Oct 16 12:11:50 106 PA
From Chronicles
Kingsdale - Dregtown Junkyard
If one is searching for a pile of junk, they have found the mother lode. For many years, until the dregs got 'bad' this was where the non-organic waste of Kingsdale was dumped. As such, it an absolutely monolithic pile that occupies the space of several city blocks. One can find almost anything here, providing they are trying to find it so decayed it is worthless. Off to the west is a long line of rusted cars and trucks, of no use to anyone. Most look like they will collapse into dust if one breathes on them. They are piled on top of each other six or seven times high. In other places, there is simply just massive piles of -junk-. Stoves, refigerators, ancient rusted tools, building supplies, television sets.. you name it, if it is junk it is here. Mind you, it is pretty much junk as it has been exposed to the weather for years. The actual 'Junkyard' itself is surrounded by a fifteen foot concrete wall that barely serves to keep it contained, and a set of wrought iron gates at the front have been long broken open. Roughly in the middle sits the gutted and graffiti-laden remains of the electromagnetic crane that used to move all of this stuff around. People still sometimes use this place, and near the entrance there are several smaller piles where people of the dregs take their garbage. Not surprisingly, the area stinks. Nobody goes into the deep junkyard either, where there are rumors of vampires, piles of steel that move on their own and even worse. Indeed, if one actually climbed one of the piles near to the entrance they would see that well in the back of the junkyard there is a large crater that is filled with rusty, brackish water too.... and that the twisted tangles of metal and plastic are even bigger and more decayed than in front.
Weather at Sun Oct 16 12:11:50 106 PA (16.99C, 62.58F): Another mild day has arrived with more rain falling from isolated clouds as they drift along on the lightest of breezes. Despite the chill temperature of the rain, it seems easy enough to avoid.
High noon in the dirty side of Dregtown. Mud and muck is prevalent even before the dump and freshly slick from earlier bouts of rain in the morning. Tirzah wrinkles her nose in distaste as the street takes them downwind of the dump. "Why are we here again?" She asks, now that she realizes the rains were not enough to dampen the stench.
Deciding against walking through the area in full battle armor, Sage has opted for worn clothing that will reduce the notice she might draw a little. Of course, there is quiet confidence in her choice of protectors should things go poorly here. She makes a small face at the smells that come, but otherwise keeps her features mostly neutral. Its certainly not the first time she's smelled something bad... but cities do have a unique way of making smells. "To take a peek... and quite possibly run away very quickly." She replies, adding the second bit with a little humour. She glances towards the junkyard as she begins to open herself to empathic impressions around them. She isn't quite sure whether this is the right time to see anything.
Without so much as a stitch of armor to protect her person, Isabeau happens to be wandering near the junkyard. It's not a typical place to end up, but... it's a place that deserves being peeked in on, every now and again. Stepping into the area, the petite woman pauses, chewing a little on the inside of her lower lip. Giving the bottle she carries in her hand a little swish, the liquid giving a little slosh, she lifts it to take a drink from it before lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug. Then she steps into the junkyard only to find herself not the only one here. Interesting, she finds it, and she starts to walk towards the dynamic duo already present.
Tirzah nods slowly, smirking at the running away part. "Right, you know vampires were rumored to hang out here before, and now something worse has moved in. Better be a quick peak." She notes before the foot steps and wish draw her gaze to Isabeau. She considers the other redhead for a moment with a friend smile, looking curious as to what brought her here. "Two girls no armor, the world is insane." She comments to herself before zipping up her blazer to further close herself from the environment.
"I guess you'll have to be on your toes then." Sage comments, knowing its a little late for her to wring her hands and worry about what might be here. Then, as her senses pick up on the presence of someone else, she glances over to the person and smiles as she recognizes the other woman. "Isabeau..." She calls softly in a friendly tone, while trying to be careful about her voice carrying. << Better that she can now instead of later then. >> She adds musingly to her partner's mind, before pursing her lips. "Now... how to go about peeking..." She comments as her attention begins to shift back to the junkyard. Her hope of watching from afar didn't seem to pan out well enough for her liking... given the surroundings.
Isabeau idly lets the bottle pendulum from her fingers a little, not really caring much if the liquid within sloshes a little against the insides or not. It's lifted again, a drink of the contents taken, and then she lifts her free hand to offer a wave to the pair. Once near enough, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She wrinkles her nose a little at the waft of smell that comes from the junkyard, but doesn't really comment to it. "Strange place, isn't it?" she asks softly, her tone holding a thoughtful cast. A glance is cast to Tirzah, and she offers a wordless greeting with a nod of her head, seeming to accept that quiet voices and sounds are desired.
Tirzah shrugs as she considers the vast junkyard and its mountains of debris. "Could send a phantom in first see if whatever it is takes an interest in it." She offers back to Sage before she decides to take the lead and start climbing up a nearby tall mound. "We can take the highground and observe through each section followed by a closer look." She suggests, her salvaging experience coming to bear.
