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[ Space 12 ] - Pachua

Ahead of him looked to be a dead end, while he thought there might have been something at the end of it, he was so unsure that he hesitated, which let the voice have another opening.

//well? Going to waste more valuable time because you think there MIGHT be a pumpkin seed die. There? Go on you little hoarder, it's not like.... Of, LIVES might be on the line here//

"Oh for down feathers sake, I was just curious!" He hissed in frustration. "I didn't even start towards it!"

//you so would have 'mister caring', I mean it's all nice and shiny till someone dies and it's YOUR fault because you were too busy picking up seeds to offer yourself in their place!//

"shut... UP!" He snapped and pulled at his hair before hurrying onward away from the dead end.

[ Space 15 ] - Pachua

How perfectly ironic that he had rushed from one dead end, to find himself in another. He stomped his foot and hissed his frustration to the walls, rattling his wings the way a venomous snake might rattle it's tail.

//oh well DONE// mocked his outer monologue. //well done indeed! Your skills at navigation are very nearly on par with your skills at flying with even a modicum of grace!! What will your next move be then? Please do tell, I'm so looking forward to the next episode of 'how to disappoint your friends and family' //

He gave a soft groan, shoulders and wings sagging before setting forth again with as much patience as he could manage. Perhaps with luck, he'd out pace the mocking voice that seemed to echo his own self doubts so very well.

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Cee had loitered outside as long as possible, enjoying the return of her eyesight. She found her phone's signal wasn't working enough for her to tweet or recieve tweets so she just turned on the camera and once again reassured herself that she could see and was physically back to normal.

Before long another hunter, higher in rank, had urged her to continue with their mission and she was hurried into another doorway. Immediately she was thrust into blackness but she could tell it wasn't blindness this time, not when her phone lit in front of her face and revealed nothing more than a foot in front of her.

She calmed, put on her face, and started walking with her hand on one wall and her phone held out in front of her. Suddenly from around her she'd heard her father's voice.

"Concetta.." His voice rolled, deep and accented. "What have you done?"

"Papa?" Her face wrinkled in worry. "What are you doing here?"

"You leave your family. Family is important, Concetta. You disappoint us.. you lied and cheated?"

"No Pap.. I would never!" But her own words fell into the empty darkness. Her father's berating continued until she ran. The wall under her hand turned and she followed with it until the voice faded.

[ EXIT ] - Pachua

It was a door, he had made it! He had made it even with the rediculous and nagging outer doubt that haunted him even now with jibes about how he might ultimately cause a failure for all. But at least one thing believed in him... And she, though faceless was enough.

[ Area 1 -> Area 4 ]

The effects of the Pool of Age had still not worn off. Sleep and Fear had fled long ago as she'd stood outside the room to argue with arguably the two most important people in her life. Jealousy had slammed into her while trying to move through that awful ticking place that had made no rhyme or reason. It had created so many questions.

Then she was plunged into darkness. Pure, unadulterated, darkness.

"No! No no no. Not this. Why is everything always dark?!" Her voice was pathetic, whining, yet not quite as out of her mind insensible. Why? The moment the lights had gone out Kidana had started talking. Reminded Cami that she'd done so much already, come so far, experienced so much. Would the darkness defeat her? "No." It was firmer. Timid still, weak, but the resolution was there to get to the other end. To make it out and be of use to the place she was making home.

Except it wasn't just Kidana's voice she was hearing. There was another, more familiar, that could have been dismissed as just a memory if it weren't so clear. So immediate and it knew things it shouldn't have been able to. "Camille, stop this darkness nonsense! Haven't we been through this enough? Haven't I paid enough people to help you talk about your feelings? I swear to God I got the wrong child." Vanessa's voice was weary even as it was furious.

"At least you're pretty. God only knows what I would have done with an ugly child. Perhaps we can get you cleaned up and married to someone. My daughter. Married!" Did she really have to stand there for this?

No. She didn't.

[ Area 4 -> Area 7 ]

The further she walked away from the last area, one hand skimming the wall the other on her bow, the quieter the noise got until it was gone entirely. Pausing for a long moment to catch her breath, to rub her temples and remember why she was here, Kidana was placed back in totem form. It was quick enough to draw her weapon if there was a true threat. In the dark? It would be nigh impossible to shoot something.

Leaning against the wall she took a few breaths, in and out. Why was she here? To find Medea and stop her. To not be sacrificed as Hunter Fodder in doing so. To make sure that her friends came back alive and as well as possible even if her brain was trying to sabotage their connections. Worrying about the state of her interpersonal relationships could perhaps last until she was out of this bullshit? Kidana approved. Kidana always approved of putting the job first though and it could get a little wearisome at times.

Resolutely, she walked on.

[ 10 -> 13 ]

There was quiet again so she'd started walking. Every few seconds Cee would hit her cell phone's button and light a small spotlight would appear in front of her feet. That was as far as she got.... until she hit a dead ********.." She spun in place, phone sweeping the floor. There was something there.. a rock? But upon picking it up she found it disappear from her hand.

"OH ******** THIS PLAAAACE!" She screamed down the echoing halls. "What. Ever."

[artifact spot]

[ Area 7 -> Area 8 ]

Steps grew again unsure as another voice started to sound. Clinical, exacting, chill. Mimsy Morris nee Kircher was speaking at a length that was not considered unrealistic for the dark-haired scientist but the topic was one that her semi-sister had been studiously avoiding for some time. Clinically she talked about how her attachment to Otto Graves was awkward and perhaps unsuitable considering that he was involved with Maebe Grace Bertrand. Full names. Always full names because they were subjects to be examined and pulled apart.

It was depressing on several levels. Not only because it was reinforcing a truth that Camille Vanessa Ryland (mental-Mimsy knew her full name) was involved with the 'wrong crowd' but it was more proof that said Ryland was incapable of being realistic about her prospects. There was a fantasy built all up into her mind that she could be seamlessly accepted into the family that Mimsy had built for herself because they shared a blood connection.

Otto was Cami's family and he would have to be accepted as well but there was conflict there, clearly. Maebe wasn't even worth mentioning in this case because Mimsy would probably much rather use her scissors on the blonde in the most gruesome way imaginable. Yet still the Mimsy-voice haunting her dogged steps through this awful place was able to get to the core of those relationships. Find the dreams and methodically shred them with those selfsame scissors as if they were nothing at all.

Placing them down as the redhead continued to walk, she could hear the disappointment tinging clinical coolness. 'You really should be more practical, Camille.' Vanessa's words out of Mimsy's mouth hurt in such a way that had Cami gasping for breath for a moment at how hard it hit her. No! She couldn't...couldn't think like that. Did Mimsy really...did she think that? NO! Mimsy believed in Alice. In Wonderland. In strange, unknowable things.

This was all wrong.