2019.01.07 Answer consumed by Flame

Answer consumed by Flame
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IC Date	January 7th, 2019
IC Time	0'Dark Thirty
Players	Wade Angelica Guivre Martha St Jackson Abioye
Spheres	Vampire

The manor is not very far, but far enough that a car is needed, it is in one of those remote spots, that only the wealth can afford to exist in, the manor is large in that classic southern gothic style, as they pull down into the driveway, the gate is smashed open with large claw marks, and then they are at the front door, it had been kicked open, the door is off the hinges, and there is another large claw mark through the middle of the once bright freshly painted blue door, there is a large balcony in the back of the place, with a purple fabric seems to be flapping over the edge, but that is on the fourth floor, it is erie, quiet like violence happened, but so long ago in the evening that even the wind is scared to make a sound, but the ocean uncaring still moves back and forth.

Martha gets out of the car and moves to the gate with a look about then well compares her hand to the claw marks for size, then moves to examine the fence, and well anything else she can see in the area.

Wade fits in a Prius about as well one might imagine. It’s very uncomfortable for him, so he’s quite happy to get to the manor as quickly as possible and get out. He might have even dented Guivre’s roof. “Fuck, I hate fuckin’ pretentious assholes.” That’s what he says whole looking at the place. “Probably shoulda used the fuckin’ wood chipper. Be doin’ people a favour.” He glances back at the gate and then to the door. “And we all saw the claw marks. Yeah this goin’ to go well. Fuck.” A pause, a listen. “Anyone ever heard the saying, it’s quiet, too quiet? Yeeeah.” His gaze scans the area, for movement, he listens, and it also scans the house, the door, everything. It’s called lookout.

Martha hmms, "Large person, and the gate might of been down before the clawing like the walk by it with claws out like keying a car" as she moves to show, "We also could do some reading, but never know." then softer, "Might need to take care inside too."

Guivre gets out of the car and while everyone else is busy looking around he's stuck texting into his phone, making sure everything is going smoothly at the hospital. He looks up a few minutes later to belatedly scan the broken door and take in the whole scene, "I think you hit the nail on the head.." He holds back, waiting to get his bearings.

Angie somehow gets there, seeing on how Wade took up all the damn room...maybe she rode in the trunk. She follows the group and looks to the drive way, tilting her head. "Hmm foot prints, large boot, no path.." She immediately looks to the sky... then to others. "What do you guys make of this single boot print?"

Wade glances back at the others, listening to what they say. “Bout as subtle as a fuckin sledgehammer, whoever the fuck did this. I like ‘em.” Is he kidding, one can only hope so. He motions to the BMW. “Boots, under the car, dipped in a blood I think. Guessing blood magic, but that’s not really my thing. And I don’t want to make Malky pissy by touchin’ them again. And someone caved in the hood…” He starst towards the door, slowly. “One sec…keep the car runnin’.” Stepping into the broken door frame, he calls into the house. “Marco…”

Martha looks to him, "Blood magic, you sure?" with a look to things, then a bit more staring at what Wade pointed out. She is really focused on that area now.

Guivre heads over to get a look at the boots, "I could do the same thing Madeline did before, read the memories from them." He offers but he waits, just to see if Wade gets a reaction from the place when he shouts.

Martha shakes her head, "Nope just messy nothing more no blood magic, more maybe ghouls blood on the boots from the beet down of a large man." then to Guivre, that is a good idea we can take turns on it in key places."

“Of course, I have clue if it’s blood magic. Jesus Christ, you’re the fuckin’ Tremmy, you tell me. All I know if, all the strength in the word can’t move a smooth print in hard concrete. Tear it the fuck up? Sure. Chip it, bust it? Yeah. So someone else tell me how that was done, and why because it seems very fuckin’ set up.” Wade looks around inside, nothing responds. “Bloody hand prints in here, and claws. I’m sorry, but this a fuckin’ setup. Nobody is this fuckin’ unsubtle. This feels like someone wanted someone to think somethin’. I’m just not sure what yet.”

Martha looks over to Wade, "Oh smart ass want the lead the way inside and see what we can see following the happy carnage?"

