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Shiloh mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Quinn, but it was probably safer for now, Shiloh thought, to stay that way at least for now. He could 'break up' with him once they were out of Caelius' office. He was relieved though, when he was passed for suspicion, not being able to think of anything he could have possibly touched lately that could be considered a hot tux or similar. The basis was, of course, anytime someone did seem to touch one of the things, the end result was usually painful, if not during the event then immediately after, incurring the wrath of one death lead. Shiloh was pretty sure he would have remembered if something like that had happened recently.

He looked up in surprise at Otto's answer, having thought, well of any of them, that he too would know not to touch things anymore... Shiloh was a bit concerned, but then there was also the fact that he was curious, which often trumped concern and got him into trouble in the end anyway, without touching anything at all.

"Are you sure they touched it?" He asked, unable to help himself. Mark was way less scary than his highness.

Lucky felt someone grab ahold of his coat and sharply reel him in. He turned around to find himself face to face with -- someone he had never met before in his life. Apparently the life hunter's preceded him by a wide radius. He blinked at the confusing dissonance between their dismissive tone and uncomfortably interested look. "Sorry...?"

"Shiloh." His shoulders dropped in a resigned fashion as he was quickly grabbed from the other side as well by Sunshine-and-Rainbows Parish. With the death grip both of them had on him he felt like a prisoner being walked to an execution. Probably not far from the truth. What other reason would anyone ever have to come to this office?

He only had a second to give Quinn a glance of solidarity (that could probably easily be mistaken for quiet defeat) before they were all herded through the door, some more roughly than others.

It was a relief to see that Caelius hadn't actually looked up and noticed them at any point. Lucky allowed himself to take a half step back, as if that was supposed to hide him from view behind when nearly everyone else was exactly the same height. At the strange explanation, Lucky leaned over to the one guy who still had a fairly decent grip on his coat, and who was conveniently at the perfect height to whisper to. Shiloh was a death hunter now; it was his job to know what the hell death hunters were supposed to be doing. "Vhat is he talking about?"

His hands twisted behind his back as he reflected on the location of a certain organic bomb that he was sure had not been defused yet. He chose not to volunteer that information freely, though. Gale and Otto had this under control, definitely. Probably. Enough that he could just stand there on edge and not also under scrutiny at the same time.

Quinn did receive an additional look shortly after that was far more clear in expressing I'm so sorry as Oz inspected the trainee like a showdog.

"Um... yes. Yeah. I did." Otto admitted, not bothering to lie.

He stared in horro when Caelius spoke. Even more when he smiled. And his face cringed when it was revealed it was a golem. Why would they even...

"Get what back to normal? Everything is fine." Otto contested. If he took back what he did, his deal with Death might be forfeit. Which meant he might have to... die. "I ain't givin' you none of this, shadow boy." Otto growled at Oz, gesturing to his own body. No sacrificing limbs. None.

Luckily for Otto, even if the other side of the portal was pitch black, he had a backup. The teen huffed, confidently slipping his night vision sunglasses onto his face. "Whatever. Sword. Got it."

Otto walked through with attitude in full swing. Defensive much?

As Otto had his glasses on he could see her. Sam, still waiting next to the bed. She rested her chin on the empty bed, and turned her head towards him. A smile. "Did you come to give it back?"

Nobody else could hear them, or see them, except Otto. Nobody else knew what they were facing, except Otto.

Gale was still staring at the Not Caelius in horror as they stepped through the portal, flashbacks to a certain hug and the pure bizarreness of a smiling Caelius enough to give him PTSD.

In the dark there was a great deal of shuffling, a flash as he summoned his weapon, and then -

"Ow. Did someone step on my foot? The bloody hell are we?"

He was back. So this may have meant what he thought it did.

Otto's temples began to bead sweat, his heart beat beginning to become panicked. "That's what I'm supposed to do, yeah." Otto murmured. "I don't get why though." If he gave a certain something back, the deal would be off. The deal would be off, and Otto might die.

He didn't want to die, especially not for some vague reason such as 'get things back to normal', when they seemed normal enough as is.

"What happens if I do?"

Quinn decisively chose that moment to latch onto the arm of the closest person to him once the light show started. Unfortunately for Lucky, he was that 'lucky' candidate. He found himself chewing his lip, listening and watching the light show worrying about the 'test' they were apparently to receive.

Quinn was about to question such things, when rather melodramatically numbers appeared before the pair of them. "What is even... " THIS was the riddle? Frowning at it he had a hard time finding himself able to focus. It was the sheer creep factor of the darkened room, and the eery red glow the letters seemed to cast on everyone making him afraid. He did at least let go of luckys poor arm.

As he stared more though, he realized something about the numbers. He always did enjoy a good challenge of his intellect, even if this room did scare him something silly. Taking a step or two around the numbers, he stood facing where he was once standing, looking at the group. "Some of these numbers can be flipped over to form new numbers." He pointed at the '666', which was now '999' from his point of view.