Imani shakes her head. "You know, I've met a lot of self-important dudes in leather chairs in the past couple of weeks. Every single one of them has talked down to me after either trying to kill me or asking me to kill on their behalf."

She reaches out a hand to Virgil, who hops onto it and clambers onto her shoulder. "I'm thinking it's about time I got a chair of my own."

She turns around and, using her MoMF to change into a wholly inappropriate outfit to wear in a priest's office, click-clacks out the door. 

Virgil pats Imani on the neck, “Kiddo, don’t be rude to the priest. Though a chair would be good...”

Imani flicks the stone monster on the snoot. "Quiet, you. I'm hungry- wanna help me ask the City to find a decent place before the others come out?"

With that, Imani and Virgil exit. Sarai and Oz remain for the moment.

Caster looks around the office, still in ethereal form. He doesn’t fully trust the motives of this priest. 

Sarai just nods to Father Popov and follows Imani out.

Father Popov nods in return to Sarai, “We will be in touch I’m sure, moy dorogoy.” He opens his book once more, reading scriptures to himself as he was before.

However, that barely took half an hour to accomplish, and so, not much time has past. The masters of the other servants are no doubt preparing their own plans. What is yours?

Alright, a plan has been established. In the short moments that you take to form a plan, Sarai discusses a locale that she had learned of from some birds toward the start of your... vacation in Jerusalem. Given Allison Margrave’s apparent penchant for necromancy and other forms of magic, then it is possible that there may be a connection between the two. If there is, then perhaps you’ll even find Archer and put an end to him. 

Oz clicks an imaginary key fob in his hand as his car gives a sharp honk and pulls in front of you all. He turns and, with all the coolness he can muster, “Well, lets get going. I ain’t afraid of no ghosts.” He then hops in the driver’s seat, “Caster, you and Assassin should be able to keep up with us, follow behind and make sure that nothing gets near us.” With that, it is safe to assume you all bunch in. The shotgun seat will of course be decided by combat. No? Alright then.

With no time to lose, the Feyrrai peels out and speeds down the evening streets, under the watchful eye of who knows what.

You have about thirty minutes to plan and prepare.

Caster obeys, staying invisible as he drifts behind the car.

During the drive and planning session, Sarai switches to hybrid bird-person form, and meticulously checks her gun, wanting to be sure she knows it with its changes. That means she's in the back seat, cause it's a long gun.

But she does want to have a plan before the group arrives at the shrieking shack. "I will be most effective at a distance, we should consider staying outside and letting the Servants make first contact. But if we have to go into the building, you both should rely on your Servants for protection. Keep them close. I will support you as best I can."

"What do we know about the place we are going?"

Imani shrugs. "You came back to the hotel the other day with some local gossip about a haunted mansion. I think if there's something legitimately spooky there, then it's likely Margraves' place. It's dollars to donuts that lady ain't dead, and I'm guessing the Archer will be with her."

She purses her lips. "That guy can see for a mile and shoot even farther. Sarai, I think you should split off before we get too close; he might not see you before you get a chance to take him out that way. Take Virgil with you so we can stay in contact like before. We'll let Dream and Caster get all close and cozy with Mr. Tree Arrows, and Oz and I will hunt down the totally not dead necromancer."

She leans her head against the cool glass of the window. "Or it's just some old lady's mansion and we'll cause a big ruckus for nothing."

The warlock reaches out to the City, to Uptown... but there's nothing there. Whatever power she had to simply summon the genius locus of a place seems to have deserted her for the moment. 

Sarai nods, approving of the plan. “Do not forget that if you lead him inside or away, I can’t shoot him.”

When we are near, she will split off to find a sniping spot 200’ out with a view of the building. She will Stealth there, then Hide in Plain Sight (per Ranger skill for +10 to Stealth) then lay in wait with her rifle aimed and Ready. Cloak and Goggles are on.

The team splits up at that point, with Sarai being a good distance away from the house. Through her scope and enhanced night vision, However, the house is still beyond her 60 foot night vision, so things are still a bit hard to make out.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team continues to drive forward, ready and anticipating an opening barrage from whatever is in there. However... nothing seems to happen. There’s no opening salvo, no massive counterattack. The car simply pulls up to an eerily quiet home. Yet, as you pull up to the house, Assassin speaks up, “Master, I think something saw us... it was on the roof, but moved before we got here.”

Sarai also saw something, but she’s 200 feet away and you wouldn’t know that.

Sarai will whisper to Virgil, “Something winged was on the roof, lost it, trying to reacquire...”

She will scan the area for whatever she saw.

Perception at disadvantage for darkness? 22

Whatever it was, it is no longer anywhere that you can see.

To Virgil, “Whatever it was, it’s gone now. Tell them to be wary. More wary.”

Imani scowls. "Fine, let's do this, then. Oz, you stay with Dream and me. Caster, time to go Casper. Scout what you can and stay in touch with Oz. Dream, you stay invisible, too. Lead the way in front of us and keep your eyes open for traps."

She stretches and her clothes shimmer and change into gothic dia de los muertos attire, complete with half skull mask. "Well? Let's ring the bell."

She steps out of the car and approaches the front door.

Sarai focuses her scope on the party, with a shot held at the Ready, magic rifle humming gently.

As both Assassin and Caster enter the house first, they feel a palpable sense of pain and anger in the air. However, the house itself is dark and quiet, aside from the passing groan of weathered wood. As Imani and Oz draw near, they see that the front door is slightly ajar. The lock seems broken, oddly enough.

The inside of the mansion, were it not so creepy, would be a testament to classical architecture. The entry foyer as a dual-sided staircase to the upper levels and fine wood accents the entryways. There is, of course, the inescapable stench of death that hits the humans as they enter. Something died here recently... or a while ago. One of them.

Dream lazily walks in, gazing eyes-closed at the surroundings. She puts a hand to the bare part of a wall, testing the boundary. Some places had barriers against servants passing through solid objects. The golden child runs a finger along the wall as she tests.