"We certainly tried to avoid causing something like this where I lived before..." Sage agrees with Isabeau, "City folk." She adds with a little inflection on the words. Then she glances towards Tirzah, before nodding faintly. "No sense in getting a close encounter that could be avoided." She concedes, before considering the mounds of trash. "And, hopefully the footing is stable enough." She adds, unsure of whether she likes the idea of what could happen just with the garbage alone. Then she glances towards Isabeau. "Shall we follow our gracious tour guide?" She asks softly, as she begins to turn to follow the game plan for the time being.
The small redheaded woman tilts her head slightly to one side as she looks from Sage to Tirzah and back again, and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "I could think of much better uses for the land than the stinking piles here," Isabeau comments, her tone holding a thoughtful cast. She seems less shy, at least, offering up her opinion. "Hopefully 'twill be stable enough... but if note, we can help each other up... or down, I suppose," she comments, quirking a bit of a smile. She keeps hold of her bottle, though, then gives a small nod of agreement before starting to follow after Sage.
Tirzah pauses her ascent at a particularly steep and unstable looking tract and takes a look around before drawing her focus into a spell. Even at the mid point much of the dump is now visible. Over on another hill a flock of crows rummage through some more recent detritus noisily, of squabbling over their finds. A soft flash of bluish energy signals the completion of Tirzah's spell and the stop to look to the three strangers with silent glares before resuming their feast. "Let us three walk the winds with you friend." She softly asks the air beside her and immediately she floats weightlessly, shortly followed by the ability being granted to Sage and Isabeau in turn.
It has been a little bit since she's been floated into the air by Tirzah's power, but Sage seems to take it in stride. "I don't think we'll have to worry about helping up..." She notes with soft amusement as she glances to Isabeau. The crows are considered by her as she notices them, but she doesn't begrudge them their scavenging. She air-walks towards one of the heaps for her own elevated perspective.
As Tirzah's magic settles upon her to lift her into the air as well, Isabeau is at first caught off guard by it. Unexpected, it is, though she doesn't fight it being done. She's not used to others doing that to her, and so it takes her a moment before she feels comfortable. A glance is given to Sage, watching her for a moment, and then she looks to Tirzah before giving a small nod. "Thank you," she says, a smile touching her lips. She starts to follow suit, then air-walking towards another of the heaps but choosing one near to Sage. "Indeed, it seems up is well in hand," she comments, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. The crows are noticed, and she takes a moment to look more closely to see what they might be scavenging, but other than that, her attention turns to look elsewhere in the junkyard.
The crows are rummaging through some freshly heaved garbage as usual. The have become quit efficient of stripping the refuse that come into the dump of all organic material in a matter of hours. Leaving most of the piles largely free of unwanted surprises. "Go scout out that clearing for me friend, flee if engaged." Tirzah then tells the air as she reaches the pinnacle of her heap. A few moments pass with no visible reaction save one of the lower piles crumbling to settle a bit more.
Keeping her empathic senses open to those impressions that are unlikely to come from her two companions, Sage simply moves to settle near the top of one of the garbage mounds. Her gaze sweeps about, looking for anything that seems out of place amongst the mounds of garbage. The crumbling noise draws her attention, but she's unsure of the cause.
Lifting a hand, she lightly runs her fingers through her hair, tussling it a bit before lowering her hand back to her side. Her gaze slips towards Tirzah, and she tilts her head faintly to one side at the request given to the air. Unusual, but she accepts it and turns her attention towards Sage for a moment. "What are you looking for, here?" she asks softly, her tone holding a thoughtful cast mingled with curiosity. Easier to look, that way, or so she figures. Having never come into the junkyard, she's unfamiliar with the dangers that lurk here.
"Some new beastie has moved in. Sage wanted to investigate." Is Tirzah's quick reply as she watches the mount the settled below shift again. "The phantom is investigating the rubble." She explains for the girls that cannot perceive the entity. However her attention shifts away from the phantom and the rubble below as some rubble just a few feet from the three of them settles She gazes upon it curiously, not moving.
"I sense hunger..." Sage comments, almost to herself but louder to hear. Her hand reaches back to slip under his jacket to slowly draw out the laser pistol she brought with her. She hadn't been sure what kind of weapon to bring, but at least her current weapon wont be draw more attention through noise at least. "And... I think we're going to be greeted soon." She murmurs, deciding to airwalk backward up imaginary stairs. She figures a little extra distance up in the air couldn't hurt anything.
A glance is cast to Sage, and she quirks a smile. "Just had to find out what it is, hmm?" Isabeau inquires, her voice soft and her blue eyes showing a sparkle of mild amusement to them. She frowns a little at Sage's words, remaining where she stands, and with no weapons on her to draw, she merely waist to see what comes. She sensed it, too, but she falls quiet, lowering to one knee there upon the heap that she had chosen to watch from. Interestingly enough, she still keeps her bottle of drink, taking a moment to take a drink from it.
There is not long to wait, not long at all. From below there is a wail indicating the phantom has encountered something but before any can turn to look several long tentacles spring from the garbage, coiling and lashing to ensnare whoever is withing their 12 foot reach.
