Owner	Pose
Natasha Cranston	Brooke Harris has been moving up in the world lately. Not just everyone gets invited to join Alpha Flight. The downside of that, of course, is increased attention and scrutiny - her name (or at least her alias) becomes known to more people, which can be annoying. But the phone call she received this evening wasn't from a fan or a would-be hanger-on; it was a voice she'd heard exactly once before while its owner almost casually wiped the floor of a warehouse with a crowd of drug-crazed berserkers.     "I require your assistance, if you're willing to help." followed by a location in Brooklyn and a time. No explanation of what, why and how...
Brooke Harris	Yin is... more used to calls like that than she cares to admit, though there's usually a bit more background involved. She arranges things and makes sure to be there, with some other business rearranged for later. Maybe she can check up on a student later. She sits quietly, observing the people around, less noticed than you would expect but well.. just some bored student sitting around doesn't draw much attention. Even if the 'bored student' is wearing a costume. Her senses are extended, tracking people and examining the chi in the area quietly.
Natasha Cranston	If she hadn't been looking, and if she didn't already have an idea what she was looking for, she'd have missed it. But she still remembers the last time she encountered the Shadow, and how she couldn't directly read their chi but still notice its presence by the way other chi became occluded in their passing. As a consequence, when shadows ripple and twist until a tall, black-clad figure is standing next to her, she's not surprised.     "... Thank you for coming," the Shadow says as a taxi pulls up to the curb next to them, the driver leaning back to open the door.
Brooke Harris	Yin stands, following you as a handful of people notice her now that she isn't acting quite so inobtrusive. "Of course. Always happy to help. I'm sure you have something interesting for me to see, here; what can I do for you today?" She smiles keeping her senses openned out and studying your posture and movements casually. Reading you quietly.
Natasha Cranston	Oddly enough - or perhaps not, when she thinks about it - nobody seems to pay much attention to the two costumed individuals boarding a taxi. The Shadow nods once at the driver as Yin closes the door, and off they go.     "Someone appears to have altered the feng-shui of an entire city block to divert the attention of anyone who might want to investigate," the Shadow begins as the taxi pulls smoothly into traffic. "My sources were able to tell me a chi adept should be able to read the traces left behind to find the source of this... Distortion."
Brooke Harris	Yin oohs, rubbing her hands together. "You do know me so well. I haven't encountered any serious geomancy in a long time. Hmmm.." She's not a feng-shui master, but she starts thinking of what it might look like from her experiences in China. After a little bit of silent thought, she ventures, "That must have taken a lot of power to set up. Probably a lot of mirrors and things like that too. I remember working in the home of a feng-shui master before. It felt.. a bit distinctive."
Natasha Cranston	A nod. "My source implied that a working of this size probably means at least one death is involved," the Shadow replies as the taxi continues on. Judging by the glances the driver is giving the rear view mirror, he's definitely listening to the conversation even if he just as clearly would prefer not to know about it. But he does seem to know where to go, as he turns at the next intersection...
Brooke Harris	Yin holds up a hand suddenly. "Stop the car. Something is off here." She shrugs her shoulders and relaxes down, tilting her head. A slow breath in, then slowly out. "Let's get out. I want to take a look around." She slips out of the car and looks around, not really focusing her eyes on anything. She lifts a hand and sort've vaguely gestures around, trying to get a sense of the feng shui of the place - or at least what it SHOULD be.
Natasha Cranston	The driver only looks at the Shadow for a moment for confirmation, then upon getting it obediently stops to let both passengers out. "Impressive," the Shadow murmurs even as the taxi drives away again, just one more cabbie looking for fares. "The effect doesn't become noticeable until about fifty meters further." They indicate an intersection just down the road. Almost as if on cue, a police cruiser drives down the road only to make an abrupt right turn as it hits the intersection, while other traffic seems entirely unaffected...
Brooke Harris	Yin puts her hand on her chin and starts looking around. "Normally, the main flow of chi should run through.. there. But I don't.. Hmm.. Where did it go?" She starts wandering along the street, searching quietly for the new flows. "Oh where, oh where has my earth chi gone..?" She stops and slowly moves through a series of stances, trying to think of how this might be working, then looks back at the other person who does misdirection here, considering, and starts walking in a direction that seems promising.
Natasha Cranston	Most of the lines are where Yin would expect them to be... /mostly/. One lateral line seems to be arching further than it should. And that in turn alters /those/ paths, and that means there would be something "pushing" it somewhere... /there/...     The path of distortions and faintly visible chi traces lead her deeper into the city block, the Shadow's silent footsteps accompanying her as she moves.
Brooke Harris	Yin follows the lines in. She pauses, examines, and touches a street sign that is just slightly skewed from its normal direction with a silvery sticker on the back, then looks down through a storefront mirror and frowns.. She continues on. "Look for mirrored things that don't belong. And.." She kicks some of the wood chips out of a tree planting along the street, until she hits a chunk of black rock not native to the area, "..things like that." She starts hurrying more, moving closer to the center of all of this. "We're very close." She looks around, slowing and looking back and forth at the things nearby.
Natasha Cranston	It's hard to read the expression of someone when only their eyes are visible, but the way they narrowed just before the nod was probably a frown clearing up into understanding. "These objects are distorting the... 'Chi paths'?" the Shadow asks.