Guivre holds back for a second, but does say, "I may have a trick up my sleeve, if we see anyone... do you want me to go first Wade? You can cover me?"

Angie glances to Guy as he talks about a trick. She decides to step back instead of moving forward.

Wade looks back at the people. “Yeah, yeah. Like Is aid, this looks like a bunch of bullshit, but you guys can hide behind me, but for fuck sakes, is no one going to grab those boots and look at them?” he shakes his head with a sigh. “I’m telling you, something is not fuckin’ right here, this shit does not add up. “You don’t leave a fucking calling card if you don’t want to be found. And you sure as fuck don’t leave some magical print with a boot and then toss the boots under the car right beside it. I mean this person is either the sloppiest person in the world, or we’re about the find the strongest existing shovelhead to ever be dug up five fuckin’ minutes ago.” With that he walks inside. “So work your shit.”

Inside of the house is a large foyer, on the walls are many coats hanging there, each one is either dotted with a bloody hang print, or a large claw mark, it seems it was attacked in here as well. The door is kicked open to the main house, there is a bloody boot mark in the center of the wood as well, the boot is easy to see sitting up on the shoe rack, with a blood all over it.

Martha hmms, and grins, "Wow I keep thinking Jokers disappearing pen trick when you speak like that Guy, love that trick." as the move into the place, "Ok what you need to do Guy?" then she looks about, "Fuck that is strange why leave the boot?"

Guivre walks in just behind Wade and he isn't trying to hide as he calls out, "Anyone home?" The Brujah is making enough noise the shouting from the Malkavian doesn't change anything. He moves through the house, passing into the foyer with a methodical calm, "Wade, if we see anyone let me do the talking.. I know you think you have some sort of grasp on my power level. But you don't-" Guivre shoots Martha smirk, "This one is slightly scarier than the pencil trick." He looks back to Wade, "I can freeze kine and Kindred alike in terror, it only last a few minutes though and that's when you'll need to swoop in to restrain our target." Seems battle strategy isn't his weak point.

Angie keeps her eyes moving, looking back every so often before looking back to the group. Christ Wade was loud, thankfully Guy seemed calm and more levelheaded

Martha takes in the area for now looking at the patterns and things out of place, things that might explain something about what happened here, as to the comments from Guivre to wade she just grins some, but let's the man do what they need while looking about with some care, well collecting some blood samples for latter with her stuff from her bag.

“Malky, you assume whatever the fuck you want about me, I’m good with it.” Wade smirks, shaking his head, and then shrugs. “Or I turn them to ash, but sure, you work your magic.” Apparently no one is listening to him about the boots, he’ll have to grab them alter. They are already inside. He tries again, “Marco...” His eyes scanning the area, maybe more for trouble at this point than anything else, and he does seem to keep his big body in front of everyone, and take the lead, if just slightly. It’s not a protective thing, he’s just not afraid, or he’s looking to hit something.

Guivre is going through the motions, letting the Brujah take the lead as he pauses to look at a slash in the wallpaper, "I think I found something.." He rips away some more of the paper to expose a ransacked safe that is open and currently empty. "Wonder what they took?"

Martha hmms and moves to under where the coat is with a bit of a careful hand, then pulls out the picture of Jackson and a couple of women. "This is interesting, by matter." she looks to the safe and Guivre, "Allot of questions little answers yet."

Wade’s apparently oblivious to anything but danger, but he turns back when the other two speak. First to the safe. “You guys are the one with mumbo jumbo, do some? I dunno. Touch the safe or whatever you do. Or touch yourselves.” Never so much danger as he can’t make fun of people. Then the picture, he pulls at it so he can see it, though he doesn’t try to rip it out of Martha’s hand. “Well, hello Marie, maybe.”

Angie leans down and picks up a piece of gold metal, looking it over. She moves over to Martha "Can I help you with anything?"

Martha moves to open her bag and one can see some strange things in there, she pulls out some gloves, "You have oils on your skin still use these, hair samples in there." pulling out some baggies, "Oils mean finger prints we rarely leave clean one cause well no skin oils."

