Elite Comic Universe PBP

No cameraman! Third form, farm sneak | 1d20+12 ⇒ 25(is now in the third form)

Galatea under her second guise of Arachnea made her way to the old farm having lots her cameraman a long time ago. She knew what active surveillance was in there so she could adapt and move around it and since most systems were down there would be no bad surprises inside.

Her liquid orichalcum shifted to accommodate the look of her online avatar and she moved closer

The old farm looked plenty old...but active. Machines working even into the night on automated processes it seemed.

Windows were closed and curtains drawn, and doors were locked. There was no sign from the outside (other than the machines) that someone might still be living here.

Signs of activity? Perhaps the coming and goings of agent Forester? Hum...

Arachnea moved closer, staying out of the system's sight. She eyed the windows first, the doors second, wondering if any would have been left unlocked.

You never knew

Failing that and know knowing the layout of what was inside she opted to open a window on the second floor and make her way down from there

The windows upstairs had been opened and closed (and locked) recently she'd be able to tell. One was weaker than the others though and easier to get open. It would be a tight squeeze though, leading to a small library of books

A locked window would not cause much problem to her in this form. She got her tools out and worked on the latch, squeezing in after it's opening.

Walking low, she observed the library to see if anything was relevant to her search before searching for more recent signs of habitation or the computer room.

The library was an odd mix of books, from cookbooks to science fiction to trashy romance novels and poetry and everything in between. They were also in a variety of languages including some in braille. They were not even in any kind of order, and some were even upside down (especially the braille ones).

The door out was closed. There was however the slight hint of a light from under it, coming from a room down the small hall. All doors were closed though, and the occupant in the lit room was awake if busy and not expecting visitors into the old farm.

D3 hearing anything? (Perception) | 1d20+6 ⇒ 19

(Farm sneak! | 1d20+12 ⇒ 22)
Was agent Forester present in the farmhouse? She couldn't be sure but if someone was there they likely had a cellphone or another kind of such device.

The intruder closed and locked the door to the library silently and shifted to her fourth form and reaching towards any device in range.

(does Frozen have a cellphone? or any tech device?)

In the other room, the girl sat on the floor. Papers all around her stacked into different places, with a final pile in front of her covered in pretty poor writing as she made notes from her observations of the day. The only active electronics in the room was a lamp lighting the room - the computer gathering dust and the phone both turned off for different reasons.

The lamp, being the single electric device open in the room, began to brighten and darken in an almost rhythmic pattern. It was too precise to be random or a power failure.

It was some sort of message...or a piss poor attempt at a rave

The girl looked up at the bulb, frowning. It took her a few moments to click that the lamp shouldn't do that and she would get up quickly to turn it off

Arachnea sighed, she had not done this in years.

Allright

She got back into her third form and wrote a note on a piece of paper.

Hello! Sorry to bother you but could you open your cellphone? I think we should talk

In a very quick motion she moved down the hall, slid the note under the door, and exited through the small window to wait.

The girl had (after pulling the plug from the wall) examined the lamp and even peeked out of the curtains to see if something was going on. All the machines were working though.

Putting the lamp back down and turning it on, she turned back...and saw the note. Pulling the door open she looked out, squinting into the dark, before stepping back and picking the note up.

What the hell?

Someone else was here. She took the phone, left the room she was in and closed it, then went to the larger bedroom. Only then did she turn on the phone and toss it to the other side of the room. Waiting for whatever would happen

She waited for movement before hiding the roof's outcrop, shifting back to her fourth form.

This better work

The phone began to ring, caller I.D: Arachnea

There was a small jump, until she realised it was just a phone call. The girl moved over to the phone, pressing both the answer and speaker button before tossing it down again.

"Who are you and where are you?" came the somewhat angry question from the voice of a teenage girl - so definitely not the owner of the farm.

''Hello there. I suppose you are not agent Forester? Well...at any case you can call me Arachnea''

There was a pause

''And to whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?''

"Agent Forester?"

There was a pause, before she realised who they meant.

"No, no I'm not her" the girl replied with a frown "and until I know where you are and your motives I'm not answering who I am. You were or are here, talk to me face to face. Not playing with electrics."

''Well...electronics usually more safe. Distance you know''

A pause

''So, you must be the one who was searching for Eric Gibson on the terminal...yes?''

"Eric Gibson?"

There was another pause, then a small laugh.

"Now it makes sense why you're hiding. Did he send you to find me? Come and try to take me then. I'm not going back to him without a fight though I warn you."

There was a laugh

''Oooh well this explains why you are in an UNJE safehouse then!''

a pause, the tone returned to neutrality

''But don't worry. I don't work for him and I certainly don't want to take anyone against their will. I just want information on him.''

Now there was a longer pause, and she stared that the phone thinking about that.

"If you're telling the truth meet me by the barn outside. Out in the open, so you can escape if you really need to. And I chose to live here thank you, because it's quiet."