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 Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 8:26 pm
 "Do as you like," Eoin said, shrugging as Priscilla started to fiddle with the lights. "But we'll never solve anything if you insist on not trusting me." The stand offish behavior was growing wearying. It was cute and amusing when Angela did it but when a grown woman acted the same way, he found it irritating, to say the least. His attempts to at least be friendly were falling flat, and he wasn't really one to keep trying when the other party wasn't interested. Honestly--whatever secrets about Priscilla's past she was so loathe to reveal, he was hardly interested in them. Undoubtedly, they weren't nearly as dark or dramatic as she thought, though the fact that she was so desperate not to reveal anything about herself just made her look more suspicious to his mind. But all things considered, she really wasn't someone he would consider a threat so he wasn't all that worried about it. She could continue to keep her secrets if she needed that comfort. He couldn't blame her for that, really. In any case, it was more critical to find their way out, so he would leave her be. Perhaps she would be more comfortable if he dropped the friendly facade as well though he had, initially, simply been trying to allay her fears. "The shrine really seems incidental to our situation unless you want to believe some stray cult or other decided to kidnap two random, and entirely unrelated people for nefarious purposes. But that seems a bit unlikely and I'd rather search for a potential escape first. At any rate, If you can't get the light working, at least try to salvage anything that could be useful. Even the smallest, most trivial parts could be helpful in sending some sort of message to the outside or getting us out of here." He started back down the stairs carefully, keeping one hand on the rail, and the injured hand at his side. Unfortunately, he could feel that it was already heating up inside the light house. With as little ventilation as this place had, it was likely sweltering by the time it reached midday. Reaching the bottom safely, Eoin took the opportunity to sit on the lowest step and pull off his silk top. Using a bit of twisted metal from the floor, he stabbed a hole in the fabric, then ripped several strips off. He used three or four to bandage his hand--more to keep the dirt off than stop the blood (which had slowed anyway). He used another strip to tie his loose hair out of his face. Done with that, Eoin left the mutilated shirt hanging on the stair railing since he figured it would be too hot for it soon anyway. And better to keep it as clean as possible in case there were any more injuries. Standing, Eoin brushed off his legs and started around the room. He paused every so often to move aside debris that could be hiding a trap door or some kind of entrance to a cellar. As he half-heartedly searched the floor, he also kept his eyes on the walls for any places that might be crumbling or cracked--anywhere they might be able to use some of the rubble to break through. Not that it would be easy, but it was better than sitting and doing nothing. And the walls did seem pretty crumbly. He was actually examining one of these cracks when his foot struck something partially concealed under dust and moldy plaster. He frowned and, abandoning the crack in the wall, leaned to clear off what was...a door! Eoin quickly brushed off the area, revealing an old wooden door that led straight down. Moving aside some cracked glass panes and setting them off to the side, he took hold of the rusted handle and pulled. The door let out a painful screech as the old hinges protested against the movement and Eoin peered down into the cool, musty interior, wondering if there was a door down there that led to the outside.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 8:57 am
Oh, good! Good, good, they had left the shrine alone! Ilex had only poof'ed in in time to see the man decide to leave down the stairs and was happy to be met with such luck – but, he was unhappy to see that nothing seemed to be happening between the two. Sure, his big sister wasn't going to be alerted to this totally fine and completely beneficial to the island intervention, but that didn't mean he was getting any success! He huffed and puffed irritatedly as he looked between Priscilla and to the man reaching the cellar – this wasn't going to be easy! But, Ilex wasn't going to back down from a challenge. He just pulled his sleeves up and got started on making this the most romantic place to be ever! Using maybe a bit of help from his sister's shrine – it wasn't like she would notice just a little, right? – he called forth as many fireflies as he could manage to fill the entirety of the lighthouse with their pretty blinking bottoms of love~ Next, he needed the place to smell nice, so on the first floor, a couple of trays of freshly 'baked' cookies (Chocolate chip~!) were set, because he was sure Priscilla liked cookies, and for Eoin – well, he had no clue what Eoin would like. Uh, liquor? Yes, liquor! Wine was pretty classy, but he already gave someone that, so he guessed a couple of bottles of scotch were the next best thing! He placed them next to the cookies and happily poof-ed himself out of there so the lovebirds can get the loving started!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:12 pm
x~x~x~x~x~x~Priscilla Viniva~x~x~x~x~x~x When she turned around from the light to follow Eoin, Priscilla was shocked to see he had left far prior to her intention of following him down the stairs. Wiping the sweat that was beginning to form on her forehead, she gripped the reflective piece of glass firmly in her left hand. She'd have to go lower down unless she preferred to be soaked in sweat and risk more dehydration. Peering over the edge of the staircase, all Priscilla saw was frou frou's shirt dangling from the railing. Was he okay? Should she follow him? A slight pang of guilt haunted her conscious; maybe she shouldn't have acted so abrasive, but those feelings quickly subsided. He could take care of himself. She didn't even know him! She shouldn't care. He would have made a sound in such a struggle anyways, right? She would have heard something. Either way, Priscilla made it an effort to get down the stairs quickly.
