Multiversal

Who: Erik Lehnsherr, Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Tadhg MacEibhir
What: Discoveries are made where things are concealed, for fun and profit.
Where: South of the city.
When: Newdi morning (and slightly backdated).

It's difficult to explain to the uninitiated what one should expect from these adventures. Each time Lucius has gone, it's been a little different. A scavenger hunt of trinkets through to warfare with dinosaurs. Upon explanation, primarily to Mr. MacEibhir, he might not have properly accounted for this, and next time may just leave it at: if you have particular expectations, I suggest you leave them behind.

For one thing, Lucius expects danger, but the shape looming ahead of them, seen hazy through windshield and fog, is not the kind of threat that accounts for the defensive charms he has attempted to put on the now serviceable vehicle. It is passive, large, stagnant as a building.

They've been driving for a while. Erik behind the wheel and Lucius has taken his seat in the back, sitting stiffly in a way that is less about posture, more about lacking trust in the metal cage on wheels he tolerates for the sake of these trips. Taking the vehicle out from where it's shacked up in secondhand barn building, headed out further south and into what was almost a wall of dense fog, preternatural in its lingering. Visibility was lost by the time they'd passed their last pasture fence, rumbling over terrain that degenerates from road to trodden packed earth. Lucius is a quiet participant, and if he is leading this expedition beyond simply organising it, then he is doing so with.

Subtlety. Or apathy.

No robes, either. Trousers, a shirt, although his coat involves a lot of fabric, granted. His only weapon, which may seem queer to some in the car but expected for others, is the black and silver polished cane he currently has balanced across his knees, hands rested on it primly. If he usually wears rings, he doesn't today.

Ahead, the sprawling shape is a dark shadow in all the whiteness, laid across their path, man-made angles. Lucius won't see it first, preoccupied with his side of the scenery, where the sun burns from the east, struggling through the encompassing fog.

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr), Cindy and Blink
What: A journey to the fringes of reality for fun and profit. The second trip of others.
Where: The outskirts of Baedal, i.e., the fog.
When: Shundi morning.

They are far out enough, now, and the thick dense fog obscures their surroundings.

That said, there could be nothing to obscure, and there is that sense that although the fog acts as a veil, Lucius would not place money on the idea it hides anything at all beyond its legendary monsters and treasures. They've driven out through farmland until the encroaching mist swallowed the car, a thing Lucius hired with the down payment earned from Snape with the keys tossed to someone capable, and at the sight of some shape made blurred and indefinite, they'd come to a halt. Now, Lucius is (quite happily) out of the vehicle and leaving the door open, his wand out and shining a somewhat useless illumination charm at the end of it, the light doing very little to penetrate the thick fog that presses in from all sides.

Regardless, he points it to the figure. It's an animal of some kind, quite dead, as made evident by the jagged row of exposed ribcage pointing for the hidden sky. It stinks of ruined meat, with a smear on the road where its innards used to be before scavengers-- or indeed, predators-- consumed it. It's an unnatural thing, a six-legged, furred beast with its neck broken and bent, eyes picked clean and fur gone grey. Horns, silvery, wind in spirals from its head, one of them broken perhaps from age or conflict.

"Someone's done the task for us," he notes, just loud enough to be heard, his voice almost tinny in the strange atmosphere.



[ OOC: ONE OF YOU can have driven the car, Lucius cannot. :( ]