All Saints Day

by **Narrator** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:35 pm

Persephone had been essentially dragged back to the infirmary by the crew of Robyn, Nailah, and Sam, almost entirely unresponsive.

Except, that is, when the medics tried to examine her -- when they tried to remove her hand from her mouth, she would kick, fight, and struggle, apparently not fully cognizant of her surroundings.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:38 pm

"Damnit..." Nailah mumbles on the other side of the room before turning to Sam and Robyn. "You said something got into her?"

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:52 pm

Robyn poked around at Persephone's surface thoughts while she looked at Sam, waiting for the more experienced telepath to explain.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:52 pm

"That's what it felt like. Another presence."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:19 pm

"Is it still there?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:21 pm

Samantha probed at the girl's mind, trying to feel things out.

by **Narrator** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:36 pm

Both Sam and Robyn's initial probing would reveal, again, a blankness in active thought -- it's as if she wasn't quite there, or was being held back from actively responding.

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 3:20 pm

"We're going to have to look closer. I haven't done a lot of that."

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:09 pm

"Something's holding her back, trying to keep her from speaking."

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 18, 2013 6:52 pm

"Or she's so withdrawn that it looks that way," Robyn added hopefully.

by **Narrator** » Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:49 pm

For her part, Persephone's eyes barely-- justbarely --kept tracking the movement of the Supernatural Three.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:52 pm

"Well, can you tell anything else being wrong or do I have to try to exorcise her blindly in case something slipped through?"

by **Robyn Delaney** » Wed Nov 20, 2013 12:57 pm

"We could take a look..." Robyn looked to Sam for confirmation.

by **Samantha McManus** » Wed Nov 20, 2013 1:38 pm

"Fully intend to, love. Sorry, didn't mean to imply we're putting this all on you."

by **Robyn Delaney** » Thu Nov 21, 2013 11:51 am

"Meet you on the other side then," Robyn said, leaning back against the wall and fading as she projected herself into the Astral. To Sam's senses, it would probably look more like someone simply shuffling psychic energy around. Her avatar materialized not far from whatever connection Persephone's mind might have to the Astral.

by **Narrator** » Thu Nov 21, 2013 4:49 pm

Robyn would find herself in the midst of a yellow wood, cold, barren, and empty. Two paths diverged here, leading to doors, apparently hanging out in the middle of the nowhere.

The leftmost door had a ratty, torn old screen on it, barely hanging from its hinges. It had definitely seen better days -- better weeks or months, most likely.

The rightmost door was ornate, laid out in gold and jewels. It looked heavy as hell.

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 10:23 am

Robyn stood in the fork, regarding both doors. "Something's definitely set up semi-detached if not actually attached," she projected back, hoping that got through to at least Sam, but trying to let Nailah know as well. "Ornate door, gold and jewels. Mean anything to either of you?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 1:29 pm

"Not particularly, no."

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 1:48 pm

"Second door is screen only, kind of ratty and off-the-hinges, I'm thinking that may be her right mind and probably the best place to look first."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 1:56 pm

"That sounds a bit like the door to her home. I wouldn't necessarily say she likes it there, so this could go either way... Be careful."

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 2:11 pm

"Other one could be aspirational, or it could be a construct."

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 2:16 pm

"I'll check the screen first. The other door is closed and I'd rather not try to force it at the moment." Her avatar hefted her walking stick and moved towards the screen door slowly and carefully.

by **Narrator** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 5:42 pm

As she got closer, sounds could be heard coming out of the screen doorway...sounds of leather striking against something repeatedly, and some cries.

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 6:21 pm

Robyn relayed this to the other two and moved to go through the door, being careful to disturb as little as possible.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 6:25 pm

"Should have gotten here out of there..." Nailah mumbles to herself.

by **Narrator** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:27 pm

The scene was not pleasant, though it perhaps was a welcome change of pace from the horrors of the basement.

A man--her father?--was standing in a beatup, broken down kitchen, with dirty dishes piled in and around the sink, the wallpaper peeling off the walls. He was wearing a wife-beater and ripped blue jeans, with his belt in his hand, bringing it down across the back of a young girl, repeatedly. She was whimpering.

THe light was provided by a swinging bare bulb, putting everything into light, and shadow, and light, and shadow...

by **Robyn Delaney** » Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:44 pm

Robyn wasn't able to give more than vague impressions of this. She moved around, studying the memory carefully to see if there was anything 'off' about it.

by **Narrator** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 12:34 am

The shadows...something clearly WAS off about it. Hard to tell with the bulb swinging like that, but there seemed to be more shadow than would be justified.

by **Robyn Delaney** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 8:54 am

Robyn reached up to stop the bulb from swinging, trying to reinforce the light. After a moment, she settled on feeding it with curiosity to see if that would improve things.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 1:32 pm

Even with just vague impressions Nailah can piece two and two together and she clenches her fists, claw-like nails digging into her palm.

"I was right there. I should have done something." she hisses.

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 1:33 pm

"This thing thrived on shadows. It could be hiding within her..."

by **Narrator** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:41 pm

Robyn stopped the bulb.

Despite only one light source, the man had two shadows.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:48 pm

"That wasn't anything hiding. That's a waste of a human being and I know exactly where he is." she snarls.

by **Robyn Delaney** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:51 pm

"Even a waste of a human being doesn't have two shadows," she frowned, sheathing her staff in a glowing fairy light as she attempted to shed more light on the shadows.

by **Narrator** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:57 pm

The second shadow, with more light, seemed to grow larger and larger....and to stop in it's tracks, rotating slowly to turn towards Robyn's avatar.

by **Robyn Delaney** » Tue Nov 26, 2013 6:39 pm

Robyn brandished her staff in front of her avatar, "I think I've found something."

by **Narrator** » Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:29 pm

And something had found her, the shadow lurching forward to reach for Robyn's throat!

by **Robyn Delaney** » Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:32 pm

Robyn brought the staff up to block, the light on it flaring. She said (thought?) something in Shelta that was, well, rather crude, but fit her mood at the moment.

by **Narrator** » Tue Dec 03, 2013 3:19 pm

The shadow thing raised it's arms to block the light flaring off of the staff, but it was sent back into the wall behind, dissipating as the light shone over the trailer.

That didn't stop the shadows BEHIND her from reaching out, though...

by **Robyn Delaney** » Tue Dec 03, 2013 7:11 pm

Robyn cursed as the shadows grabbed her, flailing her staff behind her to try and ward off the shadows. Yeah, definitely found it. Could use some help!

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