Sam returns from the Library more shaken than he's been in a long while. He's upset, he's scared, and he's got some questions that need answers. The City has eyes everywhere, What's more, the City sees, hears, smells, feels, tastes everything that goes on in it. Time to get some answers.

He pops a bass-heavy CD into his system and hits play, letting the beat wash over him as he sits down on his couch, eyes half closed, willing the tension from his body, willing himself to relax, willing his senses to open to the true reality.

After a few minutes of this he calls out to the empty room, "Brothers, sisters, hear my call. Bring me answers, bring me knowledge. Tell me what you've seen."

((OOC: Spirit 2 effect to call his Totem. The drum-beat is acting as a focus. If any further information is needed, let me know.))

The spirit of the city is much different than Sams last glimpse. His eyes open to a perverted landscape of blowing dust and thick, spinning clouds. The maelstrom above the Monolith easy engulfs the entire city...

All around him are cries of pain, the city is being raped by the contruct, weakened and used. Sam would have a clear understanding that the Monolith is powering up for something terrible, and it is very close to completion...

The city cant speak to Sam tonight, the city can only scream... through sight, sound, touch, smell it cries out.

The only spirit that comes forward looks like a skeletal nun. Her habit is in shreds and her skin is stretched over protruding bones... Her lips stick to her teeth and her fingers have black, choppy nails at the end. She steps from the gloom and dusty wind to touch Sams face...

Her voice is like a cracking tree, or ice giving way under your feet...

'Dare not stay in the Monoliths eye...'

The wind and the dust, and nothing more he tells himself, cause Sam's eyes to tear up. "Sister, how could this have happened? How could we not have seen it coming? How do we stop it before it is too late?" he asks, questions spilling from his lips one after the other.

The wind shrieks around them, the nun spirit looking past Sam with empty eyesockets.

'The order of reason had help... the architect can not be trusted... You must get to he who is half machine. He holds the key to stopping the monolith...'

A sudden blast of red lightning scars the black sky... the nun drops to her knees in front of Sam as the wind suddenly stops and only a steady, mechanical throbbing echoes over the spiritscape...

'DO not let the eye rest on you Sam, Stay away from the Eye!'

Her warning is panicked, and she is begginning to fade.. deeper into the umbra perhaps. The Maelstrom above the monolith is gone... and this is not a relieving sight. It seems all the energy of the storm has gathered into a single point atop the monolith... a thin beam like a searchlight poking out and sweeping slowly over the city from the intensely charged ball....

As she fades and the searchlight begins sweeping the city, Sam shakes his head, ending the effect.

"Well. Shit." He then picks up the phone to call his friend and ally, the architect who dragged him into this mess.

assuming it is night time Sam will quickly get an answer in typical, im important buisness fashion...

'Arturo.'