Taking Back What's Theirs

[mysterium_npc]

Who: Everyone! (And a bunch of otherworldly ghouls).
What: Those who were 'robbed' of their stolen artifact attempt to reclaim it.
Where: The old Dixon house and the portal chamber beneath.
When: Late night, Thursday, October 4.
Rating & Warnings: R for violence and creepy monsters.
Notes: OOC info post is here, where you can plot and ask any

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Inside the mansion

[mysterium_npc]

It’s probably merely wind that’s rattling a tree branch against the house--that rat-tat-tapping sound, thin and hollow like it’s made by something hard like wood or bone. It could be the wind...if there were tree branches closer to the door

[Open]

[kandescence]

Kanda had never been a sound sleeper--he had far too many years under his belt tuning his senses to danger, honing his reflexes to razor sharpness lest an akuma take him unawares. So though he'd gone up to the quiet and solitude of his room more than an hour before, he suddenly found himself coming full awake in the darkness, his eyes wide and his senses alert.

For a moment he lay still and listened for footsteps or the movement of someone drawing near, but his gut told him that whatever had woken him was not in the room.

Rising silently and pulling on shirt and shoes, he strapped on his swordbelt and looked out into the hall. The lights on the second floor landing were off and there was no sign of movement, but he was sure it wasn't just imagination that had woken him. And so, moving quickly and quietly, he headed down to the ground floor listening carefully for signs of anyone else around.

[Open]

[magisterialis]

Despite his age, or perhaps because of it, Yana was not the soundest of sleepers, either. He had long been able to make himself fall asleep in practically any accommodations or lack thereof; he'd usually slept on cot in his lab. A proper bed was upgrade.

Staying asleep was another matter. A long parade of night terrors woke him regularly. Sometimes it was fire burning him alive, other times it was running and running from mechanical voices and green lasers, occasionally with the dubious bonus of the ground dissolving under his feet. One the worst was barely being able to move from agony and if he looked down at his hands he was the one decaying. Usually that was one was accompanied by the feeling that someone was just beyond his field of vision, laughing at him. Someone with the power to help fix his broken body, if they cared to, but every time he managed to turn towards the sound, the presence slipped further away

[kandescence]

Kanda was standing by the door to the reception room on the ground floor when he heard the sound of footsteps descending from above. It would certainly be one of the residents approaching (and not one of the other exorcists, whose footsteps the swordsman thought he could recognize well enough). But he still lay his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice should an attack materialize.

After all, he was used to living in a world where those who appeared human one minute revealed themselves to be murderous monsters the next, and in truth he didn't really know any of the people here. Well, excepting Heine. And the other exorcists

Basement and Portal Chamber

[mysterium_npc]

Had you asked your ‘hosts’ how it was that they came into the ritual they interrupted? Had you learned of the network of tunnels stretching from this house--stretching beneath most of Arkham--winding in and turning in an unmarked labyrinth?

Even if you haven’t, there’s something foreboding coming from below--a subtle shifting sound, a feeling on the air. You don’t need to know how they got down there to feel the certainty that they are, and that whatever their intent, its malice bodes ill for all living things.

The door to the cellar is on the first floor, and the trap door in the back alcove leads down stone steps to the narrow rough-hewn tunnel below. Bring your own light. There’s nothing here to guide your steps over the hardpacked earthen floor, only seemingly-sourceless echoes across the cold stone walls. The shadows you’ll cast play tricks on the eyes and make you wonder--is that a glow coming from the chamber beyond?

Low and pale and pulsing, its light a pale ghastly green, the portal in the gate seems to thrum like a living

[Closed (for now) || Heine & Link]

[bulletcarnage]

As he walked down the dim corridor, his own booted footsteps were easily distinguishable from the other strange sounds in the general vicinity, Heine headed directly forward without much in the way of hesitation, looking out for a shift in the shadows, a glint of eyes that were a similar hue to his own, the impression of being hunted. If he had shown even a shred of mercy or pause when faced with the creatures overhead in the mansion that was all done with now: the first shot fired rung out like a thunder crack, ricocheting the noise all the way down the tunnel for who knows how long. The first creature he hit--possibly in the shoulder, maybe in the chest, he couldn't tell and didn't care--seemingly hadn't expected to encounter someone whose reactions were often faster than their thoughts, and after giving out what sounded like the early end of a screech, phased out instantly

and so I finally have this up. without being delayed further or eaten by the internet XD

[hawkeyed_crow]

...just what on earth had happened to him? He wasn't in the last place he in. He blinked up at whatever was glowing in his blurry eyesight, not making much sense of it. Had something happened after he had lost consciousness

This makes me super squee :'D

[bulletcarnage]

The man Link was watching--the gender assumption had been correct--did not relax or lower his weapons at all as he moved his gaze slowly around the cavernous space