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In a dark forgotten corner of the Opera House basement is a shrine of made of bones. Some are ghoul, some are rat, both trophies gotten from two different plagues. Carefully cleaned and shined to a high polish they are assembled into a pattern of weaving. Nestled within a bony cradle is a paperback copy of Spiders and Their Kin (A Golden Guide from St. Martin's Press).

Before this weird altar lies a half circle of tea lights and a mooncake offering. Sitting in front of all this is a tiny dark figure, the flicker of the flames reflected in its eyes. Speaks rapidly in a unknown old tongue.

Tonight was to be the official welcoming of Anansi into the hunter's home. Instead there is a plea for the Spider God's help. The story told of the dancing-girl spirited away by darkness, sadness of those close to her, fruitless searching and frustration.

The hunter pulls his weapon out and lays it down. Prays for the blessing to be put upon the blade that it will taste the blood of the one who took her.

(OOC - Don't need sleep and have access to a glue gun, arts & crafts happen)

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You want Saya to indulge this? >_> she will, just give me the say-so.

Yes!!!

[A spider crawls, slowly at first, then faster across the altar. She had been watching - watching this puppet, because some things merited her curiosity. It stops in front and rears up slightly, inspecting the blood.

Slowly, more spiders begin to crawl - out of nothing, out of nothingness, and curl around the puppet. Thousands of spiders now. They sit, and watch]

[Watches them while praying. Ends after the spider hoard has stilled]

Greetings Children of Anansi.

[spiders inspect him all over, then one comes out of the hoard and to the front, onto the blood. They reform slowly, joining together, and a young man steps out of the shadows. He speaks softly, in almost a whisper]

You needed me?

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