[ Yeah, wandering home in the dark with only a half-full lighter to guide you probably isn't the best idea. Especially if the streets are full of teethy monsters hoping to devour you whole. But his plans to root around in the unoccupied family house for a shirt did not prove fruitless-- he even had a few stale biscuits from the kitchen, before the lights went out.

But back to the getting home and the I hear things behind me part. He stops to turn on his heels, giving a look back with his cigarette bobbing on one side of his mouth-- this continues for a moment in silence until a sneaky raptor thinks of lunging at his turned back, skidding through his phased figure before receiving a swift a kick. But that just brings the rest of them out. :( ] Figures.

[Revive is out that night. He didn't want to spend the time inside a dark room. He's moving cautiously to avoid anything that's out tonight, having heard people mention about the monsters. He doesn't particularly want to run into any of them. He has a light, but he's staying relatively near the shelter. He can hear the noises of people (or creatures) out tonight. This place was definitely odd.]

Um..... [accidently bangs into something] ow okay so what's going on? And what are these.... monster things?

Does anyone need any help?

[Uther's not going outside, not after what everyone has been talking about recently. He keeps hearing things about monsters and darkness, and although he's watching out a window, he's staying well away from what he perceives as magic.]

This is what disturbs me. This "Acumen" does these things, and we have no way at all to stop it. I would like to form a group of some manner to determine if there is any course of action at all that we can take to stop these random occurances.

[ a scraping sound; it echoes; it carries. metal dragging over concrete -- metal dragging over metal. the footsteps are more muffled, but rigid and perfectly-timed.

the figure passes through Marina's Second District, so slowly. every now and then it pauses, turns its featureless head from side to side, as if looking for something. or someone.

scrape. step. scrape. step. scrape--

silence.

The Watcher sees you. what will you do now? ]

...And to think, I was starting to get worried that these monsters wouldn't be showing up again.

[In contrast to her usual flat monotone, you can hear the maniacal grin in her voice. Along with-- the occasional sickening crack of broken bone, flesh being cut, and monsters' cries.

She's having the best time ever out here, guys]