About halfway down the staircase, she felt something hit the front of her face. Something alive. And small. "The hell?" Recoiling slightly, she grabbed the creature in her free hand. A lightening bug? Her brows furrowed she let the critter go. She was out in the wilderness; it wasn't that odd. But as she took a few more steps, she found more. And then more. On the railing, in front of her, behind her, everywhere. As the feeling of panic starting to reappear in her gut once more, her nose detected the familiar smell of warm cookies. That definitely was not there a second ago. Unless Eoin found a kitchen somewhere, the cookies came from somewhere outside of the light house. "Eoin?" Afraid to continue her journey downward, Priscilla squatted on the step, peering down at the ground floor at the mysterious trays of cookies...And alcohol. Despite the warming temperature, she felt goosebumps slowly appearing on her arms and legs, her hairs standing on end. The scent was largely reminiscent of her grandparents' house, giving her a sense of dread and comfort at the same time.
Where did that man go? From her position, she couldn't see or hear anything at all. Was this some sort of prank? Mustering up some courage, and shooing away some glowing fire flies, she crept further down, step by step, pausing at the man's shirt, inspecting it for any signs of a struggle. When she finally hit the ground floor, she kept her back to the wall. She felt like the cookies were watching her, waiting for her to eat one. The food was tantalizing, and the scotch...Ah...No! They could be poisoned...Priscilla must resist. Looking around the area her eyes finally settled on her fellow prison mate. Barebacked prison mate. No, this wasn't the time to oogle either. "Who did this? Why?" Priscilla said quietly. She meant it for Eoin, but felt it necessary to speak in softer tones; their captor must be near.
It appeared he had found a door, but to where? And did he notice the strange events...The witchcraft going on around him? Was he possessed? She put a hand to her forehead; maybe she had a really extreme fever. But besides the sweat, she felt normal. Before she caught up to him from the stairs, the man had already decided to enter the door. "Hey wait! I'm sorry!" Not about to be left alone amongst the haunted objects and bugs, she followed suit and even offered an apology, but she nearly bumped into him in her haste.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 6:58 pm
Eoin was peering into the dark cellar, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, when he thought he saw a pin point of light down there. He frowned into the shadows, squinting slightly as he saw another one. And another. The cellar was suddenly full of little blinking lights, floating airily around in the darkness. One wafted by his face and he reached out, clapping his hands around it gently. What the hell? Fireflies? Why were there suddenly fireflies in the lighthouse? He heard Priscilla say his name but he was still staring at the fireflies with the sense this whole thing was becoming a bit too surreal. Perplexed, he finally turned just before taking a step down into the cellar to see if there was some opening they were coming in from. Priscilla was rushing to him and nearly smacked straigh into him (which likely would have sent them both headlong down into the cellar) but Eoin put his hands out both to steady her and keep her from hitting him. He wasn't even looking at her though, rather, he was looking beyond her into the firefly filled lighthouse, a perplexed look on his face. Maybe there had been some kind of hallucinagen in the cellar and he'd breathed it in. "Sorry for what?" he asked absently as he stepped around her, still staring around the lighthouse supiciousl--was that a plate of cookies? And scotch?! "But...how--" That was impossible. Not only had Priscilla been up at the top, but he hadn't heard anything. He went to crouch by the plate to pick up one of the cookies. "They're still warm...." This was simply not possible. How had someone sneaked in still-warm chocolate chip cookies on a plate, with several bottles of--Eoin picked up the bottle and frowned--scotch? Cookies and scotch? Clearly this was a trap. Cookies would only make them thirsty and alcohol, being a diuretic, would simply serve to dehydrate them. It was juvenile, to be sure, but he suspected thihs was merely a plot to harm them. A pity only an idiot would fall for it. But the trick was to figure out how someone had gotten them into the lighthouse. Perhaps they had been there all along and it was due to some sort of hypnotic suggestion that they'd gone unnoticed for so long? Eoin finally turned to Priscilla, frown still creasing his brow. "I say we take the liquor, take some of the old wood around here, go up top and smash a window, then light a signal fire for help. We can use some of the rubble to break the windows for ventilation and the old light should have a lens we can use to start the fire."
