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[[div style="display: none;"]] [[include :scp-wiki:theme:flopstyle]] [[/div]] [[>]] [[module rate]] [[/>]] [[div class="report-box grey-tint"]] [[=]] ++ ##blue|Dir. A. Stone## is online ++ ##green|PAN.aic## is online [[/=]] [[>]] ##green|Hello, director. What file do you wish to access?## [[/>]] ##blue|Open **Exploration-Log-20180922**.## [[>]] ##green|Opening...## [[/>]] @@ @@ [[div class="log-header"]] +++* Exploration Log **Date:** 2018/9/22 **Exploration Team:** Dr. Gary Coleman (Department of Botany professor, Site-102) **Subject:** The Mastra Estate ---- = **<Start Log>** //Dr. Coleman stands in at the manor's front doors, which seem to be missing handles.// **Dr. Coleman:** //(Muttering)// Hope my key still works. //Dr. Coleman holds a thin, weathered piece of copper. He sighs.// **Dr. Coleman:** Fuck it. It ain't like anyone's gonna care. //His voice echoes across the area as he kicks the doors open. The ballroom is empty, the stairs to the second story lying on the floor in ruin. Dr. Coleman turns and strolls down the left corridor. Two minutes pass and he reaches a chamber resembling a dining hall. Dr. Coleman removes his pistol from its hidden holster.// **Dr. Coleman:** I know you're there. **???:** ##red|Oh but where am I exactly?## **Dr. Coleman:** Left mirror. //Suddenly, the mirror hanging on the leftmost wall erupts into smoke. Once it subsides, a figure, with the head of a cat and adorned with a white suit, can be seen leaning against the wall where the mirror was.// **???:** ##red|You're pretty good, Gary.## **Dr. Coleman:** Your antics are just predictable, Marmel. **Marmel:** ##red|You're cockier then when I last saw you.## **Dr. Coleman:** Welp, I know how to kill you now. **Marmel:** ##red|//Oh//? Then why don't we...## //Marmel claps its hands, causing the footage to become dark.// **Marmel:** ##red|HAVE SOME FUN!## //Lightning crackles in the distance as Dr. Coleman throws a lit match against the dining table. The table illuminates the room, creating drastic contrast with the blacked out windows. Marmel cannot be seen.// **Dr. Coleman:** And so the game begins... @@ @@ = ##green|Opening contextual documentation...## [[div class="journal"]] The main building is vast, taking up much of the estate. I do not know why but I have been weirdly drawn in by this need to investigate this "Mastra Estate". As such I have started to mark down my findings. @@ @@ **LAYOUT:** * First floor * Ballroom * Western Wing * Dining hall * Kitchen * Eastern Wing * Pantry * Study #1 * Game room * Northern Wing * Living room * Maid quarters * Second Floor * Western Wing * Study #2 * Nursery * Eastern Wing * Library * Northern Wing * Family living quarters @@ @@ Although they appear to be catholic, I have spotted the family living in this estate sneaking around at odd hours. During which, they seem to be holding confusingly shaped objects. I will investigate further. @@ @@ __To Do:__ # Investigate the Mastra Estate. # Figure out why I'm drawn to this place. # Get out before I'm discovered. [[/div]] = ##green|Closing...## @@ @@ //Dr. Coleman tightens his grip on his pistol, spins on his heel and fires into the darkness. The shadow of Marmel can be seen dodging the bullet with ease, the hallway now covered in vines.// **Marmel:** ##red|You're going to have to try harder than that!## //Dr. Coleman grunts before dashing into the dark hallway, the footage becomes darker as he moves further from the light. After 5 minutes of darkness with the occasional sounds of gunfire and knife throwing, Dr. Coleman stumbles into the game room, where a small oil lantern rests on a pool table, dimly illuminating the area.// **Dr. Coleman:** Shit. //Dr. Coleman discreetly activates his walkie-talkie.// **Dr. Coleman:** (Whispering) Send in the weapon, over. //He swiftly deactivates the device before it can respond. A painting on the wall sems to flicker and change shape. Dr. Coleman points his pistol at it and begins to walk away. As he leaves the area illuminated by the lantern, a faint dripping sound can be heard in the distance.// **Marmel:** ##red|You're fun to mess with, you know that?## //Red orbs of light fly past.// **Dr. Coleman:** I see you. //Gunfire illuminates the library for a millisecond at a time, Marmel can be seen dodging the bullets. After a 3 second delay, the sounds of rapid sword combat can be heard. These sounds continue for the following 22 minutes. Suddenly, the footage is illuminated by a lightning bolt from outside, revealing Marmel, holding what appears to be a rapier, and Dr. Coleman, wielding a similar blade, to have arrived in a bedroom.// **Marmel:** ##red|You think you can harm me this way?!## //Dr. Coleman does not respond.// **Marmel:** ##red|Not very talkative? Well, try //this// on for size!## //The room erupts in green and red light, causing the footage to cut to static.// @@ @@ = ##green|Opening contextual documentation...## [[div class="journal"]] I fear I recognise the being to which this family worships. @@ @@ Marmel is a demon. Perhaps. Not quite the biblical kind at least. I have seen her once before, at a hand off of power between high ranking officials. Her rabbit like hands guiding politicians with the rot that seeped their brains. Truly a despicable beast. @@ @@ I see them bringing ritualistic materials to hidden rooms. I see the tell-tale signs of decline in their family bond. I see the shifts in the estate's aura as the witching hour ticks past. @@ @@ I cannot intervene yet. I do not know how to slay this creature. [[/div]] = ##green|Closing...