Shadow of the Opera - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
14/9/478
Log
Lightning crackles through the air of the cold night, shedding light on the otherwise dark streets of this area close to the harbor where the mysterious building is located. From the the outside it does look utterly abandoned. Wooden planks have been nailed across the windows and no light can be seen yet. The front door is closed, though what seems to be hastily removed planks of wood lie to its side.
Despite the poor weather overhead, there can be found a lynx slowly making his way through the backstreets of Firmament. Mind focussed on business just concluded, he only stops when this building of note stands before him. Uncertainty suddenly grasps the feline, as he decides to hold back and observe for a few moments.
Natska gives Cass'arm a small squeeze as they reach the mystery theater, her head tilted and ears perked. "Hmmmm. I think this is it. It doesn't look that strange yet though."
"Probably just some urchins or something playing around after dark, if you ask me," Cassidy says, hugging Natska's arm in return as she leans against the jaguar. "But I suppose we'll be finding out, huh?" She adjusts the collar of her dress, keeping her umbrella at the ready to shield from any inclement weather.
The nurse shark doesn't seem to mind the potential for inclement weather, though her gear reflects preparedness: an oilskin coat and a creator wetsuit. It's her normal gear, though. She is unarmed at this time, but two different water elementals (A bog standard elemental and a wisp) accompany her as she approaches. She's curious mainly, since it might be spirits but it might also be hooligans. Either option interests her.
Aruc strolls down the shadowed streets, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the shadows around him for any dangers. He stops as he notices a small group infront of an abandoned building, curious he approaches the bunch and greets them, "Hello there strangers, what seems to have caught your intrest here?"
Lightning hits something realtively close by and the thunder puts strain on everyone's eardrums. After the flash of the lightning there now is light in one of the windows in the back of the building. Wind whips about the assembled beings and around the building as the front doors break open, as if they were expecting the group to enter.
Reginald cowers for a moment in response to the lightning strike, cursing under his breath. As the entrance reveals itself, concern fills the feline - something seemed ... off. At this current time, he keeps an eye on each member of the impromptu group, making no attempt to hide from them, yet choosing to maintain some distance.
The jaguar's ears slowly stand back up, having folded in response to the thunder crash. She stares at the door for a long moment. "... dramatic." Then she glances over at Cassidy, and heads for the entrance.
Cassidy winces a little at the clap of thunder before moving for the building. "Let's just get in, before the storm somehow gets worse or something," she murmurs closing the umbrella as she crosses the door. "And yes, plenty dramatic. Maybe it's an actual -play- that's going on. Though odd season for spooky plays."
The light and sound momentarily overwhelm Cirra, but she shrugs it off soon after, curious about the open door. She walks up, poking her head inside. Her elementals stay nearby, alert for danger, though being mathemagical constructs they do not have any investment or interest. If clear, she enters fully.
Aruc shrugs at being ingnored the other. The wolf sighs and follows inside, if only to escape the rain.
Only moments after thee group as entered the foyer of the building the doors close on their own behind them. A quick check gives away that they are thankfully not locked. The foyer is relatively small, with a staircase leading up and a huge, double sided door that leads further in to the building. While the building is not is disrepair it does seem like there has nobody been here in ages. This is quickly disproven however as the booming sounds of an organ are heard loudly throughout the building.
Despite his better judgement, this cat lets his curiosity get the better of him, quickly slipping through the doors to join the group, before they close themselves. It is then that Reginald begins to regret his decision. With little to no natural light making its way in, and an unsettling noise emanating from deeper into the building, this lynx reaches into his pocket and retrieves a crystal, that, when pressed, begins to give off some white light, hopefully offering some illumination to the local area.
Natska holds still in the foyer, only turning enough to eye the door behind her. The fur on her neck bristles and she rests a hand on her sword's pommel, then looks over to Cassidy and raises her eyebrows.
Cassidy nods at Natska, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "It'll be fine. Keep on your guard, of course, but... If they were bandits or crooks, I doubt they'd be making their presence so known. I still maintain that it's probably just some urchins or vagrants trying to have a little fun."
The sound of the organ is strangely relieving to Cirra, since the sound of music, even eerie, is still music. She shrugs a bit, then takes a moment to cast a spell to protect herself and the others travelling with her.
Aruc looks around the area, the haunting music plays through his mind reminding him of his childhood. he mumbles aloud as he stalks through the dark and dingy halls, "Ahh what a wonderful nolstalgic feeling this situation brings." he then looks to the others, "I am known simply as Aruc, what may I call all of you?"
The music continues to play, forming an eerie, yet beautiful melody. A booming voice sets itself above the sounds of the organ, "Is it true? Do I have guests? Welcome strangers, welcome! Come in and listen!"
Reginald lets his light crystal hang down from the front of his jacket, attached by a short chain. Taking a moment to look about himself, the lynx stops dead upon hearing the voice speak. Hand instinctively reaching for his sword, the feline, however, does not draw it. Instead, he peers in the direction of the call ...
Natska's ears perk and she looks around again, then calls out. "It seemed like we were invited in, and it would be rude of guests to turn that down." She smiles, then moves further into the building, looking for the organ.
Cassidy checkes one of the knives under her sleeve before nodding. "Yes, it would," she says, moving after the jaguar. "Should be interesting to see what's going on, at least, hmm? I'm curious now."
Cirra gives a wave to Aruc, signing to him, not speaking. <I am Cirra Stormborn.> She hopes this catches the wolf's attention. She keeps her wisp close, relying on its mathemagical glow. She earperks at the voice, curious, but unable to respond until within visual distance.
Natska blinks, then looks over at Aurc for a moment, and gives him a quick smile and a nod of the head. "Apologies, I was... enthralled. I'm Natska Solacious, and this is my wife, Cassidy." She grins, then nods at Cirra. "Cirra."
Aruc grins and nods to natska, he then turns to cirra, trying in vain to decipher her hand movements. "Im sorry... Cirra, I don't know what that means... perhaps you could write something down?" he the continues ahead, "Well, let us meet the lord of this lovely estate, shall we?"