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 4:30 pm
x~x~x~x~x~x~Priscilla Viniva~x~x~x~x~x~x While he went to examine the haunted objects, Priscilla was left to look into the dark emptiness of the room. What could possibly be in there? Should they dare explore in such a tentative situation? His suggestion caused her to face the open room once more. A fire? Her eyebrows raised, she returned Eoin's look with a frown of her own. She didn't blame him; she didn't want to sit around and do nothing...But starting a fire didn't sit well with her. "I'm not too fond of starting a fire inside a building. Especially an old one. On a dry summer day." It just spelled a recipe for disaster, and they had no way of putting said fire out should it get out of control (unless frou frou would pee on it...But Priscilla ruled that out already). "But I won't stop you." If he thought he was capable of it...Then he could go for it, but she wasn't going to help. Sure the place was largely made from stone, but anything could happen...Or maybe they would just die anyways. Maybe she should put up a little more of a fight like he was. It wasn't like she had any better ideas. They could just run and hide in the cellar if the fire got out of control, right?
Aw hell. Why not.
Reason was out the door anyways by this point, and maybe someone would actually see the smoke. Then she would feel mighty dumb if she hadn't helped out. "Alright, whatever. Forget what I said. I'll help." Running her fingers through her hair, she grabbed hold of one of the bottles of scotch. Almost immediately her fingers broke the seal, spun the cap off and she put the bottle to her lips. She took a nice, dramatic swig from the alcohol, finishing with a refreshed 'ah'. Damn. Priscilla needed that. Walking on past Eoin to the stair case, she beckoned for him while waving the bottle in the air. "What are you waiting for?"
He didn't have to worry too much; Priscilla had no intention of getting drunk. Yet. She just needed something in her system, and she wasn't desperate enough to risk the cookies. Maybe she would eat some of those fire flies...Though they didn't have much meat on them. They were, however, getting pretty annoying; they were everywhere, and they seemed to concentrate near her face. What a delight. Fire flies were romantic...At night. Right now they were just a swarm of flies. In her opinion, if their captors wanted them dead...Well...They'd be dead already. "Hey, do you think they're holding you for ransom?" He seemed pretty loaded; maybe she just got caught up by mistake somehow. In these kinds of situations, the captives were treated well enough, so y'know, they don't die. They wouldn't be worth anything dead!
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 8:21 pm
"I shouldn't drink that if I were you," Eoin said, watching Priscilla take a swig from one of the bottles. "Not unless you're interested in a rather nasty case of dehydration. Considering there doesn't seem to be any water about, you should conserve liquids. Which means the aclochol is off limits." He shrugged slightly as he started to gather up some of the broken boards on the ground. "But it's your choice, of course." He certainly wasn't going to force good advice on anyone. "If we can break one of the windows, we can build the fire on the metal ledge up top. That should keep the fire from getting out of control. Besides, it doesn't have to be a large fire to send off a lot of smoke. If we keep the fire small, there's no reason it should be a problem." Eoin paused to pick up the iron step that had fallen earlier. They could use it to smash through the windows upstairs. He gave Priscilla a disparaging look as she waved a bottle of scotch at him and asked what he was 'waiting for.' "I'm gathering something to burn," Eoin said. "Unless you'd like to volunteer yourself instead? Though I wouldn't recommend it, personally." Apparently a helpless female couldn't be expected to carry anything more than the bottle of booze. Charming. Tucking the wood and the iron step under one arm, Eoin headed for the stairs. "I did consider that possibility. But there are several aspects of the theory that don't make sense." He lifted his pajama shirt off the rail, intending to use some of it for the fire, but paused before stepping on the bottom rail. "I was apparently taken in my sleep. To be frank, it would have made much more sense for them to take my daughter rather than me--she is smaller and would have been far easier to transport. And trusting a father's love for his only daughter to pay off a ransom seems more reliable? Not to mention it makes more sense to assume I have access to greater funds than she does." He frowned slightly. "And a ransom attempt also doesn't explain your involvement unless you're one of them." "Saying of which...are you? A down and out mechanic catches wind of a wealthy visitor on the island and decides to take advantage? It doesn't seem terribly unlikely."
