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 Angie Guivre Martha St Jackson
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.

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.

Wade doesn’t mind the smell, he’s smelled worse and possibly been in worse. Plus he’s not a pussy. The dankness, the blood underfoot, it all really doesn’t bother him. Even the bodies only get a bit of a brow raises. “Nice. This isn’t a fuckin’ masq breach or anything. Makes me wonder what the blood draining to the water is all about if she’s canning these fuckers.” A glance back at Martha. “I’m putting these fucks out of their misery and making sure they don’t ever talk, if they could or might. I’ll let you handle cleanup.”

Angie holds up the end of the line, glancing behind her shoulder every now and then. She catches a whiff of the smell..oh she must be back at work...She peeks around Wade and Martha "Hmm poor fuckers.."

Wade doesn’t mind the smell, he’s smelled worse and possibly been in worse. Plus he’s not a pussy. The dankness, the blood underfoot, it all really doesn’t bother him. Even the bodies only get a bit of a brow raises. “Nice. This isn’t a fuckin’ masq breach or anything. Makes me wonder what the blood draining to the water is all about if she’s canning these fuckers.” A glance back at Martha. “I’m putting these fucks out of their misery and making sure they don’t ever talk, if they could or might. I’ll let you handle cleanup.”

Angie holds up the end of the line, glancing behind her shoulder every now and then. She catches a whiff of the smell..oh she must be back at work...She peeks around Wade and Martha "Hmm poor fuckers.."

Martha looks to wade, "total fuck me and many more." as she looks about, "You are going to help my crew with this, cause we will need some muscle on it Wade, though yeah may their souls go to a better life on the next spin of the wheel." with a sigh, "This like damn."

Guivre is still standing at the top of the stairs waiting very patiently as backup while everyone else files into the basement.

Wade walks up to the first one and jsut shakes his head. There's not letting them go even if they are savable, and he might not save them anyway. He's never had any problems making the hard choices. He's not a softy, in that way. Hands reach upto one and he snaps their enck like a twig. Then another, then another. There's not even an expression on his face, like this is just another day. "I think I'm already doing the ehavy lifting." The alst one dead he walks over to the fridge and tips it over, throwing to the ground with a crash. "Fuckin' morons. I hope Jackson isn't this fuckin' dumb and it's jsut the bond or we shoulda listened to me and put him down too."

Martha looks at him and shakes her head as he adds to the mess with throwing the fridge down. "sort of doing it." moving to get a sample of the blood that was being collected to see later if something was special about it. Then she heads upstairs to tag team with Guirve so he can see too.

Guivre walks downstairs when Martha comes back up and he has a grave look on his face as he sees the human beings hooked up to machines. His whole expression registers horror, "Isn't there anyway..." He seems as if he wants to help them but he's frozen in his tracks as he watches the Brujah tear things asunder. Guivre winces and turns away at one point.

Martha looks to Guivre, "Yeah that is what needs to be done." her face is grim, she is not freaking out over it nor is she happy. "This is going to be total mess, and I really hate this type of clean up it is a waste of so much possibility."

Angie glances as Guy makes his way down the stairs, then looking back to Wade wincing with every neck snap.

“Those fucks were dead either way, I just made it quicker. No time for tears, Malky.” He shakes his head. “But seriously why were they draining this outside? All I know is this kind of makes me think of vampire bullshit movies. Like come on. And then there’s the claws. Anyway…” He bounds up the stairs, almost forgetting to duck, but does not in time, and heads out to grab the boots under the car.

Martha looks to Guivre, "Want to explore down there, who knows what else is about."

Angie stands there and crosses her arms. She goes to look at the machines they were using, looking one over.

"Yeah, let me give it a quick once over..." Guivre steels his emotions and takes a deep calming breath (again, for whatever reason. Pacing perhaps) then he starts looking around the room.

The car in front of him as the boot is lifted up, as he there is no sign of the trouble coming, it is swift. The car is sitting there for a moment, and then it is erupts into a ball of flame, as the large kindred is bending down, the boot is erupted up in the fire, and Wade stumbles back avoiding the damage, it seem this attack was not to hurt, but to bring out the beast to play.

Martha is afraid of fire and calls on what she knows and the flaming car is caged in water that seems to collect in the air allot of it, thick and moving, obscuring the car from view as she stares at it, then calls out I hold this about a minute or two and keep calling water to it, but when I let it go...what happens with a car fire, allot of water dropping on it, does it spread?" as little drops keep forming in the air adding to the water cage about the car.

"Oh man... that.. sounded like an explosion." Guivre wheels around looking for a possible fire extinguiser and when he doesn't find one he just takes a second to tuck his long hair under his hood and he pulls his scarf up to cover the bottom of his face. He rushes up the stairs and keeps an arm up as if trying to avert his gaze from taking in the sight of any flames directly. His arm infront of his face he cries, "We need to get out of here-" He has no idea where the others but he's not keen on running into a frenzied Wade... self preservation starts to take over as he looks for an exit.

As Guivre comes up the stairs, he hits a wall of flame, that is in the middle of the foyer, it seems that boot was also trigger with the other, the fire is smaller, but it is spreading, there is a line of fire, slowly moving right towards the stairs, to the basement, the other one is already going up the stairs, the others spreading to the other side of the house, but it is yet viable to the outside, a few windows are not touched yet.

Wade back peddles from the fire, and, continues to do so, to get very far away. He’s holding it in, but by a thread, and with a Brujah, a thread is generally all you have before he starts losing it on other things. He clutches something the yard, a tree, maybe, to try and steady himself and bark starts to snap and crack off the tree under his grip. Maybe even the stump itself.

Angie hears the boom then she sees Guy bolt up the stairs. She follows suit and runs up the stairs after him, tucking her hair into her coat. She looks at the wall of fire and her eyes widen "Oh shit..." She tries to keep up looking for an exit.

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Guivre rolls Dexterity + Athletics vs 6 for 6 successes. 2 +6 +6 +7 +8 +8 +9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->

Guivre goes running for the window, grabbing Angie by the arm as he goes, "C'mon, we're taking the emergency exit." He covers his face and dives through the glass. Alley-oop!

Guivre grabs Angie secure in his arms, as he leaps at the window, his body is covering her, as the glass shatters, he lands with a quick start running towards safety, luck or skill is on his side, as he is on the one part of the house not yet on fire, as he moves quickly, leaping over a bank in the cliff to the other side, where they had parked before coming into the house, right by the gate.

Martha kicks on some speed, then lets the water go once she spots Guivre and Angie to the gate area as she lets go, sure all are clear she runs sure and fast for the gate. She knows what happens when that much water hits heated mental now. "fuck I pulled a Caerus."

The water hits, oil fires plus water equal bad time for vampires, as the water is coming down the fire is spreads quickly, moving towards the house, lighting bushes on fire, and then the souther wall is hit with a large wave of it, lighting the house up, everything is gonna go, quickly it seems, now you can smell flesh burning it seems, there is great trouble brewing in the house, that is already alight, as the fire climbs up the walls, it seems the house was a gaint trap, to kill or make a kindred frenzy.

Wade is definitely done with this fire, and this tree is just about done too. When the water hits and spreads the fire to the house, he’s officially done. He moves for the car. Time to get gone, unless you want to see Wade turn a shade of green you don’t like. He gets into the car, almost ripping off the door and slams it, pulling off the inside door handle. He gives that to Guy. “GO.” He says that very seriously.

Martha moves to the car and and well heads out with all.

Guivre accepts the door handle and nods, "Going."

Angie holds on as she goes through the window with Guy. She has no time to think as she only wants to escape