Tirzah curses under her breath as a tentacle solidly wraps itself around her leg. The capture is short lived though as she quickly channels her link into veiling herself with very intense heat. The source of tentacle releases a wail of pain and releases her, the singed appendage flipping about in agitation.
Expecting something a bit different, Sage is a bit surprised when tentacles of all things come shooting out of the trash heap. She begins to bring the pistol into position to be ready to fire. Her gaze considers her friends that seem to receive the attention of the creature. With Isabeau seemingly able to get out of trouble, she changes her focus to Tirzah. She begins to aim for the tentacle when the other woman manages to get free of that. "Pull back, it can only reach so far." She suggests.
Watching the junkyard heaps, Isabeau tilts her head slightly to one side, waiting. Something is there, and yet... what would live in a place like this? The wail of the phantom is enough to bring a shiver down the length of her spine, and then there comes the tentacles. "Oh, shit," Isabeau mutters, half under her breath. With it coming up one side of the heap, she straightens to her feet and steps quickly down the back of the heap, keeping her wine bottle in hand. It's not empty, after all. Looking up, the tentacle snakes through the air, and she wrinkles her nose in some measure of distaste. Stepping around to the side, then, she looks to settle in a protected place that gives her a viewpoint of the tentacle beast. A moment is taken to look towards Sage, and she quirks a smile before settling her wine bottle on the wreakage of a carriage sticking out of the heap.
Tirzah jumps up away from the searching tentacles to float in the air with Sage, As she does the debris below them starts to move as the garbage seems be alive. Two distinct arms can be made out as the creature climbs from the trash heap. The tentacles come from where the head would be as the massive armored hulk now stands on the garbage pile considering the three ladies.
When the creature emerges from the trash heap, Sage decides to take her own advise as she begins to back away from the creature. She doesn't turn away just yet, as she wants to see whether the creature will be chasing or just glaring at the ones that got away. She glances towards her friends to check on them. A faint innocent smile is given as her curiousity seems to be satisfied.
Remaining there on the heap of trash and other junk beneath her, she gathers up her wine bottle again, taking a swig of it before eyeing the amount remaining in the bottle. Darn. Almost empty. As the debris pile starts to shift around, Isabeau gathers up her bottle and gets to her feet again, turning to climb up a few stairs of air, just to get herself more space from the tentacles. Taking a moment, she considers the tentacles and if any of them might make a worthwhile target for anything that she's capable of.
Rasputin has, as always been in the Dregs looking for trouble. Well, things that go bump in the night. He is dressed nicely still, but has a bit of different look than normal. Weapons are out and ready. But of course, he is hunting Vampires. He is moving quickly and comes into the Junkyard and looks around to see what he can see.
Tirzah smirks as she recognizes the revealed hulk. "An armored slayer. These guys are predators to most supernatural evil, and usually fairly mild mannered themselves. They don't often hurt humans, unless in self defence, though the encounter can still be quite traumatic. They'll immobilize you and drain your psionic or magic reserves if they can." Tirzah explains to the other two as the creature starts to lope off down the garbage mountain. "Oh shit." Tirzah mutters as she follows its path to see her phantom engaged with a smaller hulk. Instantly she releases the binding holding her entity in this plane before the apparent parent evens the odds.
Sage releases a breath as she realizes the creature doesn't seem intent on chasing them. She glances over to Tirzah with a thoughtful look. "Well, I guess I wont have to worry about innocents getting hurt then." She comments, before gives a thoughtful pause. "I wonder what they'll do if this hunting ground runs dry... or where they came from." She glances to Tirzah with a raised brow as the other woman exclaims before shrugging to herself. "So... anyone want to go for a treat now?" She asks with an easy smile.
Isabeau turns her attention towards Tirzah, raising an eyebrow slightly as she looks between the pair of women. She frowns a little at the information gained, and then she gives a small nod. "That's... bad enough, then. I imagine they'd move to another ground, though it's hard to say where they would go," she comments, her tone thoughtful. She finishes the last of the wine in her bottle, and then tosses it into the junkyard to join with the rest of the trash here. She glances towards the creature, watching it head further into the junkyard, and then her attention returns to Sage. "Oh? A treat?" she inquires, curiosity to her voice.
Rasputin blinks, spies the three above the ground and the things running around. Not sure what they are, he does something a bit more defensive. And with a twist of his wrist and a word mystical sounding word he vanishes from site. In his now, invisible form he draws his pistol and moves around to find some cover. Rasputin thinks, what the heck are these things.
Tirzah shrugs lightly. "Hurt? Not likely, but people with high reserves could definitely find themselves molested about here. They can be very stubborn in getting what they want. I'm prety sure if the phantom hadn't drawn that one off we could have been faced with a pretty tough fight." She adds before nodding to Sage. "A treat sounds good, what do you have in mind?" Meanwhile down at ground level the young slayer shambles off to disappear in the piles of garbage while the parent starts to give the area a once over when it stops looking at the invisible dwarf.
