zandyne
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Post by zandyne on Apr 22, 2010 1:11:17 GMT -5
*Jack*
He approached the closest thing to a welcoming desk inside, he even hazarded a few, 'Hello's. At no reply and inspecting the more common places one would expect firemen to be milling about, he decided to retreat to the resting area.
Jack examined every portion of the room and of course, yielded nothing really conclusive. He set down most of his supplies and moved about in a perimeter around it to double-check. Despite living so many years alone and on/near a graveyard to boot, he should have been used to being and sleeping in empty buildings.
But this was decidedly different, he hadn't had the luxury of building wards or protections into this place. There were no secret compartments of holy water at his disposal if something supernatural decided to have a tussle with him, it wouldn't be the first time.
Of course he'd somewhat planned for this, because this was an excursion. He unzipped his bag and began sifting through the various pockets.
The specter hovered over Jack's shoulder to observe, Wonderful, you brought the paranoia gear with you. Ah well, preparedness is thy curse. Despite saying that, for once he actually considered it a wise move on young Graves's part, this town was hardly normal, the reason conveniently eluded him of course.
The portable warding kit was true to its name, it was small, well-worn and respectively sturdy, at least from a spiritual perspective. Physically they just looked like ugly rocks with abstract markings that no normal person would humor keeping inside their homes.
There were eighteen of those rocks in total, each no bigger than dollar coins, and he set them all up around the bed. After checking the placement twice he said aloud to himself, "Welp, looks good. Nap time!"
And just like that he was asleep. The Skull King entertained himself by keeping a vigil of the room, maybe when Jack fell into a deep enough sleep he could risk manipulating him into pulling out a book from the bag.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 22, 2010 8:28:31 GMT -5
*Nero*
The roast was quite ordinary, in the fact that nothing jumped out at him from its glistening, golden-brown surface. Unfortunately, the traveler, in dialing 911, forgot that it was an American system, and all he got was a tone waiting for more numbers until the phone gave up and began beeping loudly at him.
*Jack*
While the Skull King kept his silent, invisible vigil, the coffee pot across the room started brewing, even though it wasn't a model built with a timer.
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Post by Enigma on Apr 22, 2010 19:05:35 GMT -5
*Nero*
He furrowed his brows at the phone as it beeped at him. He would set it back upon the hook, and pick it back up. "The hell was that number again.." he thought. Oh right! Finger would dial in the numbers 1.1.2.
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zandyne
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Post by zandyne on Apr 22, 2010 21:36:10 GMT -5
*Jack*
The sound of the coffee starting up barely startled him. He wafted closer out of habit, there was no fear, rather, annoyance.
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Post by SuperDrops on Apr 23, 2010 14:02:58 GMT -5
Sal smiled as a mixture of warm spanish sun and cooling slipstream alternated in caressing his face, the slipstream carrying the scent of grass and hot asphalt. He was quite enjoying this little vacation, and it was doing wonders for his knee, jsut as the doctor had predicted. The spanish climate was alleviating much of the pain, and it had onlöy locked up once in the two weeks he'd been touring the counry on his Harley so far.
In the last city the manager of the hostel he had stayed at for the night had told him about Capri Falls, apperently she had had a friend in school who had lived there. She recalled her friend describing it as a nice, quiet litte town and Sal thought it couldn't hurt to check it out.
While the wind tugged at what little of his clothing was loose enough to be tugged at Sal was driving into city limits, fascinated by the complete lack of anything interesting, or anything at all. Finally he reached what he presumed to be town square and decided it was time to go in somwhere and ask for directions.
Sal pulled up in a parking space and shut off the engine, sepping off his bike. He took off his helmet, painted in the style of a firefighters helmet, revealing little white cables running out of his leather biker jacket and into the headphones in his ear. He got the iPod, a departure gift from his eldest daughter, out of the pocket and paused it just as a new song started. He had a mix of christian rock and pop songs on there, mostly assembled by his wife. The song that had been about to play was "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. He remembered his wife saying she had recently discovered this song and found it very sweet, but now that he saw the title on the display he realized he hadn't heard it once since he'd left home. With a shrug he chalked it up to coincidence and brushed off his jacket and blue jeans and took a look around, helmet under his arm, slowly walking towards town hall.
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Post by raptorman on Apr 24, 2010 8:38:29 GMT -5
Aloraster noticed something it had not expected, human senses were so much less than what it had once possessed but vestiges of its power remained even shoved into the human shell it now possessed. There was none of the life energy that should have been cloaking the place, at least none of the energy that would come from the humans and admittedly from Aloraster's own body now. Aloraster did know though that the body it was in needed several things and since there were no people there was no risk of really getting into issues.