Guivre takes several deep (very unnecessary) breaths and closes his eyes to focus on the safe as he makes contact, muttering with eyes closed, "I see a gold locket and a female hand... there's alot of emotions here. I think it's love and hate... something else, sadness?" He sounds confused when he gets to the emotional part of the explanation. "Definitely a locket."

Angie nods to Martha and does as instructed, donning the gloves. "I found a piece of gold metal over by the safe..looks like a link to a necklace. Its not much.."

Wade is still looking at the picture. Not much else, and motions to Angie. “Well, that’s something.” He pulls out his own phone and takes a picture of the picture, before relinquishing it back to Martha. Then the gold piece of the locket. Memories. “Deeper I go…” And with that, Wade starts moving again.

The next room is a large room, with a winding staircase up into the house, with one of this marble handrails, everything in here is sparkling clean, there is a large lamp hanging from the ceiling, that is swinging back and forth. The smell of oil is pouring out of it, and there is a live flame up there, and there are doors leading to the east and west, but there is nothing but silence here.

Martha looks to Guivre, "Rock paper scissors to follow him?" as she gets a few more samples with Angie cause she can use then for a few things. Then looks to the boots, "Need to grab those, might be nothing."

Guivre, "Huhs." The Malk steps back from the safe with a considered frown, "Sadness tastes bad." He mmrs, mostly himself as he wheels around catches Martha asking him for Rock, Paper, Scissors, "Oh, why? Did you want to follow him too?" Guivre chuckles into the sheer insanity of the moment. "Don't worry, keep an eye on Ang, I got this... can't you like? Check for blood magic? How's that work?" He's already walking away though.

Angie remains quiet, tending to the task at hand. She glances at Guy for a moment then back to Martha. She realizes something and sighs gently.

Wade’s eyes drift up the stairs. “Fire, I love fire.” He chooses to go further in, but he’s watching that lamp carefully, like it might be a trap, continuing to play his eerie little game. “Marco…” Then looking to the ground. “What kind of fuckin’ retarded Kindred keeps oil lamps? I think she’s better off dead.”

Martha hmms, "It is a type of sight using, yeah I can, but well..." then stops as she hears something about oil lamps. "Well that is fun, I only tend to keep one extisgish ready unless I am going in with some fire bugs people, so try not to set the fire off."

Guivre follows him in slowly and he tilts his gaze upward at the lamp, "It does seem like a poor decoarting choice, to say the least..." Guivre sniffs the air and looks around the space as they go, saying, "Fire bad." In a soft breath whisper, more for comedy than conversation, he ambles on around the room. "I'm starting to think no one is home."

Guivre has a full on Sherlock moment as he looks around the room, "I think someone was ashed and then tossed out the window, look at how blustry it is?" The wind whipping the trees outside into a waving frenzy as he motions at the window, from across the room he points, "There are marks." And he follows the direction of his finger to cross the room and narrow in on a soot stained portion of the sill. "A fully ashed corpse would disappear in instant with a wind like that-"

Wade’s head jerks towards one of the picture windows. “Looks like someone’s fuckin; home after all.” There’s something akin to a growl and Wade springs into action, running towards the window and throwing his giant body through it. Possibly rolling to a landing outside and tearing up clothes and shit first. Good thing he’s wearing a leather jacket? What the fuck. His shirts already screwed because fo Jackson’s blood.

Martha looks up with an "Fuck me, that is messed up." realizing what it is, and how it was done. "That is some major anger and really fucked up." shaking her head, "Like damn, I mean wow?" sharing at the fire from a bit more distance then Wade. "Put the body out or let it finish?"

Angie looks up at the lit lamp...didnt vampires shy away from fire? Guess some like to live dangerously. She looks to the mirrors and sees her reflection but it seems off,as if it isnt shiny enough. "That mirror appears off, think its a two way??"

Guivre walks over to stand in the open window and calls down cheerfully to Wade, "Did you see a Ghost?" He is smiling double wide and he throws a cheesy thumbs up at the hardassed Brujah. "I see'em all the time." He nods like he's talking to a toddler and turns back to address Martha and Angie. "A two mirror?" Then he hears Martha and, "What? Wow which? Alot of things all once right now?"

