'Lovely, just lovely... would it be too much for once for someone to have just the faintest inkling of what was going on?'. Daniel let his dark brown eyes take in the sights of the street as they were pointed out to him by Pete, spending more time focusing upon the house than upon the group of men down the end of the block. Cultist groups were a dime a dozen - they seemed to turn up at every paranormal event shouting and hollering like a bunch of teenyboppers following around their favourite boy band, and they didn't given give him much pause for thought. After all, they were flesh and blood - if things got out of hand with them, he was pretty sure he had the weapons in his car boot to put a very abrupt end to their meddling. It was the other thing, or things, that no doubt waited inside the house that gave him pause to thought - they were the unknown, they were the thing that might not be stoppable.<br/><br/>'To be honest with you, no - much like every other group of like minded people on the planet, you get enough of them in one place and they all begin to look the same. Death metallers, goths, skinheads, punks, cultists - they all think they have a look that places them out from the crowd, but they all end up looking the same if you ask me' he shrugged his broad lean shoulders, reaching up and running one hand through his short black hair as he examined the house once more.<br/><br/>'Any one popped inside to say hi to the neighbours yet? Or is everyone content to simply wait out here and let someone else dive in head first?'