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 4:39 pm
x~x~x~x~x~x~Priscilla Viniva~x~x~x~x~x~x Rolling her eyes as he stepped past her, she followed him up the stairs this time around. It was his idea to start the fire why would she carry junk up the stairs? She figured there was enough junk upstairs to burn, but hey, if he wanted more work for himself then he could be her guest. And the alcohol? To be frank, she needed some to deal with this man. "I don't think we are in a position to start assuming things." A daughter could be wealthier than her father! It wasn't exactly a rare circumstance, but from his words, it was apparent he had access to a nice lump of cash. "Especially 'A down and out mechanic'" He dare insinuate she would WANT to be stuck here with HIM trying to get ransom money?! Absolutely insane.
"First off, if my life goal was for money, I wouldn't be a mechanic. " Wasn't that obvious? Quite insulted, Priscilla narrowed her eyes and waved a finger in the air with attitude, even though she was behind his line his sight. Nobody would insult her profession, even if he was just speculating. Just the thought! Despicable! She was no money hunter! "But if you want me to be more direct: I don't give a rat's a** about any wealth you have." He better not expect her to work for him anytime soon. He out of luck on household and automobile repairs. Only for his daughter...Maybe. Unless she was as bad as he was. And, she was not 'down and out'. No way! Maybe if she stared hard and long enough at his muscular back, it would just disappear...But alas, the stink eye wasn't working to her advantage. A good prayer at the shrine would work, right?
Wasn't it apparent by now that she wasn't the criminal by now? With her temper starting to crack, her face was tinged a pink hue. "The Vinviva's were a wealthy aristocratic family in Italy during my grandparent's youth. It could be easy, but unlikely, to speculate my brother and I could be hiding some old wealth." And that was all he was getting out of her! Priscilla didn't need him throwing her into the fire should he really suspect her. He better be sure she will put up one hell of a fight! Their kidnappers could have thrown the two together; Eoin the surefire rich snob and Priscilla the wild card. Either way, they would get money. She crossed her arms with the scotch in hand; waiting for Eoin to tell her what to do to help with the fire. This was his project. She didn't want to be reprimanded for something he deemed unwise.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 8:37 pm
"Haven't you been assuming you can't trust me from the very start?" Eoin countered, unfazed by the return of the prickles. "You've revealed almost nothing about yourself even when I asked." He shrugged. "If you can assume what you like then so, too, shall I." He stepped up on the stairs, passing Priscilla on his way up. "Incidentally, pointing out that you are a down and out aristocrat rather than a down and out mechanic doesn't particularly strengthen your argument." He paused at the top and looked down at her, with a slightly amused chuckle. "And I wasn't aware that everyone in life whose goal was to acquire money actually managed to land a stellar career toward that end." He dropped the wood on the floor, keeping hold of the broken iron step, momentarily laying aside the urge for further bickering. They had other things to worry about at the moment. "If it's possible, we should remove the lense from the light so we can use it to focus the sun and get the fire going. Otherwise, we're going to have to break it. Saying of which--please stand aside. Glass is likely to go flying when I break this." He was rather concerned that attempting to break the window would result in cutting his hands to ribbons but the alternative was heat stroke and dehydration here in the lighthouse so he couldn't afford to be squeamish. Standing at what he hoped was a safe distance, Eoin drew back the heavy bit of stair and swung it at the glass as hard as he could. The glass broke--Eoin heard it break. But it felt, weirdly, like hitting a wall. He could feel the painful recoil up into his shoulders and the impact was enough to make his numb fingers drop the step. Eoin rubbed at his arms, trying to soothe the tingling pain as he stared at the window in disbelief. The window in front of him was threaded with cracks and, by all rights, there should be a gaping hole there but something was holding the glass in place--almost as if there was some sort of invisible barrier on the other side. Eoin rubbed at his forehead, confused and frustrated. "Well then. This is rather problematic"
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 4:18 pm
x~x~x~x~x~x~Priscilla Viniva~x~x~x~x~x~x Honestly! "I am not, and never will be, an aristocrat!" She said adamantly, her arm leaning on the top of the railing. Good goddess! She hadn't had this many insults in one day for a long time. If he referred to her as 'down and out' one more time, he was getting a slap. Or a kick in the rear end. And that derogatory chuckle? Boy she was about to lose it with this man! "Being a mechanic is my career. Not a job. " Fuming, and ready to spew off more, it seemed it would have to wait as Eoin charged at the cracked window with the broken step in his arms. Resting her chin on her arm she waited to see the events unfold with a slight sneer on her face.
