T - Nako, Xenon, Kitty, and Callypso - Complete

[Kitty]

Finally gaining a bit of composure she straightened herself up after giving her shoulder a few furious licks. That damn bull was going to get them all killed if they let him, and she'd rather not let a brick headed brute do that. Thus she'd have to start being herself a bit more, wouldn't she? Oh yes, it was time to release the inner bitch.

With a huff she made her way past Orin, narrowing her blue eyes and glaring daggers at him as she did so. After a quick look over the scene, nothing that she wasn't expecting really; except for the smell of baking of course, she stuck her nose up in the air in made her way toward the counter.

Something has to be behind that door .... but I don't know if we want to know what it is.

Of course this was said as she was making her way to that glorious glass case. Gore and blood be damned, all this nervous made her hungry and..look! chocolate! Mmmm, comfort food. right, they could have whatever they wanted, she was taking that chocolate pumpkin.

Might as well eat, I'm sure Mrs. Lovett would want to feed the ones after her killer.

And with that she stuck her head in the case and sunk her fangs in that lovely piece of chocolate. Was that a little aftertaste of orange she was getting? Delightful.

[Nako]

What a disappointment. Orin gave a long sigh when he found the room completely empty. And bloody. He wrinkled his nose at the mess, and even more so at the tracks. Avian. Not hooves at all. Ugh… what a dumbass, he was.

"Ooooh no, you won't find me eating those." These freaks still thought he was somehow looking to seek some… "Justice" for these Lowlanders. Did they deserve to die?

…. Orin was still struggling with that. But he sure as shit knew he didn't want them cooking his food. The fact that a Lowlander worked here cooking food was disgraceful enough in itself. Snorting at the lot of them, he ignored whatever disgusting fate they would await themselves by eating such tainted food…

But was something still cooking? Had the woman really been ganged mid-pie baking? There was something almost funny about that. Kind of sick, too. Huh. No. He couldn't allow himself to feel sympathy for dirty Lowlanders. Idly, he began to sniff and walk around the kitchen. Maybe they'd find something to open that other door, or locate that cooking oven. Maybe… it would be a kinder thing to set this entire area ablaze so that the Lowland filth could be cremated. That way, at least no one would have to clean it up.


Karrock swayed uneasily as he walked carefully into the room. Empty.. aside from further signs of murder. Then again it wasn't surprising considering the massacre they'd seen outside. Eat? At a time like this? Karrock was terribly torn..

But Ms. Lovette's pies were literally the finest in the Capital. He scooted a little closer to the neatly set out food. For having the entire place torn asunder, it was funny that these had been left untouched. His stomach growled. Well, these could truly be the -last- pies she'd ever made. What a commodity! Unable to help himself, he grabbed a meat pie in his claws and brought it messily to his face.

[carcinoGeneticist]

when nothing came rampaging out, Kelsier decided it was safe to go in.

Well, after the others, of course. His fur was still bristling oddly, but that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Especially not with the sights that awaited them in here. He gave the Bull a sidelong glance, wondering how he would respond to the gruesome scene - regardless of his feelings towards Lowlanders, there was just no denying it.

Whatever had happened in here was murder. That was all there was to it.

But the idea of eating... Food? He stared, open-eyed at the other feline and the weird looking bird-thing. Then he glanced in the case. The food did look good... With a quiet sigh, barely audible through his mask, the long-necked hybrid picked up the rice cakes, tucking most of them in beside his air-tanks and nibbling lightly on one as he looked around the place. For some reason, the Bull was spending a lot of time investigating the blocked door...

"If I was a murderer," he commented, licking some crumbs from his whiskers and putting the mask back in place now that he was done eating. "I would hide the evidensse where it would be hard to get at." He sniffed at the counter, then put his paws on it. "Help me move it. You're a Club, missss." He looked at the other feline, the words a direct statement about how he intended for her to help. He also looked at Orin, slit-pupiled eyes narrowed.

[Kitty]

That bit of chocolate was a little refreshing, and it did some things for her breath as well .... she was certain it hadn't been all that fresh after losing her lunch all over the cobblestones earlier. It gave her mind a little time away from the present situation, made her feel normal again and she appreciated that even as she was licking it's remnants off her claws.

Of course when the surroundings, and the situation, sunk back in it caused her fur to bristle all over again. Damnit. Oh but wait, she was being addressed?

Her tufted ears perked up at Kelsier's request. Well, hopefully the counter wasn't too horribly heavy cause she wasn't exactly the strongest Club out there. She flicked her tail after muttering under her breath, not really knowing if anyone heard it or not, about how she'd probably need some extra help to knock it over. It looked pretty heavy ... and she couldn't see any place to get a good grip on the bottom either.

She stood on her hind paws, placing the front too on the counter, and activated her ability after making sure she was positioned in the right way not to end up hurting herself, and gave it a good shove, putting in everything she had behind it.

Hopefully they'd find something and wouldn't simply be defacing her shop even more like a bunch of hooligans.

Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, she can carry up to 50 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. She is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period.

[Nathalia]

((Dear me...Mrs. Lovett was a good cook, yes...but some of these things seem to have been for her more magically inclined clientele...))

Chocolate Pumpkin: This decadent-looking treat is just sitting
on the windowsill! Whoo!
Free treat!
Upon being consumed, the SD will find themselves able to, once a day,
exude the scent of the treat they just consumed for up to three hours.
The smell will be incredibly pleasant, even if the person smelling it
isn't a chocolate fan.
Once a week, this SD is now able to utterly obliterate their own scent
from any scene and any trails she might leave or have left from up to
three days ago. Anyone trying to sniff them out, even if their blood
is at the scene, will not be able to detect them via sense of smell.

Fluffy-crusted Pie: This pie was sitting on the counter and
looks far fresher than anything else in the shoppe. It's tiny too,
like a mince pie and can easily be popped in the mouth, of slipped
away for later...
It smells amazing.

If eaten: This SD will now find themselves capable of, once a
day, causing one person within 50 feet of them to become
desperately hungry. The victim will feel horrible pain in their
mid-section and bizarre things will suddenly seem like a good idea to
eat (such as shoes, leaves, random mushrooms...) in order to stave off
the famine-like starvation.
However, using this spell will make the caster appear terribly
emaciated for a full 3 hours after casting it.
If this spell is used more than 5 times...something very strange may
happen. PM the Admin, should this occur.

Rice Cakes: These cakes taste oddly like caramel wrapped in seaweed...eew. Once eaten, the SD will find that, once a week, they are able to cause 8 of the same...bizarrely tasty cakes to appear in front of them. These cakes will feed a person and keep them full for an entire 7 days. Happily and contentedly.
They cannot be sold though as any of these cakes given as an exchange for money will cause the eater to then fall into a two day coma from which nothing can wake them and they cannot be harmed.

((The Club strength was a wonderful idea and they seem to have been able to shift the counter away from the door...the baking smell is stronger and quite delicious...savory and wonderful...what's down there?))


~Nathalia

[Callypso]

The acid in Emery’s stomach curdled further as they made their way over the threshold, the remnants of the smashed door jutting out at odd angles from the doorframe. In the center of the shop lay a pool of blood that was just beginning to congeal around the edges and large, avian tracks accompanied by bloody drag-marks lead out the door. His feather’s bristled as he eyed the reddened footsteps. He could only hope that Mrs. Lovett had died before they’d decided to lop her head off and display it as the gory warning that it was. Well, if that’s what it was. You didn’t need a staked head to know to stay away from that carnage.

He tore his eyes away from the footprints to survey the reactions of his companions. He wasn’t sure what to think. Everyone had their own way of coping with the odd circumstances – Orin seemed his usual haughty, aloof self, Karrock was still following the crowd and Kels seemed resigned. Alohilani, though, was attempting to take charge of the situation. The Ace would have smirked had the atmosphere not been so grim, but it was kind of interesting to see the Selkie transform from vomiting on first sight of blood, to shrieking at a loud noise, and now she had her nose in the air! Well, at least she was being pro-active, right? Emery raked a claw through his mane. The day’s events so far were already enough to make a Card go bananas. He couldn’t blame any of them – he was just glad that he wasn’t alone.

His thoughts were interrupted when the Selkie made to grab what was left of Mrs. Lovett’s wares behind a shiny glass case. His stomach lurched again.

You guys go ahead. I’m not really hungry.

Normally, Emery would have jumped at the opportunity for a free meal, but not this time. Mrs. Lovett probably wouldn’t have wanted her last goods to go to waste, but he just couldn’t do it. He didn’t want his last memory of one of her delicious pastries to be associated with her horrible death.

The Ace surveyed the room for further damage – surprisingly, the place wasn’t completely leveled. Huh. It definitely looked as though the place was searched, but for what? Mrs. Lovett didn’t strike him as a hoarder of secret treasures. She was successful but not wealthy by any means. Had she done better, she might’ve moved her shop into the main Capital and away from the Outer Bazaar. Ordinarily, a petty thief could be counted on to loot a place of its valuables, but this situation was decidedly different.

Once again, his thoughts were interrupted as Kels and Alohilani managed to push the large counter away from the door. A moment of guilt caught him as he hadn’t helped remove the item – he wouldn’t have been much help anyway, but he was sure the gesture would’ve been appreciated.

Ah, sorry guys. Great job, though. Hang on.

He darted back through to Mr. Todd’s and grabbed the solitary candle from the back table and returned to the others. He looked down the darkened staircase as wonderful smells wafted toward them from below. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and turned toward the others.

Shall we?

[Kitty]

She was actually a little surprised that the desk had moved at all, wow.... maybe she was a little better at this then she thought? then again, she'd had help but... still, it moved! Tufted ears perked forward as she peered down into the darkness. Well, that was certainly interesting wasn't it?

