A low chuckle rolled out as they paused at the table. He left the room, steps ascending the stairs 30 seconds later.Ĭonfident he was gone, the oni dropped from where they hid above the curtains. He looked down at the glass in his hand, set it firmly on the table next to his chair. For just a moment, in the shadows behind his favorite chair, he saw a horrible, demonic face leering, its amber eyes burning out at him. He took an instinctive step back, shook his head, then stepped forward, raising the light higher. He held a light in one hand and a sifter of brown liquid in the other. They reached the den, where the last embers of the evening’s fire hadn’t yet died, when the sound of approaching footsteps reached them. A goblet looked promising, but picking it up was enough to determine it was not gold as it appeared. A pair of masks with jewels encrusted in them and feathers sticking off the top. Any shiny bauble went into a sack around their belt. The figure in the oni mask swept from room to room on the first, then second, floors. They listened for any sounds of alarm or movement, but heard only each other’s soft breathing. They crept to a skylight, found it unlocked (the owner clearly expected visitors to use the front door) and dropped into the foyer. The man in the domino mask ignored this, twisting and snipping wires until he gave a thumbs up to the pair on the roof. The man grunted and his head snapped to his right so sharply it bounced off the wall. The cloaked figure’s only response was to reach out and pat him once on the chest. “What? Who are you?” he asked, too surprised by the sudden break in monotony to be more than stupefied. They bumped into the guard just before he rounded the corner. They wore a dark cloak that reached her feet, face obscured within the shadows of its hood. The glow of the guard’s light was stretching its hated, illuminating fingers into view as that fourth member stumbled towards it. He motioned that direction to the fourth member with a sharp jerk of his head.
Looking up, the two on the roof gestured to the corner of the manor. A pebble bounced off the top of his neatly coiffed hair. Meanwhile, the man in the domino mask worked at the circuit box, a small light gripped between his teeth as he examined the different wires. The two covered the last few feet to the roof together. They stayed there a moment, only fingertips and toes in contact with the wall. After making certain they had no difficulties, the one who shot the wire crouched, and in a single jump reached the third floor. He handed it to the other, wearing a red oni mask, who climbed silently. The one who warned of the guard raised one arm and a thin filament shot from the back of his wrist, attaching securely to the underside of a ledge that encircled the roof.
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The two who scaled the walls first approached a spot between two windows on the ground floor, while the other two crouched near a small box attached to the side of the house. Once he moved out of sight around the far corner, the four were on their feet and dashing towards the house. He walked an unhurried pace, whistling to himself idly. All four dropped to the damp earth, and a few moments later, a single man came around the side of the house. He stopped when one of the others (wearing a mask entirely covering their head, all black except for two large white ovals where eyes would be) raised their arm. The largest of the four, wearing a simple domino mask which did nothing to obscure his solid jawline or his wavy brown hair, began to step into the open. Trees stood in silent vigil on either side, and the four moved swiftly and silently among them until they reached the edge of the woods, the house nearly within reach. A cobble-stone path ran from the gate up the hill.
Each turned and offered a hand to one of the others and all four were shortly on the manor grounds. Two leapt to the top of the wall in a single bound. Four figures approached, each dressed in dark clothing, each hiding their face. Hundreds of yards downhill from the house a brick wall encircled the property. Finally, it halted, and after a few minutes, was extinguished. A single light was visible through the windows, moving slowly from room to room like a restless ghost. On the south end of town was the notable exception, the large manor seated on a low rise overlooking everything else. The port town was nothing special either, not even very intelligently laid out, small shops and homes scattered in haphazard patterns of oddly branching and angled streets and dead ends. The island was small, shrouded in darkness as clouds shielded the moon.
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