith being called a lie, she stayed silent, watching the bird as he tucked an oil-slick black feather into Jada's hair. Maybe her magic didn't have any effect, but there was definitely some kind of magic at work here. And there was every possibility that this power overwhelmed her own meager abilities. It was for this reason that Heather accepted the knife that Shahar thrust at her and, though she had no idea what she would do with it, held it close to her. Steel was as good as iron she supposed. And perhaps this monster was less mysticism and more flesh and blood.
"Let's get everyone armed, Miss," Heather finally sighed, turning the knife in her hands as she made for the dining room. There, she tested various blades with the pad of her finger, the way she did when she was checking sharpness as she cooked, and passed one that was passably sharp to their new guest who shrunk away with a hissed remark. Heather only sighed and held it out to Jada instead. She really had no time for the young man who had joined them, but he was there so...
"There are some things that I wonder, Pillar," Heather mused at the bird, "when you said that a light was a light, which witch is which, did you possibly mean that one was good? And what do you mean by monster's urn?"
iStoleYurVamps
Infinities
Mahogany Shapour -- Dining Room
Mahogany squawked in indignation as Shahar vanished up the steps, both because she passed the deep, inhuman claw marks like they weren't even there, and also because she had just left him. Granted, he had no great love for the woman, but that didn't mean that he liked being left behind.
As Glinda the Good Witch spoke to Mother of Birds, Mahogany fumed, liking being left out even less than he liked being left behind. Or were they the same thing? Not that it mattered, the party was moving and he had to move with them. The Good Witch busied herself testing blades, and when she held one out to him he couldn't stop himself from recoiling harshly, hissing, "Gross, Glinda, no. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?" She accepted his answer and left Mahogany with his bottle.
A moment later, almost randomly, he finally realized who, exactly, was in Jada's air.
"Hey wait a second! You're the winged rat who attacked me in the garden, aren't you?"
Jada (outfit)- Dining Room - has magic cancer journal, feather in her hair, is arming herself
Jada paused when Pillar flapped down to preen at her hair again, blinking. what had he done? Oh well-- she kept moving, though keeping her stride as bump-free as possible in her heels until he would remove himself from her updo again. She had a lot of hair- and it wasn't like anyone would really be judging her, in these circumstances, for the literal bird nest in it.
She brushed into the dining room, and made her way straight for the knives. "Bring any that are sharp here," Jada said, and tossed some food off a tray, clearing it out to support weaponry. "Big ones first. We'll take however many we can carry back with us, just in case anyone needs something to protect themselves. We can stop off in the Entertainment Room, and see if anyone is upstairs."
Inspecting the dining room for weapons other than knives, Jada even spared a glance out the tall windows briefly as she worked, already feeling the chill that had come with the previous apparitions she had seen. But in here, she was not alone. In here, she was armed. "Um- dude-" she glanced helplessly at Mahogany, not knowing his name, "Can you check in the kitchen for anything else? Heather, did you still want to go the salt and sage route, or are we sticking with good old-fashioned monster mashing?"
Patrick was gone, and Shahar had not seen him turn and go back the other way. "Patrick?" she called out, but then she had to follow Bo. Anne was in the way, and she slipped past the woman quickly, entering the attic room Her prayer was short and soft- Allah, protect me. Nothing about this was remotely... good. The blood, the painted window, the stereotypical haunted room... "Anne, Bo, did you bring a flashlight, or your phones? My battery is a bit low, and I cannot see what is written here. I can try to break the window, but it is raining, and I do not think we will get much moonlight and... this looks more like..." she leaned up, touching the rope gently. "The water will do no good here, even if I can get it open."
She was an archaeologist, used to the idea of entering tombs, not scenes of a murder, or potential suicide. Shahar reached out, picking up the book and flipping it briefly open, trying to see what it said in the light from the hallway.
Pillar clucked. "Yes and yes! No and No! Good is nothing. Bad is good! Good is only what you want it to be and you are not me!" The cawing the raven emit suddenly started to sound more like a cackle.
"Good for me, bad for you! But I am helpful, this much is true. A witch to witch, a spell undone, and now you have to fight the dead one!" His cackling only grew louder.
Sweenys_Revenge
Mahogany
"Attack? Attack! I saw trying to say hello and you smacked me back!"
Infinities
Jada
The windows offer nothing, and the most suitable weapons in the room are already present. Yet, outside, pairs of red eyes peer into the house. Inhuman, and vanishing in an instant.
Infinities
Shahar
As Shahar would pick up the book, dates and details would be visible. It was a journal. Meticulously kept. The ending it lacking, but rather chilling in it's implications Ju-- 10th 19-- Subject has expired. The crystals do nothing as expected. I need to find a suitable host who can hold off on becoming a part of it.
Ju--17th 19-- Mother is weakening. There is not much time left he tells us. Either we begin more aggressive efforts or start on her directly. While our most recent subject lasted a few days, they failed to be compatible. We need better material.
Ju-- 29th 19-- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But she is our mother. Surely, you can understand? You don't have much anyway and it's not like Patrick will miss you. He's only 2. You managed it though! You were what we needed. The catalyst. The key. Mother will live. Be saved. Thank you. Thankyou thank you thankyouthankyouthan-
The words repeat. Endless. The final page has 1 entry.
I'm sorry mother.
The letters different. Someone else wrote those words.
OOC
Elsewhere in the house, a lock clicked open. The rooms all flicked breifly with light before Pillar's voice echoed through the halls.
"SHE WAKES! THE DEAD WITCH WHO WANDERS WAKES! DOWN BELOW! DOWN BELOW! TO GET OUT, YOU MUST GO BELOW!"
The Basement is now Open. The final prompt will drop tonight