## @@ @@ //The static clears slowly, revealing a dimly lit attic. Dr. Coleman appears to be wrapped up in dark vines, which also seem to protrude the attic at multiple unnatural points. Marmel flashes into view on the other side of the room, looking out of the singular window. Nothing can be seen outside.// **Marmel:** ##red|That was fun... but...## //Marmel turns to face the camera. A cut on its face can be seen slowly bleeding, their white suit now covered in small holes.// **Marmel:** ##red|I can't have you killing me. There's still one man I need to play a game with. Until then, sit here will you? I'll bring you refreshments of course.## //Marmel snaps its fingers and a table with a cup of tea at its centre appears in front of Dr. Coleman. Marmel smiles.// **Marmel:** ##red|Drink up!## //Dr. Coleman coughs.// **Dr. Coleman:** Hey, can I ask ya somethin'? **Marmel:** ##red|Sure.## //Dr. Coleman chuckles.// **Dr. Coleman:** Ever wonder what your own blood tastes like? **Marmel:** ##red|Hm, that is an interesting que--## //Suddenly, an unseen object crashes into the building. The feed cuts to static as Dr. Coleman falls backwards.// @@ @@ = ##green|Opening contextual documentation...## [[div class="journal"]] I fear I am too late. @@ @@ They sold the manor. I don't kno who in their right fucking mind trusted whatever shabby bank details Marmel must have made up but... they sold the manor, heck, probably even the whole estate to Marmel. The family didn't even get to leave, they entered the building for "one last meal" and haven't come out since. @@ @@ I need to flee. But I can't. @@ @@ These woods are more vast than before... [[/div]] = ##green|Closing...## @@ @@ //The feed cuts in to show the ballroom, the bodycam does not seem to be attached to anything. Marmel lands at the centre of the room, illuminated by red light.// **Marmel:** ##red|You can't run from me!## //Without warning, a chainsaw blade rips through Marmel's chest.// **Marmel:** ##red|...What...?## //Marmel slides off the chainsaw and slams onto the ground, its body slowly turning to ash and smoke, revealing the wielder of the chainsaw to be Dr. Coleman.// **Dr. Coleman:** I told you I knew how to kill you. //Dr. Coleman pats the sparking chainsaw.// **Dr. Coleman:** I got this badboy blessed by the catholic church. **Marmel:** ##red|Y-you... bitch.## **Dr. Coleman:** Eat shit, demon. //Dr. Coleman drives the chainsaw into Marmel's head, causing it to explode into red mist and covering the nearby area in ashes. The plants around the room slowly start to decay as the red light turns white and Dr. Coleman releases his grip on the chainsaw, now jammed in the ground.// **Dr. Coleman:** It's... finally over... //Dr. Coleman takes a step back before falling onto his knees and quietly praying. By the time he stands, the plants are completely gone.// **Dr. Coleman:** They can finally rest... //Dr. Coleman sighs deeply. As he picks up the chainsaw, the feed cuts to black.// = **<End Log>** ------ **Afterword:** Despite Foundation efforts, ownership of the Mastra Estate is currently in the midst of a bidding war between GoI-012 "Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd." and GoI-102-5 "Cragmastine's Estates, North England Branch". [[/div]] @@ @@ [[>]] ##green|Is there anything else I can help you with, director?## [[/>]] ##blue|Can you schedule a meeting with Dr. Coleman?## [[>]] ##green|Of course. When should this meeting take place?## [[/>]] ##blue|This time next week.## [[>]] ##green|Meeting scheduled for **10:00PM 2018/10/9**.## [[/>]] ##blue|Thank you.## [[>]] ##green|Anything else, director?## [[/>]] [[span class="blinkbar"]]|[[/span]] [[/div]] @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ Director Aurora Stone's gaze moves from the screen to the man in a black trenchcoat that stands on his right, holding a revolver pointed at Dir. Stone's head. "I'm guessing you've got the log open and the meeting scheduled?" The man asks impatiently. "What do you want me to do? I've done all you asked of me." Dir. Stone gulps as the revolver's barrel is placed against his temple. "Plug this in." The man places a USB stick in Dir. Stone's open hand. Without a seconds hesitation, Dir. Stone does as commanded. His screen lights up with file covered in undecipherable black symbols. "What is this?" "Shut up and do as I say. Move the exploration log into that file, now." The man places a hand on the table as Dir. Stone follows his orders. As soon as the exploration log enters the confusing file, Dir. Stone's computer automatically shuts down. The man smirks as he removes the USB and shoves it into his pocket. He walks towards the door and shoves the revolver into his trenchcoat. "Wait!" Dir. Stone stands. "What?" The man does not turn to face the director. "Who are you?" The question rolls out of the director's mouth instinctively. The man froze. After five seconds of silence, he responds bluntly; "Nobody. Nobody at all." Dir. Stone waits eighteen minutes to call security. @@ @@ = //Nobody is nowhere to be found.// [[div class="series-nav"]] [[size 120%]]Nobody's A Rogue Element[[/size]] | OBEAR OMEN » [[/div]]