[center][h1][color=000000][b][i]Alma Grim[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[center]September 20th (Day 1)
Grim Family Home, Mt. Jigger[/center]

[url=http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m382/aisherlock/fd31ddf53d9fda464dd3cd0461e07abd_zpsunf4voxs.jpg]Revan[/url] stopped her on-foot trek in front of the old Grim Family mansion. She always took in it's visage before entering this forsaken place, and never could help but wonder why anyone would want to live on a plot of land that was so tainted with the very essence of evil. Of course, it was to keep said evil at bay. Be closer to your enemies, and all that. But still, the constant spine chilling feeling could drive the very gods insane. But perhaps Solus Grim was already insane, so it didn't really matter.

The veteran Reaper took a deep breath before stepping forward. She really hoped Alma was here, as being greeted by the Caretaker of the mansion was still unsettling. Far more unsettling than Alma ever was. With that in mind, she walked up to the front door, and knocked. Silence. She knocked again. The sounds of moving feet finally stirring within the dreaded walls of the place. [i]Click Clack[/i]. The Locks opened one by one, until about after 8 more locks were opened. One of the massive metal doors slowly drawn back, revealing a hooded figure. "Oh, it's you..." Revan let a sigh. It was the [url=http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m382/aisherlock/1504698424866246980_zps6vdk2gns.jpg]Caretaker[/url], the guardian of the house. With nothing but a shovel, this thing managed to kill one of the monstrosities hidden within the Vault. A truly impressive feat for a creature made of Necromancy.

Some would say a worthy guardian. Revan would call it a freak of nature. Deep down, she fears it.

It's face was nothing but grafted skin, with a small slit for a where a mouth would be. As the thing talked anyway. All it did was moan and make gurgling noises. At least it was a good gardener. Kept the place in shape. She gave it that.

"Is Alma home?" Revan asked the creature. It shook its head, and produced a monotone moan. "Would you know-" She stopped herself and realized. "Heh, even if you did, you wouldn't be able to tell me..." Sighing again, Revan turned around, only to almost jump at a figure standing a few feet away, a big black eye staring seemingly into her soul.

"Must you always frighten me, Alma?" Revan asked, barely containing her surprised face. Alma always had a habit of being a silent observer of exchanges. It practically left her completely unnoticed in any room, invisible to everyone until they finally noticed her presence, sitting somewhere in a dark corner staring at you with an animalistic curiosity.

"[color=000000][i][b]You only frighten yourself, Revan.[/b][/i][/color]" She had a point. One fears only what they themselves deem frightening. Alma walked slowly past Revan, visably grimacing, clutching her torso, where a human heart would have been, if she even had any semblance of humanity. Resting her gauntlet covered left hand on the door, she paused, the hair covered side of her head, facing the Reaper in inquiry. "[color=000000][i][b]Why are you here, Reaper? I think Father would be disappointed if you weren't out there doing whatever you Reapers do...[/b][/i][/color]"

"That's the thing... Solus is gone. We can't sense him..." Revan stated, her worry evident in her tone.

Alma blinked, processing Revan's words and their implications. Her constant stoic, emotionless expression always made Alma difficult to read. Well, impossible actually. "[color=000000][i][b]Since when?[/b][/i][/color]" She finally asked.

"A week, I think."

Alma blinked again. More processing, thinking, tying recent events together. Something clicked in her mind, making her head tilt as she stared into empty space. After a few moments of silence, Alma finally spoke. "[color=000000][i][b]We have a problem then...[/b][/i][/color]" She turned to the Caretaker who was still waiting in the doorway. "[color=000000][i][b]Collect my loadout, I will be leaving again.[/b][/i][/color]" The being nodded in acknowledgement, silently sliding away out of view deeper into the building.

Alma stepped away from the door towards Revan, her ever stoic face in full view. "[color=000000][i][b]Where have you last sensed him?[/b][/i][/color]"

Revan's reply was simple and direct. "Heaven."

"[color=000000][i][b]Then that is where I shall go...[/b][/i][/color]"

"But the Guardians have quarantined it. You can't possib-"

Revan was immediately interrupted. "[color=000000][i][b]I can pass through just fine. They know who I am.[/b][/i][/color]

Right at that moment, the Caretaker appeared in the doorway, with a small assortment of weapons of strange design. It took a few steps towards Alma, presenting her gear with a bow. Taking the alien firearms and attaching them to their holsters, Alma gave the Reaper a curt nod before beginning walking back down the mountain again.