“Bah, fine” She walks off in one direction.
Quincy thinks he can hear two sets of footsteps in perfect sync on the path Cheary took.
Q: (Probably just her shoes. Peasant kind. Louder.)
Sam decides to head outside the clearing to see if he can detect any people nearby.
S: (Yes! Two! On separate paths, though.)
Sam runs right up to Quincy, mutters something like “dongodatwae” and passes him.
Q: ( The fu-) AH!
Right in front of him, he sees a man wearing a bowler hat and jesters mask where he was going to go, right hand outstretched towards him. Nothing below the mask is visible.
Quincy very quickly runs back the way he went.
Che hears the running and rushes back with two metal bars that arn’t dowsing rods with a pack in her cloak that seems to crackle
A groundskeeper rushes towards them. “What jurisdiction do you have to be here in the middle of the night?! And what’s with all the screa- huh?!” The figure pushes him out of the way, accidentally touching his face. “And what are YOU doing?!” He rushes after jester-face, who turns another direction. “Wu?” The figure is gone from sight. The groundskeeper then runs after the child and man he saw running past him.
The groundskeeper, with immense strain, pulls the rods off of his stomach. “You shouldn’t of-” He collapses, dead, a horrible grin of insanity etched on his face. Cheary can tell just by looking at him that he did not die due to the shock of the rods.
Out of the corner of her eye, she can see someone wearing a glove try to poke the back of her head.
She turns around and smacks him with the iron bars and shoved them cracking into his temples
(It’s my character Noz.)
The figure flips on it’s back and a note falls out of the hat. “Convincing illusion, wasn’t it? You can get a mannequin at any store nowadays.”