Topic: Testing the Fence

Elseth al Nakada

Date: 2007-12-01 19:04 EST
It is at night when a figure, cloaked, masked, and dressed entirely in black, approaches the manor at Grayskull Lane. It does not take the driveway up to the main gate, but approaches at an angle, picking its way carefully through trees and over brush.

For several minutes, it stands quite still, a goodly distance from the gate and taking cover behind trees from the perimeter wall, in case prying eyes or other means now only passingly familiar to it are watching.

The cloak shuffles quietly, and a hand clad in a black leather gauntlet finds what it seeks. The river rock is tossed up and down several times, as the graceful hands get a feel for the weight. It is tossed upwards once more, snatched out of the air, and cast very quickly at the entry panel for the main gate. Passing in front of the camera before it impacts with the panel.

Action taken, the figure waits silently for the reaction.

Wolvinator

Date: 2007-12-01 19:37 EST
The rock was thrown with a decent amount of skill as it struck the lower level of the entry panel. Nothing broke, nothing was damaged, and if anything it looked as though it just bounced off. From what the on-looker could tell, and from published news reports, the Grayskull Estate certainly had it?s own defense system, or? did it? The person was definitely quite a distance off, so if anything had ?happened?, it was hard to tell at the distance.

There were large gates surrounding the entire property, quite large even, well over twenty feet. There was definitely more to this structure than one could just simply test it.

Image is nothing.

Image is everything.

It all depends on who and what you are.

Elseth al Nakada

Date: 2007-12-02 13:42 EST
It would appear the figure has nowhere else to be tonight.

It bends and collects six more stones, and begins to count. On every thousandth second, another stone is thrown at the panel. The timing is quite precise with error of only a few seconds in the first three throws, and yet no pocket watch is ever withdrawn from the black cloak.

After the sixth and final throw, the black figure waits another one thousand seconds. It remains still, content to watch and wait. Patience is a virtue, after all.

Wolvinator

Date: 2007-12-03 10:02 EST
Persistence.

Time.

It seemed that this figure didn?t have anything better to do this evening. Each stone struck an area of the entry panel, bouncing off in various directions depending on which part of the stone actually struck. But from the looks of things, it was apparently a waste of time. It was like throwing rocks at, well? anything else; a board, a wall, the ground. Nothing was happening at all. In fact there wasn?t even any sign that the objects made contact with the panel. There wasn?t any sign of scuff marks or dirt, and certainly no sign of damage.

The only thing that could even be considered ?odd? was the final rock thrown. Maybe one would lose track after throwing so many in close intervals, but the final rock either didn?t make contact or simply disappeared into the night. There were more than enough bushes and shrubbery around that it could have easily found its way in there. Besides that, it seemed that nothing was being triggered or even alarmed? at all.

Elseth al Nakada

Date: 2007-12-03 10:20 EST
What would have been missed by normal eyes is seen all the more clearly by this dark figure, thanks to the depth of the night. Security at this particular manor was tighter than supposed. How very... interesting. Still, it remains for almost precisely one thousand seconds to look silently for the sixth stone from its vantage points in case the vision was deceptive.

Then, as abruptly as it arrived, it left. There were other places to see, defenses to be tested, people to watch, and a prayer was whispered that no thieves would have their hands removed tonight.

It was not what had been expected... but there was something to be learned from this, all the same.