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To be honest, the green lady felt immediately guilty when she noticed the panic scene inside- she should have warned the poor thing first, dammit! Fredmitri burbled pathetically, but he seemed more shocked and dazed than injured as Mouse managed to peel him from the wall and set him back on the couch. Her gaze darted across the living room to see if there were any other clues, but that was to no avail. Alright, just stay calm...

Besides the living room and attic, there was also a kitchen that smelled like seafood, a bathroom that was kept very clean, a couple of bedrooms (one of which contained a sleeping teenage octopus boy named Sylvest) and a basement. Near where the car was parked was a nice outdoor patio, and directly next door to Sylvest's room was a decently-sized indoor pool. Mouse pulled up a mental picture of the layout of the house as she tried to work out where it is Eiry could have floated off to. If it weren't for the situation at hand, this would have seemed like a very fun game.

The kikimora haunting the attic noticed the situation and now a dozen or so of them had chattered their way downstairs to get a better idea of what was going on: there was no way some weird floating half-person was going to dishevel this lovely house! Mouse turned on her heel and pointed a finger at them, humming frustratedly for a bit until she decided to try talking to them: "Mmm... Prostite, gde Eiry? On zelyoniy..." She wasn't sure if this was working, but it was worth a try, and she somehow managed to stumble her way through a passable description of the Raevan so the house spirits could help look.

Isi's shouting didn't go unnoticed, and as Mouse was barely managing to communicate with the kikimora she glanced in his direction with a look of concern. "Hey, are you alright?" ...well, was a dumb question, his Raevan was suddenly missing. Of course he wasn't. She wanted to lead him to the couch and sit him down, but felt like Isi wouldn't welcome that treatment too much. Instead, she explains exactly what it is she's doing to the confused younger teen.

"Oh, turns out they can understand Russian a little bit; I thought they would, since house spirits would be exposed to human speech fairly often," she said, the kikimoras beginning to scrabble across the floor and search different rooms. "They might be able to help find him, though I'm not sure if he'd be invisible to them or not..." Well, time to start the hunt, it looked like.

The green girl picked a room in her head mostly at random, heading once more down the hallway and opening the door to the room that the pool was in. It was a nice room to observe the rain from, with the walls mostly being made of large picture windows, and the occasional flash of lightning would reflect off the water and the cool tile floor. Not bothering to turn on the lights, she carefully picked her way around the manmade body of water and called out, "Eiry? You in here?"

"In a world where everyone's addicted to it, that might not be such a bad thing sometimes," the green lady mused as she led Isi throughout more rooms in the house. She was quick to decide that he wouldn't be found in the basement; there was a large water filter for the pool down there that could get extremely noisy, not to mention the car parts and power tools that might look unfriendly to the technophobe the two were looking for. Occasionally, a kikimora skittered up to the two, polite enough to inform them that they weren't having much luck.

Everything in the house that was even slightly mechanical became a messenger of disappointment. How did I get all of this stupid junk in my house?! Mouse kept thinking as a computer glowed blankly or a vacuum cleaner sat in wait for a victim. At one point, the ring of a telephone bouncing across the walls made her jump in surprise, but she sighed and answered it: "Sorry, but I'm a bit occupied right now...oh. Really? ...Well, I won't be able to pick it up right this minute..."

Looking at Isi for a moment, she gave him an expression that's clearly apologizing for the sudden delay. "...I'll call you when I can make it up there, thanks a lot.

"...jackass has awful timing... Hey, Isi, have we checked the attic yet? I don't think there's anything dangerous up there." And it was also the only room that seemed possible unless Eiry was still moving between them. She wasn't about to suggest that the ghostly Frei could have possibly ran outside.

"Who, the idiot on the phone? Well," Mouse began to explain, "he's a guy in Aekea who has two things for me: a camera he's been fixing, and the soul I'm going to use for my Raevan." She counted the items on her fingers as she went through the short list of things she would have to go up and get sometime in the near future.

