Rites of Passage (Christopher Bradley) Aug 1, 2018 4:29:54 GMT -5
Post by Gris on Aug 1, 2018 4:29:54 GMT -5
First it was the emptying feeling. Mildred had only experienced something similar once, the last day she draw breath, the last day she counted herself among the living. Not only it was a horrible feeling, but also one that risked making her nostalgic, aching for a familiar pain just because it was known, it was comfortable. Madeline slipped back into her thoughts once more, invasive, for the second time in the last twenty four hours. Mildred just pushed the thoughts of her away like a forlorn lover, not wanting to even give that to an idea of her.
Second it was the arrival, darkness easily ignored by Mildred's predatory nature and her supernatural gifts. Turning to face the house was what made her hiss, unsteady and unwelcome. She didn't need anyone to invite her into a house to enter, but if she had ever seen an uninviting dwelling it was that one. Mildred patted her jacket, finding comfort on the presence of the Captain's gift there, even if she tried to remain calm for now. There was a beauty to that golden light, one that she haven't seen in oh so long, but it had the dangerous allure of a toxic relationship, as Mildred knew well enough that getting much closer to that would hurt.
"So we are at his house" Mildred said, a hint nervous but still hiding her inner turmoil decently. "But is his house still in Gotham?" she added, looking around at the darkness, piercing it with her gleaming eyes, finding comfort in averting them from the light. "Because something quite weird happened here. Besides us, I mean" she sighed.
Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 12/12
Action: General Knowledge 4 to peek around and try to discern how wrong things are, how alien (enhanced vision 3, darkness, heat, distance).
Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 8/12