She sighed, looking over it. "I'm such an old woman now," she thought about it. She's been in this body for a good 500 years now. She was well over a thousand at this point. Rolling her eyes, she turned away from the mirror. "At least I'm a sexy old woman." She looked through her clothing and picked out a pair of black tight pants with knee high laced boots, a white lace button up shirt with a black, leather corset and a red, velvet coat to go over it.
"Dashing," She winked at herself before hopping out of the closet. Now, she had to see where she was. "Ah... Germany..." she nodded. Probably somewhere out in the fields, away from most civilization. "What year is this though..." she took some dirt from the ground, licking it. Ah, 1963. What a great year! Back two forms ago, she was a rocking hippie around this time. She laughed at the thought.
She decided to go see how things were doing, heading down the road to the closest town.
Having set a random course as soon as he had recovered his TARDIS, he had since discovered that he had landed in 1963 Germany. Not too far from some place named Nordenham, but he didn't much care where he was. So long as there was somewhere serving alcohol, he was well suited! He hadn't been much for the good old drink in his previous incarnation, but this form couldn't resist the odd whiskey.
Pausing in order to be sure his motor skills were once again in check, The Hunter moved with a confident swagger as he made his way to where his map had said this Nordenham was. He had also picked up some local currency from the TARDIS, although he'd had to back track once already as he had pocked euros instead of the marks that they would be using at this point in time. Germany was apparently split in this era, so he really hoped that he'd gotten it right this time. Still, the temptation to start a ruckus was pretty strong, but causing injury or death to fairly innocent parties would be pretty bad. Even by his standards! Perhaps he should turn back and triple check the currency?
Deciding she'd get a drink she stepped toward one of the bars that was near by. Trying to figure out what it was she was in the mood for, she heard some people fighting behind her. She turned herself around, noticing that some kids were yelling at each other for whatever reason. "The spirits are going to be angry! We need to make the sacrifice"
What kind of kids talked about sacrifice! Shaking her head, she turned back to enter the bar, sitting down quickly and ordering a tequila. She could hear some chatter about strange things happening at night, such as monsters, and shadows lurking, and she found that to be a little suspicious. "I'm sorry, what's going on?" she quickly turned to one of them.
"Dark spirits roam through the streets after sunset! They try to steal the children!" a man frowned. Demory raised an eyebrow. What in the world was going on here? My TARDIS always knows where the hell to drop me... she sighed, shaking her head.
Sitting quietly with his glass, he began to hear talk of sacrifices and monsters. He raised an eyebrow as his interest became piqued, for if any of this was true then he had work to do. Just can't catch a break, he thought as he downed the remainder of his beverage in one gulp before standing from his stool. A woman had already requested more information on the matter, and he approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he did so.
"Sounds like my kind of thing darling, fancy checking it out?", he asked in his best sultry tone. He should really know better than to involve random people in something that could potentially be extremely dangerous, but then there was something about this woman, something familiar...
"An awful lot of running to do... an awful lot of investigation," she spoke firmly. "Sounds like my kind of evening," she grinned. "I'm Mistress. Came from a long way aways to see what was going on here, but I didn't expect anything like this," she held her hand out to shake his.
Upon shaking his hand though, a man entered the bar looking distressed and holding a child's toy in his hand. He turned to everyone whom was now in silence and watching him. "They took my baby!" he muttered loudly. "Those damn spirits took my baby girl!"
"Now that's my kind of evening too", he agreed before as he took the her offered hand. He was the broken from any further trail of thought as a man burst into the room frantically. Someone was in trouble, a baby no less, and that would never do, he thought as he shouldered his crossbow. Funnily enough, no one had questioned him about that, which was just as well as it seemed as though he was going to need it.
"Well well, looks like The Hunter is about to have some prey", he exclaimed as another smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He then turned back to face his new acquaintance.
"Right, gotta dash. Sounds like there's some spirits around here to down, and I'm not talking about the liqueur!" Laughing lightly at his own joke, he then turned and exited the bar. He hadn't realised just how deathly quiet the streets had been upon entering, but there was definitely a feeling of something being out there. Whatever these 'spirits' were, they'd be sorry for causing a ruckus while he was around!
A thought then occurred to him, and he popped his head back around the door of the bar.
"By the way", he addressed the man who had run in earlier. Can you tell me exactly what happened? He would really need to learn to stop rushing around without first getting the facts. Could get him killed, again.
Immediately heading out of the tavern, she looked around, noticing that things definitely were more morbid than usual in the area. Humming to herself lightly as she tried to think of a plan, she looked up in the sky and then down at her watch. "Well, it looks like we have a couple hours until it's dark out. Until then, we might not find much. To me it sounds like these spirits like to come out to play at night."
Starting to walk in the direction of the residential houses, she found herself making mental notes of different symbols she found that were etched on random areas. Stars and odd shapes. "I wonder what those mean," she murmured to herself. Maybe it was a way to ward spirits off?
After talking with and reassuring the man further, he made his way back outside and stood next to The Mistress as she began to speak.
"Looks like it", he agreed, "but surely we can't just leave things like that? That man in there, the one with the missing child, I managed to convince him I was with the police and he's given me permission to check the room the kid was snatched from", he continued. Psychic paper and a little charisma had seen to that, and whether this woman would accompany him or not, he felt it was important to check the bedroom for clues.