Dusk Rainblade
Minister of Misanthropy, Duchess of Westisle
Staff member
Minister: Misanthropy
Fortuna Survivor
@Neame Grosvenor
(First three posts are a scripted prologue, but from there, it gets into the first official thread for Occult Division! Anyone with an interest in the creepy, kooky, spooky, and ooky can happen upon the scene at that point, or come with Nutty to investigate the break-in)
The sound of breathing was harsh and tinny in the mask, the field of vision restricted by the thin slits which barely allowed the beast to see the back door to the apothecary's shop. Heat swelled on their face with every harsh breath, the stench of food rotting on their teeth filling the enclosed space and pushing back the snapping cold of night. The door was bolted from the inside, but that was not a problem for them. A black-gloved paw pulled out a dark, flat stone, placing it on the door near the frame until it stuck. Then, dragging it away from the frame, a small scrape sounded as the bolt followed, leaving only faint scratches on the frame of the door.
The gloved paw pulled the stone further until it lifted away easily from the door, then tucked it away. Carefully it turned the latch, moving slowly to avoid any telltale clicks or creaks, and pushed the door open. The back hallway was dark, only a dim flicker of firelight at the end illuminating the door to the room on the left. The mask and its restrictive field of vision bobbed slowly as the beast crept in, dipping as they surged smoothly toward the door at the end, left half ajar. They paused, gloved paw on the door as they heard a sound from within. A beast, awake. Not the plan. Slowly, trying to make no sound, they edged the door open, only to freeze when it loudly creaked.
(First three posts are a scripted prologue, but from there, it gets into the first official thread for Occult Division! Anyone with an interest in the creepy, kooky, spooky, and ooky can happen upon the scene at that point, or come with Nutty to investigate the break-in)
The sound of breathing was harsh and tinny in the mask, the field of vision restricted by the thin slits which barely allowed the beast to see the back door to the apothecary's shop. Heat swelled on their face with every harsh breath, the stench of food rotting on their teeth filling the enclosed space and pushing back the snapping cold of night. The door was bolted from the inside, but that was not a problem for them. A black-gloved paw pulled out a dark, flat stone, placing it on the door near the frame until it stuck. Then, dragging it away from the frame, a small scrape sounded as the bolt followed, leaving only faint scratches on the frame of the door.
The gloved paw pulled the stone further until it lifted away easily from the door, then tucked it away. Carefully it turned the latch, moving slowly to avoid any telltale clicks or creaks, and pushed the door open. The back hallway was dark, only a dim flicker of firelight at the end illuminating the door to the room on the left. The mask and its restrictive field of vision bobbed slowly as the beast crept in, dipping as they surged smoothly toward the door at the end, left half ajar. They paused, gloved paw on the door as they heard a sound from within. A beast, awake. Not the plan. Slowly, trying to make no sound, they edged the door open, only to freeze when it loudly creaked.
