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Lily was no stranger to meditation and mantras--it was something she'd found in her yoga practice, something she'd learned from Lady in order to restore her human form before the first full moon. It was empowering, I'm a way, to consider that the facets of this world were as malleable as the will was strong.

A shame, then, that Lily had next to no motivation to use it.

Still, circumstances had once again put her in a place where she was responsible for the wellbeing of people other than herself, and though she already felt tired, like she had a million more important things to do, she understood that she would continue to be stuck here until something changed, and that it was in her capacity to make it happen.

She looked to Temperance, but did not touch the cage, extending a hand in the vague direction of the lock. "Like a champ, Sailor V," she smirked, and then she was closing her eyes, focused on the energy she felt in her body and honing it towards the door. The human body was energetically nothing more than a series of doors, opened and closed in response to outside forces or willful intent. In much the same way, Lily reached past the reach of her fingers with her thoughts and sought out the mechanism, her mind centered around one command:

Open.

Since others had gotten the creature out, Shun eyed the chipmunk for a moment, wary. He took note of the slight transformation the critter was undergoing, and well.

That wasn't a good sign.

But what was a worse sign was the fact that the mysterious door now had fists banging on it. He took a step back away from it, furrowing his brow.

"We need to get out of here. The entrance to this theater is barred, but we should be able to breach it if we work together."

Shun turned as he heard the door slam shut.

"Okay. Something wants to keep us here. Whatever it is has a pretty ******** strong will. In theory, we can do whatever the hell we want if we have enough drive. We could try breaking our way out some other way, or deal with whatever is beyond that door."

There was no guarantee they'd be able to overcome the theater's mastermind, however.

"C'mon, Dee, let's skedaddle." With Juniper's hand outstretched, she couldn't very well offer her own, so Temperance turned, looking around the room. (One of her hands was compromised, as well, and the hard plastic of it banged every so often against her sternum, sending panicked shivers down her spine. Don't think about it, she reminded herself.) Her blue eyes flicked between the stair and remaining door thoughtfully. If the trapdoor was gone, and the one door had banging... She wondered why it didn't just open, if the theater was on the other things' side. Could they just will a door into existence? It seemed like silly, but she'd been forced to believe in five silly things today already.

Walking over to the wall (she thought this one was towards the front of the stage), Temperance dug around awkwardly in her purse. Pulling out a black magic marker - hah! magic, she thought, she dragged it across the wood, drawing a makeshift door. She didn't have any other better ideas, anyway... The squeak of the marker was drowned out by the pounding. Tucking her marker back in her purse and feeling exceptionally silly, she laid her hand against the black outline.

"Please be a door, I believe you're a door. You're a door out," she whispered.

The banging continued and Dee, when given the chance, immediately jumped and hid himself against Juniper's neck. He made himself as small as possible.

"Don't want, don't want, don't want!!" he continued, his now longer fluffy tail tucking over his face as he hid.

For a moment it seemed like it might just work, that Temperance's will along with Chris's might have done something. The wall shimmered, Dee peeking out briefly with a hopeful chitter.

The pounding got louder however and the shimmer failed. Both Chris and Temperance would feel something pressing in on them. Here, in this place, their will was not strong enough to counter whatever it was that wanted things in this room to stay in it.

Then the door banged open and there they were. The two faceless from earlier. They were tall and imposing in their impeccable black suits, bone-white skin faintly glowing before it simply stopped.

They stood shoulder to shoulder and each person in the room would feel as if there were eyes bearing down upon them.

With Dee safely tucked up against her neck, Juniper turned to look at the door that Temperance and Chris were attempting to...make? It was still really odd to think about that a person's will could alter a space in reality. Her 6 year old self would have loved this though and embrace it with all her heart. Juniper now, well, it wasn't easy to wrap her brain completely around it. Still, she was hoping that the plan would work.

Her heart skipped a small beat when the wall shimmered. "Oh!" She exclaimed, but her excitement was short lived as the shimmer began to fade away.

A squeak of surprise escaped her when the door banged open. She turned abruptly to see who or what it was that was trying to get to them.

"They're creepier than all the mannequins." She murmured to herself as she shifted herself closer to the rest of the group as Shun stepped forward to act as a protector for all of them. She understood why Dee called them the glowy people though. It was an apt description, though Juniper was more keep on calling them The Faceless. A shiver ran through her body.

"It's ok Dee, we won't let them have you again." She said softly to her passenger.

"What do you want?" She called to them. She wasn't really expecting an answer considering they had no mouths to respond with and the mannequins upstairs had been dead silent. Still, it was worth asking, right?

They zeroed in on it immediately, the knife. A hand was held up, palm towards the ceiling, and Shun's knife disappeared from his hand into the faceless mannequin.

The other one wagged a finger. No. It did not matter that it was a pocket knife, simply that it was a tool for destruction. After all, all other potentially dangerous implements had been removed from the theatre.

That sensation of eyes bored down upon Juniper the moment she talked to Dee, one of them stepping forward and towards her. The attention was not upon her but instead upon the chipmunk curled against her neck.

A hand snatched out and grabbed at Temperance. All of the sudden there was a voice in her head.

Several voices that all spoke at once. You would do best to be more respectful of that which you know nothing of. We are the faceless and you have erred.

There was a hallway past them but there would be no getting past them. Just like Temperance would realize that whatever had pushed back her when she had tried to use magic-

It was just like what she was feeling now held by one of the faceless.

Dee was trying to burrow his way under Juniper's shirt, to make himself not visible. There was no speaking from him but it was clear he was afraid.

A hand was held out towards Juniper but there was no answer to her question.