☼ nine ☼

[punkblaze]

[In some uncrowded area of the Plane somewhere, things are pretty quiet. And plain. And empty. ... Until just a second ago, anyway. Because now, there's a building here - a stone, Victorian-looking thing that, while obviously sturdy and structurally sound, does look like it's been... left alone for a while. There are cracks in some of the windows, plenty of dust to go around, and some of the accents seem a little worn. Nothing a little love wouldn't fix though, right?

There's also a redheaded punk standing on the porch, staring at the front door. He's quiet for a moment or two... but then he laughs - a little incredulous, but mostly excited!]

Hey no way, that actually worked!

[He grins, leans against one of the posts at the top of the stairs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He looks pretty pleased with himself, all things considered. For good reason: this is going to be the best project ever.]

Wonder if Emil's here anywhere...

Comments

[spiritofadventure]

[Well she ain't Emil, but colour Castor impressed! She gives a low whistle as she approaches to investigate.]

Nice shack, fire-head.

[desertdaggers]

[oh, wow. Hawk lets out a whistle, leaning back to try to take it all in.]

Just like that?

[perfectpartner]

[Just as keikaku, Emil is walking around with a chimera on his head. He doesn't seem to notice. He does, however, notice the GIGANTIC BUILDING APPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE.]

Wh-whoa!!

[But Eithan is standing in it so that means--]

You found something we can use?

[docinawall]

[Doc is scrambling backwards so fast that he trips and falls over himself, tumbling away from Eithan] It's trying to crush me!! [he flails his arms from his place on the ground]

[betrayedtwin]

[North's up in the highest point of the Coliseum doing a bit of target practice when he sees that building suddenly appear in the distance. He nearly drops the clip he'd been about to load into the sniper rifle when that building caught his eye. It kinda looks like how he always pictured the kind of house where ghost stories and such would take place. Hefting the sniper rifle up with ease, he has a look around for any signs of life or of anyone who could be responsible for bringing it there, and he does, indeed, see movement. Deciding this needs further investigation, he quickly makes his way over, slight wary of what he may find. Surely nothing could show up on the Plane without a reason, right?]

Hey, anyone around? [He asks while watching his motion tracker...]