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The silence had been broken in the lobby by some girl, the one he had seen earlier, the one Bazaa had been hanging on so... greedily. Tomb had almost fallen asleep with such a long wait, and that would have been the first time in a while. He had no recollection of the last time he closed his eyes. Well, not that he knew if he did just then or not anyway. Rest was an almost impossible thing for him nowadays, but because of what he was, he didn't need it. The girl greeted him in a quite abrupt way, and he hadn't expected anyone else to come around besides Mimi.

"You'll have to excuse me, but you can see I can't quite shake your hand, being held by this rock and all. However, I can say hello. Your name is Rhiahnnon? Well, you can call me Tomb. Quite a fitting name, isn't it?" Even though he was annoyed by her arrival, it didn't mean he couldn't be polite about it. It was stupid to act in such a cold way to those people around him that he may rely (if that much) on later. Such humor led to trust, which Tomb needed, even if he might end up betraying it. Treachery was something he didn't like to committ, but to ensure his own livelihood, which he held above all else, it was something that needed to be done at times.

((You can't really look into his eyes, he's wearing a mask...))

"Really, now. Is it that apparent? I must be more careful, then." Tomb laughed, thinking that she had no clue what she was talking about. "The thing is, to have an alterior motive, I have to have one in the first place, don't I? I really have no idea why I am here, maybe just to enjoy myself. Besides, what right do you have to ask me such, when you could be up to no good?" His tone turned from being polite to being rather cold at the last sentence, but the sigh that came from under the bronze mask he was wearing told that he had settled his temper before letting it get out of hand.

"I assure you, there is no reason to fear anything from me. However, you have the right to not trust me, as do I with you. I have no reason to cause anyone harm, unless they give me a reason too. I'm not a heartless b*****d." The pedestal that held his feet thumped as it settled against the ground. It was too tiring to keep himself afloat for so long.

"Of course, I can only expect the same from you, or anyone else here." As boredom began to take hold again, Tomb hummed an unfamiliar tune, just a random amount of notes from underneath the bronze that covered his mask. He didn't even stop when Riahnnon asked him of his impressions of where they were until a minute later. Sighing as he prepared a response, he turned back to her.

"Well, it certainly isn't an average amusement park, but I really don't know anything else about it, so it's not easy to make any assumptions about it. However, I do believe there is something more sinister about it, something lurking where most don't dare to tread, and maybe that's what drew me here, the aspect of finding something with such power. Or perhaps it used that power to bring me here. All I know is that there is something here I want, even though I'm unsure of what it is, deep in the shadows from the rides and other buildings."

At that, he flew over to the glass doors, which had been fixed, staring out at the tops of the buildings he could see from that vantage point. "Well, there isn't going to be any progress by standing around, is there? How about it, why don't we go venture for a bit? I was going to ask our hostess something, but I think we can manage without it."

{Eep! What've I missed? Where is everybody?}

Tomb grunted his pleasure at her response. The doors worked much better going out than going in, so he wasn't forced to take action against them again. They slid quietly open as he flew by, but before moving on, he scanned the view from the door, from the entrance gates to farther into the park. He turned to the area where the rides and attractions were, and those ruby eyes of his flashed with his stern decision.

"There, that is where we shall go. He made sure that no others were following their departure and flew a little bit in their destination's direction before stopping to wait for Riahnnon. "Let's be on our way..."

((Too short, hate it...))

All Tomb could do was give a short laugh, and continue on. He didn't want to give anything away so easily about himself. Then again, what harm would there be in it? They would all find out soon enough, as soon as he found what he was looking for...

"Obviously, it hasn't been easy for me, being encased in this... prison. I haven't eaten, slept, or seen with my own eyes for a thousand years. I go where I will, searching for any clues to what these things are, and why I became trapped in them. That's mostly the reason I came here, I suppose." He sighed, those ruby eyes glancing from side to side.

"I originally came from the area around Sudan, I guess you could call me a Nubian, if many of those existed still. More Egyptian, but still from that area. I was a sheepherder, to put it simply, and I guess I must have fallen into some ruins, hit my head, passed out, and awoke in this state. I've lived by observing, watching, and waiting. I have to say, my favorite moment in history has to have been the crusades. So many of my bretheren died in those wars, even if my family was dead by then..."

His voice became distraught, and he turned to what was a gaping hole, the mouth of a giant clown face. "Here... This is where it is! A funhouse!" The sight of it seemed to turn him maniacal, driving him into a laughing frenzy, until he dived into that door, deep into that darkness that beckoned him. He had completely forgotten his companion, taken by the lust for the item he sought.

At first, nothing came from the abyssal inside of the building, except for the echo of Tomb's laughter, and the soft tune of an organ. Then, the laughing stopped, and Tomb called for her.

"Come on, child! Just follow the sound of my voice, and I'll lead you to the object that I have been searching for!" Tomb winded through the twisted halls of the funhouse, avoiding all the playful traps and entertaining pictures, eventually bringing him to a maze of mirrors. It was dimly lit, but he could just make out his own image in the glass of one of them. He took diligence to stare at the stone that surrounded much of his body, and once again begin laughing. "Not for too much longer shall I have to deal with this!"

The maze was much like the rest of the funhouse, many dead-ends and twisting halls, so Tomb ended up retracing his steps to reach his destination. He could sense it like a pulse in the air, calling him as much as the dark spirit of the park was, but he was destined to find it, whereas he had no real interest in what Jekyll de Hyde had to offer him. So, it came as a shock to find that the path he was following brought him to another dead-end, without any alternate path.

"This... where is it?! It should be here!" His frustration rang in the glass, his cries of fury carrying throughout the whole building. It had brought him so far, just to lead him here? No... there had to be something else. He looked carefully at the last panel, looking it up and down for any clue, but there was still nothing. It drove him over the edge, and he lashed out. From those ruby eyes came something of Tomb's inner power, a white beam piercing the glass, superheating it to the form from which the glass was originally shaped, a ball of molten silicon.

What was left froze Tomb's anger, and brought him back to his ecstatic state. A door! A hidden door lay hidden behind the glass, and Tomb wasted no time rushing through it, to see what was awaiting him behind it.

Zandar sat in composed silence in the lobby of the hotel. He appeared to be in a state of meditation, but anyone who knew Zandar would know otherwise. He could also be sleeping, but Zandar didn't sleep very often. No, he was actually reading something. A book, to be exact. It looked to be growing as he read it, which, in actuality, was true. It was the chronicles of the journeys of a friend of his, and this copy and the copy his friend would write in were linked somehow so that anything that was added to one would be added to the other.

This was how Zandar passed the time when he was inactive. Being in such a state as he was when he read sufficed to replace sleep for the most part, so the more he read, the less he had to sleep. It was an incredibly long book, so long, in fact, that no one knew, or had even read, the entire contents of the book except for the creator of the book; Zandar's friend, of course.

Zandar himself was halfway through it at least, and was vexed that his friend was adding pages faster than he could read them. He reminded himself to ask his friend to slow down the next time they saw each other, however long that would be.

Zandar marked his place with a leather bookmark and, after closing the book, placed it back into his pack. He stood up and looked around the room. He was glad for one thing at the moment; that Baza wasn't bothering him.

(woo a giant post about nothing)