Just a Passing Assassin...

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 Spiral: I brought a checkpoint with me, does it work in here?



Fiddle: Don’t see why not. The barrier seems to be an issue for things trying to mess in here, but we’re already in here. The technology works differently enough at least.

Spiral: If we’re able to get a door open, we could stick it in from one end through the other right? And then be able to warp through safely if things go screwy in here? Might be a lot of work and need backup.

Fiddle: Mm. Maybe. We could for sure at the very least use it to get us back to shelter if we over extend. Place has metal screens for the doors and windows to at the very least shelter us, and I found a storage room that’s also viable in a pinch.



Steady: Honestly it’s all good thinking, Right now at the bare minimum we need to survive the night since we can’t sprint out of radius safely, I don’t think. We have time to explore but not time to walk, not until morning.

Fiddle: Mm…

Spiral: We could visit the old man, or we could check the gated area. Gates are pretty safe from whatever might be troubling here. Person might have a way for us to send a message too…

Fiddle: That’s true, there’s clearly people in there based on the fact that the lights are on.

Steady: Let’s give it a knock and if things go wrong we could retreat or check out the old man’s place. Real talk though, whoever scored this job a danger level of 3 is getting a paycut.

Fiddle: Higher stakes for certain. Hate. No time to waste then.

The three of you step out of the food joint and into the streets, the gated building in clear view of you all.

The entrance has a button and a speaker. Steady looks over to the three of you, hesitant to push. You’re interrupted by a voice.

???: I can see you loitering. I take it you have business- or will we have to escort you away from the property?



Steady: We’re travelers looking for a bit of help, you mind?

???: Travelers? Been awhile since we’ve seen any, though you’re out rather late. It’s quite dangerous…  I must ask my master what to make of your situation. It’s risky opening the doors when the hour of terror is so soon…

Fiddle: More reason to assist, please…

???: Please? Perhaps I’ll put a good word in for you… hang on.

There’s a long period of silence, a good 10 minutes.

You all feel increasingly nervous as the sun continues to sink into the horizon.



Steady tries to give you a smile to the best of her ability and Fiddle looks like they’re on the verge of tears.

Finally the voice returns.

???: The master wishes to talk to you on one request…

Fiddle: O-Oh?!

???: They’re curious about you snakey friend’s attire. Tell…. Um…



Spiral: Him and Her are both fine.

???: Thank you. Ask him about how she came across such a sense of fashion and perhaps tell them some about herself. They want to get to know more about you.