Seeking Spiders (Closed RPG IC)

The man worked a simple job, his own job. He’d turned his own garage into a laboratory dedicated to researching the ingenuities of animal life forms. Many considered the guy a nut job because, he wasn’t realistically earning any money, his so called research was not bought by anyone, so the man was more or less broke and pitiable. At least, thats what the world thought about him. Anubis wasn’t exactly a normal nerd wasting his life away. He was special. When the call came though, he wasn’t particularly keen on answering, because dealings with @Occult usually only meant trouble.

Reluctantly though Anubis agreed to meet him, because the Occultist had money, and paid handsomely for services. “Which cult?” He wondered and “boat”? There was only one thing that went buy that name, a trans dimensional gateway that could be used to go to places. Anubis busied himself around the lab, trying to finish as much of his work that he could before the man’s arrival.

@Vengeance

Traveling by ley line, the Occultist returned to his home only an hour after his excursion. He'd removed his armor, shaved, and dressed, before heading out. With him, he brought his 'pet,' a Greater Demon he'd bound into the form of a feline. It didn't quite look natural,  
as its essence had changed the form it was bound into, but it remained his loyal companion. The true name of the animal was semi-unpronounceable so he truncated it to 'Maia.'

They got into his car, an old model if there ever was one, and began the drive to Anubis' lab. On the passenger seat the 'cat' sat, and in the backseat a large sack rested. His payment for Anu.



They arrived quickly, and the Occultist disembarked, his companion following. The bag wasn't particularly heavy, so he simply carried it upon to Anu's door, and rang the doorbell once.

@Vengeance

"Thank you for seeing me," the Occultist said, as he entered. "I assure you, I wouldn't have called if the situation wasn't important."

Anubis was many-talented, and the mystic was glad to be able to make use of his services. While someone like a Supreme might be able to master hundreds of specialties and disciplines themselves, the Occultist was limited to but a few. Thus, he had people like Anubis, for divination, and other specialists for similar things.

"The cult is an interesting case. They baited me into a trap, yesterday, but fled as soon as I escaped. I don't know much more about them than that they worship some kind of 'goddess,' but that could refer to any number of groups." As he spoke, the Occultist took a notebook from his jacket, and opened to a blank page. "What I can do, however, is show you the face of their leader, or at least the one who addressed me." With that, huge began to sketch, a simple spell allowing him to translate his memory of the cultist's face into art. It wouldn't quote be photorealistic, but detailed enough for a skilled divine to use.

@Vengeance

The Metropolitan Mage sat back and waited for Anubis to finish his divination. When it was done, he leaned in and listened closely. His eyes widened slightly when the diviner mentioned that the goddess could find them, even through this simple divination. He let Anubis finish, and then collected his thoughts. 

"That's very helpful, Anu. Actionable intelligence is always better than cryptic nonsense. That's why I go to you, and not some other oracle."


The mage made sure to note down what he heard about the Seamstress, and her followers, especially the Bodkin. He'd had encounters with metaphysical beings before, though only tangentially, and he'd never dared to directly defy the will of one.

Then he remembered something else the diviner had said. About the goddess becoming aware of their attempts to find her.

"If she's been made aware of you, that means you're in danger. I don't fear for myself, but there's only so much you can do against the armies of a goddess... perhaps you should come and stay with me. My home is well-protected, and it'd only be until I track down these... 'Bodkin.'"


The Occultist massaged his temples, suddenly feeling ten years older. He took the bag he'd brought with him, and placed it on the table. 

"Either way, your payment."

Occult wrote:"Either way, your payment."

Business is after all business. Anubis took the payment with a chuckle and quickly set it aside without bothering to check. The Occultist was a trustworthy fellow in that regard, never misses on payments, though maybe, he ended up divining more than was strictly on the money.

"Yeah, that goddess would no doubt try to apprehend me, or have me killed for all I know," Anubis sighed. He hadn't encountered such a dangerous entity before in his life. "Let's go to," He said, getting up. There was no time to waste. Life was far more important than worldly belongings. According to what he now knew, the bodkin was transcendent creatures that can cross space/time in an instant if they wanted to. His home was no longer safe.