She turned her attention to the bull, and flicked one of her ears to the side.

Why don't you take the rear? If someone tries to come at us from behind, your hooves are the best defense.

And there was less likelihood of him getting them killed back there as well, but she was certain he wouldn't go for that reasoning. And then the Ace was back, with a candle? Well, good thinking, at least they'd be able to see. Too bad they didn't have a Spade to lead the way, the candle would simply have to do.

You've got the light, you lead the way.

[Nathalia]

((A sudden explosion of steam and gasses erupt from the basement...along with quite a lovely scent, and it washes over Karrock and Orin!
They wobble for a second and then slowly keel over, dead asleep.
Good lord!
Was that a defense mechanism?

The area opened on to a steep set of stairs carved into the rock beneath the street. They lead down for a good two minutes before reaching a large, dark cellar, lit only with the glow from a large, fiery oven in the far corner of the room.
An enormous meat-grinder sits prominently to the right and it smells a bit...off, even though the powerful smell of baking is keeping it mostly at bay.

The cellar itself is full of nooks, crannies...and an awful feeling of dread...
Good luck.

Upstairs, in the other shoppe...something creaks...))


~Nathalia

(Nako, have them join back in and wake up whenever you're able to play.)

[carcinoGeneticist]

Ew, maybe the rice cakes hadn't been the best idea... The initial flavor made Kell's stomach churn awkwardly, but as he continued to munch, he was struck by a strange realization: They weren't actually that bad. He blinked down at the remnants of the food, licking his lips and then finishing it up, licking his whiskers. Not bad at all. A moment after the last crumbs were gone, he was struck by a secondary realization, this one a realization of power.

...Well. Wasn't that odd?

Feeling emboldened by his treat first off and their success at moving the heavy object aside secondly, Kelsier slipped into line behind the freaky little Ace. That was an odd thing - but then again, tonight was a whole night of odd things, wasn't it? It was time for them to head down below, and hopefully figure out what the burning smell was coming from -- WHOAH!

The feline mix yowled his surprise as a sudden burst of steam came from the now open door, enveloping Karrok and Orin. Eyes wide with fear, the boy pinned himself against the ground - the two boys had gone down hard. Were they... dead? Slowly, he crept forward, giving their still forms a sniff, then yelped when a sudden breath from one of the pair caught him by surprise. "T-they're okay," he commented, giving Orin a light prod with a paw. Dead asleep. "Do you think it'll be safe to... leave them here?"

Regardless of the feelings of the rest of the group, Kell knew they couldn't wait. He shook himself off, willing his nerves back to the steady calm he'd been feeling before, and turned back to the now open door. It didn't seem like there was any more steam ready to blast them and put them into that same sleep. Down the stairs they went. With his mask still undone, the boy was able to smell the odd miasma down below, and he wrinkled his nose. Ugh... That just didn't smell right. He glanced around, his eyes immediately falling on the oven.

Oh! The burning smell!

Quickly, he loped over to the appliance, frowning into it. Why had it been left on? For that matter, how was he supposed to shut the stupid thing off?! He started to look around, reaching his paws into dark nooks to see if there was anything that would help them to keep the oven from torching the whole building. Nothing he found seemed to be at all helpful - there was a dessicated mouse carcass, a broom handle, some weird skittery bugs, and a cast-iron fire poker. Maybe he should look inside the oven? Carefully, the boy opened the door.

[Kitty]

She jumped when the steam erupted and washed over Orin and Karrock, her fur puffing once more. She simply stared at the two still forms until Kels relayed the news that the two were alive, just unconscious. That was somewhat good news, at least she hadn't watched two people go from alive to dead in a matter of seconds. Too bad they simply didn't have time to drag the two with them. Besides, the bull looked heavy and she didn't fancy dragging it around with her.

Well, at least he wouldn't be the reason they all got killed in this state, that was a blessing.

They kinda... look dead. I'm ... pretty sure they'll be fine.

She headed downstairs with her two remaining companions and paused at the base of them for a moment. What a strange room! And.... so eerie. She put her tufted ears back and took a few steps forward, taking in what she could of the room. Well, Kels was headed toward the oven to check that out so maybe she could check something else out? She looked at Emery and nudged him lightly with her shoulder, she needed him to come with and light things up a little more with the candle.

Hey emery, bright that little candle over here and lets check this thing out ... what do you think it is?

She was more curious then afraid now. The feline had never seen anything quite like the grinder and peered up at it with a bit of awe. How did it work? Did you need someone, or something, just as big to operate it? She pawed at various places on the grinder, shaking her foot and making a face when she touched something sticky, and moved on til she found a part that had a little give when she pushed on it. Hey, maybe this was what made it work? What was it? A button, a lever, a handle, a figment of her imagination? It was too dark to tell. Hell, it might even be a cobweb. Wouldn't that just be hilarious?

She pushed on it again, giving a little more force behind it just to test her theory. If this didn't work she'd starting looking all over again and kept an ear pointed toward Kelsier just in case.