House Party

[Sage]

There was nothing on the dark web that The Emissary did not see. Nothing was so well protected that it could not see into it. Might take a little effort on their part, but they would always see.

The missive of a party under obfuscation drew the Emissary out. So many souls to touch and enlighten to The Ways.

Armed with the shadows themselves, The Emissary donned the dark cloak of its guise, black jeans, belt, glove, and combat boots with it signature neon mask that spoke to exactly who they were. The party was in enemy territory, but it didn't matter. The invite had gone out to all who might enjoy such a night. And The Emissary would not reject such a fine feast.

For the seedy neighborhood the place was newish looking -- at least on the inside. And the moment they stepped across the boundary on the street several blocks away they knew that the enemy knew they were there the fine line of power under the cold hard ground was curious and clever. The Emissary wondered how it had accomplished the feat. But walking into the house, everyone else knew they had arrived.

Those standing in the door moved without prompting. Those standing in the small foray parted as they climbed the stairs. It was like Moses had come to part the Red Sea. Hushed whispered followed in its wake. They could feel the eyes on their back.

An unmasked blonde man stood in the door and did not move. Didn't even look their direction when they stopped. Anger grew. Lights flickered nearby.

The blonde turned, and saw them. "Oh sorry. My bad."

There was no mask, just a pretty face and a voice...

Its voice was gravely and low -- unused most of the time. It took concentration to make it work. "You should wear a nametag at least"

The man looked abashed but now it could continue on their way and didn't care about the man with the silky voice any longer. They almost turned back to look again. Almost...

The crowd parted.

A man in a horse mask put his hand on its shoulder. "Got anything, My dearest Emissary? I'm buying."

It nodded and waggled a single finger to beckong the horseman to follow. A quieter place to deal in the chaos.

The way was easily forged if one knew how to guide the flock.