Mechanical Rampage [OPEN][MULTI]

She was really loving this change of scenery so far. It was just so amazing when magic was out in the open like this. People still got a little weirded out if she was overly obvious about using her blood, but walking up a wall? No biggie. Go for a night stroll and not run into anything? Been there, seen that.

And the nights were spectacular in their own way. Stars and city lights and no one to yell at her if she stole or broke anything. It definitely made for a nice change, and the minor reminders of her childhood that came with darkness weren't really bad either. She hadn't hated it there or anything, she'd just been bored. There were only so many tunnels to prowl, and small communities got to know each other and each other's stuff too well.

Sionnach prowled through the dark, dressed in enough black to cover most of her pale skin and her hair caught up under a hood. Stalking through the night called for hoodies sometimes, after all.

And then someone screamed, but her ears couldn't place it. It was her eyes that excelled in the dark, and she couldn't see sound.

She could see movement. She held still, watching the shape in the distance. It was still far enough up the street to be a little unclear, even if it might as well have been midday to Sionnach. Hm. It certainly wasn't moving like a pedestrian, or like someone reacting to that scream.

Seemed interesting. The goblin continued forwards, keeping a careful and curious eye on her surroundings.

Aedan wandered around at night, using the light of his phone to illuminate a paper map of the island. He had plans to make the largest construct ever attempted by a Corletts. In the process, he was leaving marks all across campus and the city. He only had two left to place. He tried to light up his modified spark gloves again, but the contacts weren't working right. He made a mental note to fix them when he can. After a final attempt, the spark revealed a figure further down the sidewalk, moving in his direction. "Hello? Anyone there?"


Korite went for a late night stroll to help keep himself calm and collected. He was having trouble with his sight that day, and had to uses his cane for navigation. He was certainly not a fan of having to use his cane for traversing, but he had no other options. It was a surprise he heard the sound of metal hitting the ground. It seemed to have a strange rhythm in it's pattern. Then he heard the scream.

There was a magic section of town. An actual, real, magic section of the town.

Which, actually, seemed a bit redundant, seeing as the town was on an entire island dedicated to magic. But still, normal magicless towns had business and residential and tourist districts; Ryan supposed magic just clustered together for a similar reason. And either way, magic was still really awesome.

He hadn't actually found the magic area until the stores were all beginning to close, but that didn't bother him too much. He could still peer into windows and look, and it wasn't like he minded the dark. Or the walking into things. Much.

...Okay maybe he should find a street with a bit more light to wander around on.

Or there was screaming. Maybe he should figure out why there was screaming.

Ryan turned slowly in place, but he couldn't see particularly well, and the scream didn't immediately repeat itself. It seemed to have come from somewhere more or less ahead of him, though, so he shrugged, shifted to be mostly intangible--which would, at this time of night, mean probably entirely invisible to anyone with similar vision to his so long as he didn't stand in a spotlight. It also meant that the ground started to feel soft; like standing on fresh clay. He gave it an annoyed kick, and started walking quickly toward the general direction that the scream had come from.

What he'd actually do if he found out who had screamed, Ryan had no idea. There really wasn't much he could do. But there also wasn't much that could be done to him, so he couldn't imagine that it would hurt.