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There was bound to be a lot of confusion abound. Cera wasn't sure how she got here, what was going on, who this guy was, or what the heck was up with that remark about the moon. Let alone whatever mask he was trying to find. Still, she supposed if it'd calm him down, she'd try to look around. She thought of asking, but he did seem like the sort that'd throttle her or something, and decided against the notion for his sake more than her own.

"Huh...?" She couldn't help but be perplexed at what she was seeing. The pots would've been normal enough had she not inspected them further. The inky darkness within was baffling enough by itself, and the utter lack of feeling inside was all the weirder. Whatever kind of world this was, it wasn't one she was familiar with at all. These pots proved that much, though she wasn't sure why she had a sudden urge to lift one over her head and toss it. Floating over to the third one from the left, she'd do just that, wondering if it might yield anything different.

At least, she hoped it wouldn't somehow spread the pot's pocket dimension.

There would be a scream from Cera, but like the Mew herself, it'd be swallowed up into the darkness. Even odder, it seemed to bring her back to the world she remembered. Or something like it. She recognized the place well enough, but not so much about the newspaper clipping she found. Someone drowning...? The heck? She couldn't make out many details about it whatsoever. Parts of the text were either bleeding into itself from water exposure, or it was simply torn up. Either way, it was mostly illegible.

"Okay, what the hell? What kind of place is this? This isn't our HQ... right? I really shouldn't have smashed that pot..." She said to herself, still in the odd place.

Odd was on his way back into the world of the living when he suddenly found himself in some strange place not unlike the Otherworld when he found himself confronted by a strange man with an air of detached danger surrounding him. More unsettling than that, however, was the fact that, unless his senses were just being thrown off in this place, he could swear this man didn't have a soul. "Um.....Wherever here is, I'd like to be somewhere else...." He told the man before attempting to leave again, though he hadn't the slightest idea how..

"This is, without a doubt, the worst decision I've ever made but what the heck?" He asked himself as he reached for the door handle and opened it up. The door swung open for him and led him into whatever was on the other side. Whatever that was.

Normally, this might be something easily noticed and evaded. This wasn't normal circumstances. Cera would get hit in the head by the rock, yelping as she turned to see the Octillery.

"Oh, just an... Octillery... since when did any look like that or spit out- hey!" Seeing the rock this time, she quickly moved out of the way before rushing after the Octillery. "Yanno, I thought most were taught not to shoot off their mouth like that," she remarked before trying to smack it with her tail.

Odd found his way through the door and into a place that looked both familiar and foreign. Something wasn't right here....

It took a while before he did, wandering through this strange world that seemed as if he should feel at home here but he finally found something that seemed out of place. What could it possibly, mean though?