IC: Extassis, Les Etrangers Beaux Options

[Nikoli]

"Than I suggest that we adjourn from our kind host and make haste to Johnny's Bucking fest Parking deck in Snohomish. I can arrange for transportation from there to the mext neat."

[Grey]

"Girl, even if it wasn't, I've seen my share of gore before. I know a spot near the Redmond border where I'd like to leave my ride, I'll call you when I'm there and let you know to get me and Immortal."

Paladin stands, gives Immortal a nod for him to follow and heads out the door.

((ooc: If we didn't exchange phone numbers yet, he gets numbers before leaving))

[Nikoli]

Murrey gives you a LTG, "No phone, only a gaper."

[Blitz]

:: Moira gives the number from her current phone to the group before turning to Bakatare. ::

"Shall we?"

:: She leads him out of the club at to the well maintained Mitsubishi Eclipse. It's a few years old, but the black paint job seems relatively new and it's older style curves suit her tastes better than the more angular current model. ::

[Nikoli]

Murrey waits until all have left, then leaves the club, retrieving the checked items then exits to the Elite. Instructing the car to proceed to the parking garage, Murrey saves the sensor logs to chip and pockets it, then Murrey checks to see if the mysterious tracking device was ativated, and where the activation signal came from.

[Buddha72]

Murrey
The signal doesn't seem to have been sent out yet.

[Nikoli]

Once within the 40 km range of the house, Murrey will switch the Elite to autopilot and take control of the van, bringing it to the parking garage; aiming to have it arrive a few moments after the team is parked and waiting.

[Blitz]

:: Once outside, Moira stands on the street corner for a moment, her eyes close and her face upturned instinctively towards the moon. For a moment, the moonlight rejoices in her daughter and a glowing white aura dazzles around her. A slight breeze ruffles her hair slightly but dies as she reopens her eyes to smile at the small astral being that sits before her. ::

"Please guard us as we drive, and report any astral followers you may see."

[Grey]

Once he and Immortal are on the road, he glances over at his and asks, "So what do ya think of things so far? A few of em seem way to fraggin' stuffy, but at least they appear to be pros.

Oh, and the lot the guy named has an Underground enterance nearby, so if things go bad, we can get down there quickly and it makes for getting my ride back easily in case drek goes bad on the job."

[Fenris]

Bakatare stood to one side, eyes slightly unfocused as he watched the threads Moira weaved. There was always something joyous and unfettered in her magic, such a contradiction to the cold lines of logic and formula he used to manipulate the strands.

A quick command brought the stable of elementals he maintained into the astral space around him, flaring trails of mana trailing each form as they clustered around, awaiting commands. He left them there for the moment, preferring to have his tools close at hand.

He took one last look around before stepping into Moira's car, one last check for anything out of place.

[Buddha72]

Moira

Wisp of moonlight pool together from the air around you. A tall, well formed man steps from the light. His eyes clouded and unreadable. I will do so but beware the night swells with blood and pain. I see throats cut and hear screams cut short. The Tower of Light has its guards out, war rests heavy in the air. The spirit looks at the club but seems to peer deeper and darker.

[Buddha72]

Bakatare

With a blur, the gateways to the deeper astral realms, your elementals surge around you. Once again their many whispers flood into your mind, a chorus of voices. We hear your call and come as the old laws demand. Give us your will so we may carry it out. You sense a thread on unease ripple through them as they await your direction.

[Blitz]

:: Moira's pauses as her eyebrows slightly furrow. She glances over her shoulder at the club, then shifts to the astral, trying to see any telltale sign of that which the spirit speaks of. ::

[Buddha72]

Moira

As you shift to the astral, you see the exterior of the club swarming with small astral forms. They dart in and out of the building. It's hard to get an accurate count since they move so quickly. You can see heavy threads of mana being weaved around the building, a great work of some type.

Bakatare

You feel the pull on the flows of mana around you. You turn and see it being drawn into the area around the club. The complexity of the weaves are breath taking. You are witnessing a ritual work of some kind.

[Blitz]

:: Moira's voice whispers out towards Bakatare. ::

"I believe we have involved ourselves in dangerous events. Let us hope that we will be able to solve this matter before that danger comes to a head."

[Fenris]

Bakatare's sigh is restrained and resigned, the sigh of one who, despite all efforts to the contrary, always seems to find himself crossing the event horizon into the black hole of the weirdest magical shit.

"It appears we have. I'm curious to know how the Changelings are involved in all of this. Shall we go?"

[Blitz]

:: Moira simply nods as she enters the car. ::

[Digital Heroin]

`They've got the look, which is what I'm iffy about. They're trying to hard to pretend anyone's a pro at this drek.`

He scratches at his chin, and looks out the window at the passing streets.

`It's good to have the backup plan. Hell I'd wire the place to blow if I had the gear, just in case.`

Not to mention the skill.

[Buddha72]

As you all travel through the Seattle, you watch the city move all around you. As you cross into Redmond, the dark underbelly of the metroplex, you feel the pull of the area. The slow seeping poison, the bleakness that is seen on every person's face as you drive. The area was once prosperous until the Crash of 2029, almost overnight it became a refuge to the homeless and hopeless. It now looks like a working girl long past her prime.

You arrive at the address on the card and see the building. It looks to be an old office complex, about 6 stories tall though only the bottom 4 look complete. Seeing that there is no room for any mid-size vehicle to make it to the back, you all head out on foot for the rear. As you all move towards the back of the building, people begin to step out of the various shadows and pockets of debris. They move like a pack of rabid animals, desperate for food. There looks to be about 8 of them. All their faces are lean and gaunt.

[Grey]

Paladin shifts his sinces to the Astral, taking a look at them.

[Buddha72]

Paladin

You can see the waves of anger and need roll off of them. The area has a haze of emotions layered over it. The tones seem subdued and pained. Your keen vision also takes in the building. The 3rd floor a tortured mess on the astral. It looks like a gaping wound with fear, rage, and hunger laced through it. The air around it is a miasma, the features of the building in the real world are almost completely obscured.

[Fenris]

Lip curling in an unconcious reaction to the hate and fear that rolls off of the crowd and the area, he quells the thrumming of the elementals still hovering around him with a thought.

He shifts the grip on the short staff in his hand, feeling it's power surge under his fingers and mingle in with his own as he wills it to life, looking to Moira as the speaker for the group.

[Grey]

Paladin eyes them all, taking in the situation. "Stop, all of you, right now! This is not a fight you want to get involved with. I don't know what you have gone through, but I can see your hunger. If I had food, I could freely give it to you. However, if you choose to continue..."

His Bo Staff whirls around him in a display of fantastic skill as he takes on a fighting stance, “…I will not hesitate to lay you out and leave you for the streets to claim.”

[Buddha72]

Paladin

The crowd seems to fold back into its self. They all cringe from the display. The people shift back into the landscape. You feel the tension break as the will of the mob snaps against the stronger need for survival.

Bakatare

The area around the 3rd floor brings tears to your eyes and a twist to your gut. The area looks savaged and torn. You can see threads of terror, hunger and rage.

[Grey]

Paladin keeps his stance, ready in case action becomes necessary. He turns his head to look at the group and speaks softly, "Something very bad happened here. And we are headed into the depths of it..."

He slowly begins to move forward into the alley that would lead around to the back of the building. He eyes the urchins as he moves past them, making sure none of them make a move. Just as he is passing one, he stops and considers something, then looks down at the gaunt individual and asks, "Tell me, what happened up there?" He gestures towards the 3rd floor of the building.