"What the fuck?!" Wade looks down outisde. "There is a fucking pipe dripping blood, I assume, into the water below." No, he didn;t find anyone and he's confused by that, but right now soemthing else has his attention. "I think there might be somethimg downstairs ladies and gentleman. Something weird." He starts climbing back throguh the window. "Or she really likes red kool-aid."

Martha points to the Body that is well burning, then looks to the others just pick something." with a shrug sort over whelmed at the level of things about and really wondering about the well events that lead to all of this. "Ok into the red koolaid?"

Angie sniffs the air and looks to where Martha is pointing. "Hmm ewww" She looks to Wade "what do you mean something weird?"

Guivre hmms and just shakes his head, "So many pieces.." He considers going downstairs but doesn't make any moves just yet.

Coming back in Wade, looks down both hallways, walks down them if he has too, commenting. “Smells like bacon.” But he’s looking for a door, or stairs down, and that seems to be his main focus now, though he’s not moving so quickly, careful, just in case there is more to see

The mirror is attached to the wall, as you get close it you can feel a breeze behind it, it seems like it was a new addiction, that it has only been attached for a few weeks. As you touch it moves a little bit, but it seems to stuck on something, or locked.

Guivre is sliding his hand around the outside frame and he is looking for a catch of a latch. After a moment he kneels down and finds a button! Or all things. He pushes it and the mirror pops open just a sliver..

Martha blinks, "This is a mess, total mess might just be safer to set it all on fire." but then again, fire might be bad for them so she turns to the body and says a single word with a wave of her hand.

As the mirror opens, a smell comes out it is not a pleasant at all, it is the smell of blood, mixed with death, and a smell of feces, something is going on down here, that might not be healthy. There is a single light down there, at the bottom blinking on and off with that broken bad wiring style or a cheap bulb. There are stairs going down made out of solid stone, cold to the touch, it seems like you found your way to the pipe.

“Ah, the stairs, good work, old chap.” Wade finally has the stairs he’s been looking for as he comes back around, clapping Guivre on the shoulder. “Marco..” he calls down, and then simply proceeds on down the bloody, stinky stairwell. ‘You don’t have to follow if it will upset your Cammie sensibilities. I’ll be right back, probably.” Fortune favours the bold has to be the Brujah's motto.

"I have rules about going underground, first, always tell a friend on the surface and second.. have reinforcements." Guivre looks at the stairwell wearily, "Be careful..." He waits at the top for anyone going into the basement.

Martha nods, "House of happy horrors" as she makes the flames go out cause if that body catches the place and in time it will they are all fucked.

The fire is out, the body is swinging now, it is a human, most likely a ghoul. The man has long hair, but the ends are on fire, and his scalp is bright red, his face is peeled back, his fingers are clutching something tightly, it seems the be a small object. As the fire goes out, everything is now dark as night down here, that was the only light source.

The stairs are solid stone, cold to the feet, as you go down into it, something is odd, it is dank, the rest of the house was clean. Down takes a bit, the stairs are long, very deep, the cecling is low, having to duck down as you reach the bottom, a wooden door is open, inside is the smell of blood, death, and several bodies, that are hooked up to an odd looking machine, they are alive. They are moaning softly, as the tubes are filled with blood, the tube is leading into a fridge, inside of this given the door is open glass. You can see little wine coolers getting filled with it.

Martha is a bit behind Wade on the stairs and at first is not sure what she is really seeing. The manor is not very far, but far enough that a car is needed, it is in one of those remote spots, that only the wealth can afford to exist in, the manor is large in that classic southern gothic style, as they pull down into the driveway, the gate is smashed open with large claw marks, and then they are at the front door, it had been kicked open, the door is off the hinges, and there is another large claw mark through the middle of the once bright freshly painted blue door, there is a large balcony in the back of the place, with a purple fabric seems to be flapping over the edge, but that is on the fourth floor, it is erie, quiet like violence happened, but so long ago in the evening that even the wind is scared to make a sound, but the ocean uncaring still moves back and forth.