When he swung with such force, Priscilla expected an explosion of glass; it certainly sounded like there should be. There was...Nothing. The window cracked; but somehow it stayed together like a powerful magnet. She felt even more trapped than before; they had no control over anything it seemed. Could she even break this bottle of scotch if she wanted to? Priscilla was quite convinced there was something...Supernatural going on. Getting up from her leaning position on the railing, she walked over to Eoin, thrusting the bottle of scotch to him. "I think you might want this now." She gave him a light pat on the shoulder and a fake smile before heading over to the shrine. Grabbing a firefly with one hand, she placed it on the shrine gently. Lightening bolt and lightening bugs went together, right? Priscilla would take whatever measures to get out. Even if that meant...Going into the cellar. Or praying to a Nirvani God. Were they even still on Nirvani? "I still have a piece of the lens." Facing him once more, she held it between two fingers. It was sharp, but she was careful not to grip it too tightly.
It appeared the cellar was there only option for now unless mister Eoin could think of a more clever idea. The door didn't even appear to be locked downstairs; she couldn't try to pick it. Even if it did, the window didn't shatter when he sent a broken stair flying at it, what made her think picking a lock would actually open the door? "Any other ideas?" Wrapping her arms around herself, she actually asked this without a hint of contempt towards him; even if he still doubted her, she felt the two were stuck here, together. No, she didn't trust him now, or like him, but Priscilla was finally convinced he wasn't the criminal.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 6:00 pm
"Yes," Eoin said, picking up the step and ignoring the proffered bottle of scotch. "Not drinking myself into a stupor simply because the current situation defies understanding." Using the step, he poked at the window. he wasn't going to hit it again since that had proved useless, but he wanted to understand exactly what was going on. his mind was racing ahead to all sorts of improbable solutions--such as forcefields and aliens. But clearly those couldn't be be the reason for this. Most likely... The glass was behaving as if there was a hard surface behind it but there was clearly nothing there. Even pushing with all his strength yielded no results. "The lens isn't going to do us any good if we can't start a fire. And we can't start a fire without ventilation, unless we'd like to kill ourselves," he said, tapping his chin as he regarded the strange, cracked window. "If the doors and windows are somehow sealed then even if there's an exit in the cellar, the chances are that it would be sealed as well. My only other idea is try to make a new exit. Whoever is holding us here may have sealed off the exits, but there is a good chance they didn't count on us trying to dig our way out through the cellar. It might also help to find places the wall is already cracked or broken, and we can attempt to widen the opening." Eoin looked up, walking along the edge of the wall, trying to acertain exactly how the metal panels on the roof were attached. "Any opening we can create to the outside is a potential avenue for attracting attention and getting out of here. I don't think we're going to last more than a day in here without water..." The metal looked welded together, which wasn't exactly surprising. Probably the only way to get that open would be to cut their way out. He gave Priscilla a sardonic smile, nonplussed by her obvious annoyance with him. "I don't suppose you happen to sleep with a blow torch stashed...somewhere?" Though from the looks of her outfit, that wasn't likely.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:01 pm
x~x~x~x~x~x~Priscilla Viniva~x~x~x~x~x~x Yeah? 'Cause she enjoys sleeping with a blow torch shoved up her a**. Number one rule: Don't sleep with tools. And that worked both ways. "No." Priscilla said simply, obviously not amused. She ran her fingers through her hair, again, in frustration. If the cellar didn't have a cement bottom then digging their way out with the cookie trays wasn't a terrible option, but it would certainly be nice if the cops showed up. Or the fire department. Anybody.