Where was the attic? "Stairs in the middle of the hallway right there," the girl pointed, very grateful that she hadn't pushed them back up just yet. She felt like the discomfort and anger of the pale-haired guest would have risked getting a bit out of hand if she had to go through the process of pulling them back down again. And at least it would be easy to tell whether the missing Raevan was in the dusty, furnitureless room; at least unless he was still intangible. "Breathe carefully, though. There's a lot of dust up there."

How the atmosphere changed up that short flight of stairs was almost jarring. The only noises that could be heard in the attic was the constant punctuation of heavy raindrops and the chattering of a lone kikimora.

"Not his soul, thankfully. He has a... pet bird that he doesn't know how to take care of, so I'm going to free him from that responsibility." The way she spoke of freeing, it almost seemed like Mouse wasn't talking about the man on the phone. With that explained, she stood at the bottom of the stairs, ready to take action if anything went wrong. It was not that she was expecting Isi to take a spill. One just couldn't be too careful, especially with a skittish ghost-Raevan with technophobia on the loose.

She nodded curtly with a stony time-for-action expression as Isi motioned to her. Hoping that there wouldn't be much difficulty from here on out, she tentatively called up, "Hey, are you okay? Do you think you can come downstairs? I promise you nothing's going to hurt you, alright?" Now she was realizing how much of an irritation that Eiry's phobia could be, but she didn't dare admit it out loud.

And then she said something a little on the odd side, in the hopes it would help convince Eirdirsceol that everything was perfectly safe: "I know the car SOUNDS scary, but it's not going to do anything unless I tell it to."

The kikimora in question looked a bit exasperated, in all honesty. It was in the attic, searching for Eiry, and then when it found him, he didn't want to go back downstairs even though that's what the owner of the house and her other guest wanted. Instead it had to deal with the green half-person go on and on and on about how afraid he was of the noisy behemoth that was the house-owner's car, along with just about everything that was more technologically advanced than clockwork. Technology was something it didn't care for either, but it just pretended that it didn't exist instead of being afraid of it.

"It's alright, I understand," Mouse smiled apologetically as the Raevan finally showed himself and timidly drifted his way downstairs. "Machines can be scary sometimes-- just keep in mind that they're all made and controlled by people." Or at least, that's how it was supposed to work. The control factor these days was a bit vague sometimes, with people becoming slaves to their technology.

"Not to mention that the thunder is a whole lot louder than my car, and you weren't afraid of it at all." Her smile became wider saying this. She wasn't sure if anything she said was going to reassure the timid Frei, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to help him with his phobia. A look both reassuring and questioning is given to Isi as she led them towards the door that would take them outside, towards the very object which had caused Eiry's bout of panic in the first place. Were they willing to try it again? It was getting late.

Mouse felt that then was a good time not to interject with her logic as Eiry and Isi had their debate, so for a few minutes she stood there a bit awkwardly, waiting for it to be resolved. The light-haired boy seemed just stubborn enough to win out-- otherwise the girl would have been tempted to interrupt at some point just so they could get moving. It looked like there was no convincing Eiry, but that's what deeply-rooted phobias do to someone, she supposed. That didn't help the slightly offended feeling that she suppressed as the Raevan looked at her, though. Was it impossible for him to trust her at least a tiny bit?

Oh well, no time to add to the pressure of the situation. Hearing Isi, she nodded, and snatched her coat up off of the couch she had draped it on earlier. "Don't worry, I'll drive as smoothly as I can. Promise," and she opened the door to the thundering flickering spray outside. Her car was still purring in wait for its tamer to use it, its headlights illuminating the street before it. It was only a few seconds until her feathery hair had been all but flattened by the rain after she half-jogged outside, opening the trunk of her car so Isi could shove aforementioned scooter into it. After that she would courteously open the back door of the vehicle to lead him and his technophobic charge inside it.

One hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gearshift, she looked back at her two passengers and with a friendly smile as she could muster, asked "Okay, are you ready?"