⇨ INTERLUDE: A Continuation

[ringleaders]

Who: The Ringmaster, all Supervisors, and any rule-breaker onlookers.
When: Twilight on D40
Where: The woods surrounding the grounds.
What: The Ringmaster found something threatening and has decided to share it with her supervisors.
Warnings: Wannabe satanism.

CATCH A FALLING STAR↴ The Ringmaster waits for all of the Supervisors to arrive before continuing onward. She doesn't say much about what they are doing as they wait for everyone to arrive, simply explaining that she has found something concerning that she needs to show them. Once everyone is together, she will lead the pack into the woods - with or without any snoops who may be trying to follow after, against her wishes. The forest is far more accommodating to her than it is to anyone else who tries to navigate it. Instead of getting wound in circles by its path, and running into dead ends, it's as if the trees have moved themselves to intentionally create an easy path for her to follow. It's stretching into the twilight hours as they travel, and various phosphorescent flowers and pods have begun glowing among the leaves with the shift to night, faintly illuminating the way. The sun is low in the sky when they arrive at the spot, still present but swiftly fading as its light cuts through the trees in beams. They reach an area that is not so much a clearing as it is a small space, tucked away between trunks and branches. In the center of that space lies a large, black mark, cut into the earth like a ritual sigil. The dirt and rock is blackened along its lines, and all plant-life within a few feet of its presence has died out completely. As the dark approaches, the black of the lines will seem to paradoxically glow, as if the void within it somehow creates a light of its own. The Ringmaster kicks a few last leaves off of the mark - it seems that she's been clearing away mess from this spot already today, and indicates the digit with a snarl of disgust. "I told you I was cursed!" she insists, putting her hands on her hips.

Comments

[periphrasing]

"...Alright I'll bite. What are we supposed to be looking at?" Peridot says cautiously, eyebrows raised slightly.

Seriously. She's got nothing.

SANS AND PERIDOT GET EXPLOSIVES

[osteothropy]

They appear in the Supervisor Grove, mostly because Sans wasn't one hundred percent sure where Peridot would need to go to do this. He did know he'd rather leave the meeting immediately, however. Let's see how little he can do while on this diversion.

He shrugs a shoulder at her once she's had a moment to re-orientate herself.

"No offense, Peri," he says. "Wasn't saying it'd be your bombs to do the job... just think that destabilizing a ritual space has good odds of causing magical fallout. Not that I know anything about demons."

Creeping sneakers

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock had heard the message on the public channel and his interest and curiosity was instantly peaked. He was a detective, he was always a nosy sort of fellow and this sounded particularly juicy.

He waited until the supervisors had started to leave and gather, and he followed them as quietly as he could. Being covered in green scales actually did wonders when it came to hiding in the woods, and he was rather miffed at how easy it was for them to go through the woods. The last time he'd tried it was a complete and utter disaster that ended up with him being turned into a chameleon for a length of time. He was back to normal--well, as normal as he could be in this place, plus it wasn't like he didn't escape completely unscathed--a frown as he pursed his lips, all too aware of how different his tongue was now.

He hovered closely but not too close, enough to hear conversations clearly and see through the leaves of a bush. Now to observe.

long range creeping

[kingsroads]

Strange had also heard the message on the network and wanted to see what was up. The problem here was, he's still recovering from getting shot earlier. Like a pesky thing like 'getting shot' was going to stop him, however. Especially since ha ha, all supervisors includes Zecora, there's no one to help push him back to needless things like 'bed rest.'

After traveling via mirrors to pick up his silver basin (and then realizing yeah, no, we're staying back in the medical tent, even that little bit of magic exhausted Strange more than he realized, maybe bed rest isn't a bad idea), he filled the basin with water, and cast the proper spell. Show me Joker. It would be easiest to view his supervisor, after all, that's the man that Strange had the most contact with. The spell worked. Through the water, Strange could see Joker and the other supervisors, looking at a large black mark in the ground.

"What on Earth is that?" he asked aloud, to nobody in particular. The problem is while he could see them clearly, hearing their conversation was another story. He has absolutely no idea what's going on.

So hey there medical tent, there's an unkempt and exhausted magician just staring straight into a water-filled basin. You know, as you do. And if any supervisors feel a little tingle on the back of their neck like they're being watched? Straight up this guy. Likewise, if any supervisors have the ability to detect magic being used, it's not like Strange has done anything to hide his traces. There's only three magicians in London, after all, he's not entirely used to people realizing he can spy on them.

[predaconchow]

[Somewhere in the trees nearby, there's a shitty crow watching all of this.]