"Will anybody notice you are missing?" Eoin mentioned having a daughter; hopefully she would notice her father wasn't around, but they might not be living together. What was the rule? Was there a rule for reporting missing persons in Nirvani? She predicted it was 24 hours, but with this man...She wasn't sure she would last that long. Priscilla had a small hope that one of the two living in her own house would notice she was gone; she didn't have her goggles! And she wasn't wearing shoes! Surely they would notice that? She actually had work to do that day too! If she got back anytime soon, she would have a long night tonight trying to catch up. She couldn't help but sigh in frustration at the situation.
Even in her pajamas, Priscilla was starting to feel uncomfortably hot. Dry heat didn't bother her too much, but this felt humid. Nasty. "I'm going to try the cellar." She wasn't interested in being baked alive; it was almost midday. Time was moving slowly...Painstakingly slow. And these goddamned fireflies! Swatting furiously at them while she went down the stair case, her nerves were almost fried and she had little patience left.
Once at the bottom, she grabbed one of the metal cookie trays and unceremoniously dumped the cookies on the ground in the process. She grabbed one corner of the tray and smashed the other end against the wall with a loud smash. Her goal was to make it into a V, or U, shape; it would be easier to dig with. It wasn't perfect, but it was close enough. Taking a deep breath as she stood in the doorway, Priscilla mentally prepared herself. Oh how she hated basements...and darkness.
Making it down part way, she felt her foot catch something. Peering down at it with squinted eyes she found two beady ones looking right back at her. Instinctively jumping at the sight of the ugly, disgusting rat, she soon found herself tumbling down the rest of the steps of stairs, landing on her butt. "Yow..." Reaching for her makeshift shovel, what the palm of her hand found instead was the top of a skull. Perhaps she didn't mentally prepare herself enough. " " Letting out a cry followed by some Arabic, (Priscilla would never admit to screeching) she was afraid to make any sudden movements but slowly raised her hand off the skull. She almost expected the walls to eject spikes and slowly move, like they did in the movies. Perhaps they weren't the first ones the criminals kept captive in the lighthouse. Maybe...They were being kept here by cannibals. Cookies to fatten them up...Priscilla shuddered at the thought. It probably would have been smarter to have made a torch somehow. If Eoin was smart, he wouldn't follow her down.
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 7:30 pm
"My daughter might, eventually," Eoin said, unsure if Priscilla heard him since she left before he had the opportunity to respond. But that had brought up something he hadn't considered. When would Angela notice he was missing? She had been trying to avoid him since his arrival so, to be honest, it might not be until the evening. And even if that was the case, it wasn't like he'd left a note stating where he was being held. Perhaps the kidnappers had? But he wasn't counting on it. A note was a liability since the chances of leaving evidence behind were pretty high. If they were smart, they would call instead. But who even knew anymore? He was in a strange lightnhouse with a cranky female and there were cookies and fireflies, and the windows wouldn't break and really, he was still half convinced at times, that this was all a dream. At any rate, there was nothing left to be seen at the top floor for now so Eoin left it there and started down after his charming housemate, only to hear her shriek in alarm (or what sounded like it) before he could get to her. "Priscilla!" he called, stepping up the pace as much as he could without hurting himself. He hurriedly picked his way to the cellar and started down the narrow stairs. "What happened? Priscilla! Are you alright?" He peered into the darkness, trying to make out her form, ears straining to hear...any signs she was being attacked or the like.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 10:41 pm
 Hyacinth never disliked anything without good reason. Unfortunately, Ilex had the worst habit of providing a new reason every day. The fairy was just returning from observing her followers to her shrine when she discovered something strange. For one, the light in the lighthouse was a little dimmer than she usually kept it and, for two, it felt of Ilex all around it. She only had to touch the glass to realize what was going on. Ilex. She loathed that fairy. With a crackle of energy that resonated from the ground on up, she discarded the stupid barrier keeping whoever was trapped inside in. She would have personally gone down to guide them out, but neither Eoin or Priscilla were really her concern. She only forced the door open and dashed away to go find Ilex. They needed a little chat, it seemed.{ Eoin and Priscilla are free~! }
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