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Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf? Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Tra la la la la!

That was basically what was going through Ametrine's head. That and 'not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!' Which, understandably, was somewhat unreal. "... There is no way. There is absolutely no way." But there was indeed a way! "What's the betting that the next thing we discover is a house made out of brick?" Weird. Absolutely surreal, and unbelievable.

Long ago there were three little pigs, little handsome piggy-wigs. For the big, bad very big very bad wolf they didn't give three figs.

No way! But Ametrine hastened to catch up to Lyra, unwilling to be left behind with all of this mess. "Somehow, I am thinking that we might've preferred the road going the other way," she remarked, the sturdy stick still grasped firmly in hand. "But we'll make the best of it, I suppose." Just the other day, she'd read this particular tale to Tony, among others.

What she was waiting for was the big bad wolf, and she really, really did not want to run into him. Still, curiosity drew her to walk down the path. "We can't go back, can we? The path is very small." But then again, that particular path hadn't been small when they'd found it, from what she remembered. "I think... you're not wrong to see a pattern."

They must have been very little pigs indeed, because they'd fit down a very narrow path. She'd read these tales before, but never once had she imagined that she might become a part of one. Frowning, she finally caught up to Super Sailor Lyra, and tugged on her arm in turn. "You said we should go forward before. Is that still in the plan, now?"

Ametrine knew one thing, and that was that if the wolf came for her, she was going to throw the stick. Hitting a wolf with a stick seemed like a bad gamble. ... Okay, maybe she wasn't going to throw the stick, but there was a part of her, an insulting part of her, that thought that it might be funny to do so. She would be doing it, for lack of a better phrasing, for the lulz. Specifically, because wolves (especially if this was a humanized sort of wolf) were too dignified to play fetch. But it might catch him (or her?) off guard.

"Huh. Well, I don't know if these are new houses or old houses, whether the wolf is anywhere to be found, or as missing as the pigs themselves." There was only one way to be sure of anything, and that was to press onward. "If the wolf is still there, assuming there is a wolf, then we figure something out." They might be screwed, but by god, Ametrine was going to go down the right way, stick in hand.

And if it turned out that there was nothing there but an empty brick house, well then. ... Seriously though, this was the last time that she was going to take painkillers from that doctor. Her delusions were getting out of control, here. "Mm, well, I say we keep on pushing forward. I don't want to be on a path going nowhere." Nowhere that they could see, anyway.

The lieutenant picked up a second stick, deciding that if she was potentially going to be throwing one stick, she wanted another. They might not be the best of weapons, but they were better than nothing at all. And the best part about sticks was that unlike knives, they couldn't be taken from you and used to cut your throat. Or, you know, stab you. Come to think of it, she carefully looked the stick over to make sure it wasn't overly sharp.

For her part, Ametrine was getting some amusement out of putting the senshi into a position that she was unfamiliar with. She walked along behind her, keeping a wary eye out. "Either someone's imagination is so vivid that they feel the need to act out fairy tales, or I'm definitely hallucinating all of this," the lieutenant remarked, somewhat agreeing with Lyra's statement. It was... the most complex set up she'd ever seen, and she couldn't be sure that it was a setup. "Tell you what, though, if we were going to be dropped into the middle of a book, I would've chosen a different one."

One in which she could fly, for example. The power of flight here would've been amazing. Then she would have been able to see if there was a wolf ahead-- well, maybe not. Wolves kept to the woods, didn't they? The trees here were large, overgrown almost, and old. They weren't anything like the carefully cultivated and shaped trees back home. "What I'd like to see first is any sign of pigs. Or, you know, bricks." Wolves could wait. And hopefully it would only be one wolf, because she only had one stick to throw. The other she'd keep for security.

The imaginations of the two young women were not to be disappointed. Ahead of them in the path lay two pig bodies, rotting; flies danced in rollercoaster loop patterns around them.

One of the pigs seemed to have something tied around its neck.

There had been nothing like this behind them, no bloodshed or violence. Behind them on the path, there had been only the --

The strange door-creaking noise came again, behind them.

-- but when they looked back, the path was -- gone. It ended abruptly in an unbroken line of trees.

Lyra still just... stood there. And stared. Dead little pigs. Smelly...dead...little fly infested pigs. Oh hell she would never eat pork again, not that she ate it much anyways.

Ok...well maybe she would still eat bacon. She liked that far too much to give it up.

Once the initial OHMYGOD was over, the sailor looked around at the surroundings... admittedly trying to avoid the two little pigs over yonder. "How can you look at them like that? They used to be living things!" She was never one whom could handle death very well- senshi or not. It was sort of troubling that the civilian in front of her could.

She too heard the noise and turned, noticing the pathway ended. She looked down the road they just followed- and quirked an eyebrow. "Somethings troubling me. There are two pigs. We found the Straw house, and the Wooden house. We find two corpses... where is the third pig and the brick house." She looked around the span of forest they occupied for some sort of clue. "Why would the pathway end here of all places too. Youd think the brick house would be here."

There was a ribbon tied around the dead pig's throat; formerly a violet ribbon. Hanging from the ribbon was a small pouch.

"......"

".....crap!" She cursed. Her version of cursing was not really as colorful as some others, but to Lyra some words were better for more uh..dire situations. She really didnt comment on the 'predator' part. She was right in a way, Lyra was no PITA member she did enjoy eating her meat. Though she still found the corpses to be grotesque.

"... What do you mean no pat-" She wheeled around. And wheeled around again. Which... direction HAD they come from? Shoot she should have thought about breadcrumbs or something. She was curious about the contents of what Ame had found, but that meant going closer to the corpses. She decided to stay put. "What is it?" She asked.

"Maybe..." Thats when a thought struck her. "Ame, on the pathway here we at first heard the noise infront of us... and then behind us. Do you think if we stood and listened for the door- it would lead us back to the house of sticks?" Sort of like a compass. "...Or even maybe to the house of bricks?"