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"Not something I want to find out," Harrison admitted. He hoped this wasn't the equivalent of bothering baby bears.

He edged near the tank.

"These guys are from a Mario game too, right?"

Davey was quite interested by what the Scottish creature knew - or, more accurately, by what it didn't know. Nothing remembered before the house. It could be important.

He shot a look over his shoulder to their supposed mentors, Caelius and the Doctor. "Would a lack of memories indicate anything? Incompatibility, or something more along the lines of the ghosts there?"

What had the Doctor and Clarice been discussing? That they were 'summoned' ghosts? 'As opposed to what, real ones?' he thought, then snorted.

A brief jangle from the sword-imprinted tag on his neck had Davey reconsidering. Monsters and demons, check. It's quite possible that there were real ghosts out there, as opposed to the cutsey little things he'd captured. If there was a difference between two types of ghosts, maybe there were different types of the humanoid supernatural creatures, as well. Some of them 'normal' (whatever that meant in regards to the supernatural) and some of them not quite as 'real'.

"Maybe we need to try this process on someone who has memories pre-house. The newer ones... you said they were students?" Students meant a school, which meant somewhere other than the haunted house. Using one of the new captives was sounding better all the time.

Someone ran into the tent and Davey took his time looking up, guessing it was just another returning trainee. He was wrong. His eyes narrowed as intruders were reported. When Caelius spoke up, Davey was the first to fall in line, summoning Azrael's sword form back to his hand. It seemed that he'd finally get a proper fight after all.


(( Exiting to The Gauntlet. ))

Bix jumped a bit as the flap flew open all of a sudden. As always Caelius and H looked completely unphased. The young hunter simply shut his trap and gulped.

They needed to follow their 'leader' into battle. He clutched his bow tightly and followed.

Yesssssss

[[ Exit to The Guantlet ]]

Jerry's trembling turned into a wobble as Candace stepped in, his expression slacking, "I... er... Sorry-" He managed weakly, lowering Roar, finally, although begrudgingly. He shook his head, turning to concentrate on her face and that ridiculous stuck-on mustache instead of the creatures in the cages, breathing slow and deep. The more he staired, the more a tight, anxious laugh bubbled up in his chest. Just calm down. The nervous hum had just reached his throat when something seemed to erupt outside, and the bazooka was up again in a heartbeat, "S-something's-"

It seemed they were on the call again, hunters already rushing out the door and into the fray. This.. this was it! He almost immediately followed instinct to step towards the tent flap once more, but stopped himself as he stared down at his feet and pantaloons.

"Candace- Er... if... if you wouldn't mind? Maybe we could uh. Trade?" If he was going out into battle... he would prefer not doing so in pink. No matter how much Harrison seemed to like the color.

The sounds outside and the shaking of the tent had Candace clinging instinctively to Jerry, eyes wide and looking all around. Intruders?! What? Caelius was calling it a special guest...how special is special? She wanted, no, she needed to see. She was even about to leave when Jerry stopped her. Huh? Trade? Trade...what? Ohhhh! Okay! Candace nodded. "Yeah, sure. Works for me." She'd rather be in the corset and tights than the overalls and stupid hat. And this mustache! Ugh! She tugged Jerry closer to the back of the tent as far from everyone else as possible. They'd have to make this quick.

One costume change later, Candace was walking toward the exit of the tent in what had been Jerry's corset, pantaloons, tights, gloves and tiara. Much better. But the mustache had proved bothersome. She'd taken it off but another one had suddenly grown out from underneath it. Goddamnit. You look ridiculous. Atropos chuckled.

"Whatever. You ready, Jerr-bear?" Candace asked him, linking arms with the man and leading him out of the tent.

((Exiting to The Gauntlet!))

There was a voice. It was familiar, friendly. It was a voice that snapped her head up though her eyes were useless she still stared straight ahead for the moment listening to what the voice had to say. Lizzy's voice. The voice of a friend. It carried hope and it was slowly tethering her back to the reality even though she loathed it the situation so much. She didn't want to be here but here is where Lizzy was. Lizzy, Edel, Vieve.

She nodded slowly and uttered a soft, "Yes. Let us hope," Though the last part came out as a quiet croak.

The minute she could get free she would fight, fight to be with her Sister and everyone else too.

With nobody watching them like animals, she felt a little more at ease, inching towards the side of the cage as she canted her head, "We will be fine. I believe in them..." Besides, that hooded figure reacted in such a way that it looked like he was actually worried about what was going on... And didn't that other one said something about the intruders breaking into the barrier or something?