The girl walked up to the door of one of the houses and attempted to use the psionic powers she possessed to reach within and either pick the lock on the door or to just turn the nob on the other side. Whichever proved easier.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 24, 2010 12:00:40 GMT -5
*Nero*
A moment passed, then a woman's voice answered. "Uno-Uno-Dos, cual es su emergencia?"
*Jack*
There didn't seem anything actually odd about the coffee pot, besides its mysterious starting. It was just a standard, simple, inexpensive coffee pot.
And it had started on its own.
*Sal*
Walking into the town hall brought only the sound of the door shutting and his own heels on the concrete floor. No sounds of business, no phones ringing, no shuffling of papers met his ears. To his left was a soda machine and a door to the office of the juvenile officer, to the right was a meeting room. Ahead, the hallway went straight through to the far side of the building, with a perpendicular hallway crossing ahead. At the crossway was a set of stairs that led up to the second floor.
*Jessie*
The door, surprisingly, wasn't locked at all, and came open without resistance, leading in to a simple, ranch-style home. To the left was a walk-through kitchen with a dining area beyond. Immediately ahead was a sitting room with windows looking into the backyard and a piano sitting against one wall. Down the right was a hallway that led to bedrooms, and probably a bathroom or two.
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Post by SuperDrops on Apr 24, 2010 20:19:37 GMT -5
*Sal* He took a look around, frowning. The town Hall was just as dead as the rest of the town. He took off his leathe gloves, dumping them into the helmet and walked further in, calling out "Anybody here?" While he searched for some manner of plan or office index.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 24, 2010 20:28:02 GMT -5
*Sal*
No one at all answered his call, and there was no town hall map, as the building was pretty simple in construction.
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Post by SuperDrops on Apr 25, 2010 8:12:50 GMT -5
*Sal*
As noone answered his call Sal felt a chill run down his spine, hearing his own voice echo off the walls in a distorted manner. He proceeded further into the building nonetheless, wishing to see if there maybe was anyone here that needed help. He looked around for the majors office, suspecting it on the second floor but scanning the first floor intently nonetheless
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 25, 2010 8:43:29 GMT -5
*Sal*
While he saw nothing of the Mayor's Office, as he was going down one hall, there was a door ajar that looked to lead down some concrete stairs, probably to the basement.
There was a light on, and an old record recording of Little Red Riding Hood could be heard wafting up from below.
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Post by SuperDrops on Apr 25, 2010 12:32:55 GMT -5
*Sal*
Sal was walking down the hall when suddenly his attention was caught by a sound. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have caught it, but in this utter silence everything seemed to be ten times louder than it really was. At first he couldn't make it out, as he turned into the hallway he was hearing it from, but then it sounded like a voice. He called out "Hello?" again, sending fracturing echoes through the bulding once more as he walked closer. When the echoes died down there were scratches and buzzing in the voice, and he concluded it must've been some manner of recording. Finally he saw a soft light from a door that stood ajar, and as he approached the door he started to identify words, seemingly a reading of the story "Little Red Riding Hood". He was reminded of his daughter, who had used to love it when he'd read this story to here when she was younger. With a sigh Sal grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, looking inside and again calling "Someone there?"
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zandyne
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Post by zandyne on Apr 26, 2010 0:55:34 GMT -5
*Jack*
If some manner of spook was going to waste its time getting his attention, it would have wasted the energy doing something far more dramatic. The Skull King attuned to Jack's arm and moved it carefully around so that he could find the bag and dig out the book he'd wanted to get through another chapter of....
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 26, 2010 7:53:07 GMT -5
(Alrighty, everyone! I'm just going to get the others ready, and then we're all gonna get freaky!!!)
(... *coughs* ... I mean ... things are gonna get freaky ... *coughs*)
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Post by raptorman on Apr 26, 2010 15:15:22 GMT -5
Aloraster noted the lack of the door being locked with some surprise but at the moment it's attention was drawn by a more important factor. Its body needed to use the facilities and rather badly by this point. The girl walked the down the hallway and entered the first restroom she found. Several minutes later she walked back. Aloraster as usual tried to ignore that part of its new life as much as possible, it was especially to a being made from energy rather disgusting. The girl spoke as she looked around at the apparently abandoned house. "Greeting, is anyone here?" Aloraster hadn't quite figured out exactly how normal people spoke yet.
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