nevada ♔ tie your own rope

[everyredcent]

WHO || Faye, Tybalt, Miles, Jaina, Solace, and Christos
WHAT || The Knights investigate the neighborhood where the disappearances have been occurring
WHERE || Nevada
WHEN || April 17th [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

There's nothing sinister whatsoever about Oak Street, as Christos steers the rented van onto the street and parks against a curb. Well watered and neatly trimmed lawns frame cheerful suburban houses, a paper boy rides past on a bike, a couple strolls by hand in hand eating dripping ice cream cones. Down the block, children are visible hooting and whooping as they swing from monkey bars on a small playground while mothers wait on benches and chat politely, happy to soak up the sun and get off their feet for a moment.

Christos frowns heavily through the window, as if the sight of all this contentedness is more unwelcome than an army of invading monsters would have been.

Solace speaks up first, from his place in the front passenger seat. "It may be prudent to split our group to cover more ground. At least one of the homes should be re-examined, and we ought to ask some of the locals for their take on the situation." He unbuckles his belt. "I mean to investigate the area for evil auras."

Christos nods, turning off the engine. "The sun will be down in an hour. I'll scout around the houses for access points. No point in breaking in before then."

Comments

[quarrelsomecat]

[Damn, Faye. Not that Ty notices what's going on outside. He is busy having his tail handed to him by the angry stray. After a short recoil, Ty lunges in for a counter-attack.

He slashes at the cat with both claws (atk 17 + atk 19) and attempts to bite (atk 8) but can't get in close enough.

Come here kitty. Let Ty pay you back for that fucking nat 20 and 22. Vicious little bastard... maybe not so much the little.]

[everyredcent]

[ the cat was clearly not expecting so much spirit out of tybalt and lets out an annoyed yowl, scratching at him again, but trying too hard to maintain some distance as it tries to attack him further. (1 dmg) ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[It can yowl all it wants. Tybalt jumps (16) at the wall to the cat's side, shoving off of it to hit the ground behind that monster tabby, a low, threatening growl in his throat as he goes in for another bite (nat 20).

If it thought it was going to bully him out of this house it has another thing going. The only thing worse than Tybalt's social skills is his stubborn streak and hurting or not he isn't letting a neighborhood pussy cat get in the way of his mission.]

[reallywicked]

[Meanwhile Faye strolls up to Christos, still looking just as mad at him as she was at the fence. Douchey elf asshole.]

Are we seriously waiting on the stupid pussy to figure out that he can become a real boy before we get in this house?

[So annoyed at all of you]

[everyredcent]

[ look, christos doesn't know he's having heathcliff fight club in there, ok. ] If he finds opening a door to be too difficult, we'll manage without him. Although now that you've alerted the entire neighborhood to our presence, we can't afford to even grant him that opportunity. [ as he heads to the back door, and draws out a lockpick, inside the cat rounds again on tybalt, undaunted by the fact that he's getting messed up, although again, it tries too hard to stay out of range of ty's teeth and claws to do more than claw and bite at the air in front of him ]

[reallywicked]

Gee, maybe someone could have unlocked the gate for me like a gentleman.

[You're lucky she's not trying to kick this door in, tbh. For now, she just follows and wait while he prepares to pick the lock.]

If you could do that this whole time, what's the point of letting the cat out of the bag?

[quarrelsomecat]

[Can Tybalt just go ahead and full body slam that cat? He's getting tired of the angry flailing about. Really, cat, just go. Tybalt only wants this place temporarily. He issues a low warning growl as the idea sinks in that it might just be better to shift back. What is using unfair advantages on your opponent?

Back off, Tabby cat.]

[everyredcent]

To avoid leaving traces of evidence. Seems a bit late for that, now. [ annnd the door clicks open effortlessly beneath his pick, swinging open just as tybalt slams into the cat and they both go skidding across the floor.





christos stands there staring in the doorway like 'what is my life' ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[O o p s. Hi Christos. Sorry about that delay thing. He was going to get to the door. Really, he was. What is backing down from a fight? Tybalt blinks up at him with his good eye.

Sure. Now this seems silly. Before it seemed like a perfectly valid plan of action. Stop judging him.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye rolls her eyes and shoulders past Christos to get into the house. She looks down at the cat/teammate and sneers.]

Really? This is what we were waiting on?

[quarrelsomecat]

[Oh shut up Faye. Have a glower and a low rumbled growl from the disgruntled feline member of this team thing.]

[everyredcent]

Let's hope the two of you have more skill in searching than either of you possess in stealth.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt considers just staying a cat just so he won't have to talk to either of them, but he shifts back and brushes himself off, pointedly not looking at either of them.

What's done is done, and he's not apologizing for taking on the cat. What. They couldn't wait two minutes for him to kick its tail and open the door? Totally not his fault.]

[reallywicked]

[The answer to Christos' question (at least on Faye's end) is a big fat NOPE. She's searching, but... easily distracted by the terrible taste the owners of this home have (search 6).

She'll just be over in the living room, looking at picture frames and knick knacks or something.]

[everyredcent]

[ WHAT ABOUT YOU, kitty. roll a search check \o\ christos goes gliding through the house like a ghost while faye looks over happy little family pictures of a chubby faced ginger kid and his folks. ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[This is clearly where Tybalt is going to try to win some of his lost pride back. He's looking for clues as he makes his way through the house, scanning for anything that looks out of place with a keen eye (search 16).]

[reallywicked]

[Faye gets bored with the pictures quickly, but apparently isn't any more interested in help because with a crit fail search check, she isn't even trying to try finding anything.

She flops herself down on the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table.]

[everyredcent]

[ while tybalt notes a strange piece of balled up paper that's slid between a desk and the wall, christos abruptly puts his foot on the edge of the table faye's putting her feet on and kicks it hard enough to slide across the room away from her. he fixes her with a glare. ] If you'd like to rest on the job, we can leave you here.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt ignores them both in favor of the little piece of paper, crouching down to try and collect it. It's probably just trash, but it's hidden trash and that means he needs to read it.

Definitely uncrumpling it while still crouched on his haunches.]

[reallywicked]

[Her feet come up sharply as the table goes flying across the room, and for a moment, her eyes give away the fear the move instills in her (will save 7). But even if she's lost her nerve, she can still act like a bad ass (bluff 26). She uses that entire check to look unimpressed with him. Still, she gets up and rolls her eyes before walking into back to the kitchen.

Oh look, a basement door- Putting some distance between herself and these losers is clearly the best course of action.]

[everyredcent]

[ tybalt's paper is revealed to be a letter in a child's hand: a somewhat cutesy invitation to dinner with their family up the street. there's something strange - wrong, even - about the way the paper smells. ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt gives it a sniff, ignoring the interaction between Christos and Faye for the moment to study the paper a little more closely. He waits until she's cleared off before he offers the letter to Christos with a frown.]

This was shoved back behind the desk.

[He doesn't offer much more because what are communication skills but he looks suitably uncomfortable. He rubs his nose on his sleeve trying to get the smell out of his nose.]

There's something wrong with it. It reeks. [It doesn't really reek exactly, but as poor as his skills talking to other people have proven to be, he's avoiding just saying it smells 'bad'. Plenty of things smell bad.]