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There were several drawers here indeed. Looking them over for a moment or so, Shun went on to attempt to open the open the middle drawer, running his hands along the bottom to see if there was something he could pull on.

The dim lighting in the room didn't bother him much right now. Though, he figured he may need to grab his phone to act as a makeshift flashlight soon if he needed a better look at one thing or another.

"We have our reasons," he murmured, hearing Sammy's mumbled words.

Thackery filed in with the rest of them, hanging towards the back, footsteps light and only slightly nervous. With every pause, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, which did absolutely nothing to hide any anxiety.

Once inside, he followed Shehk closely, not wanting to mess something up. When she turned her attention to the bookshelf, so did he, looking over the titles beside her as if he were a dark little mirror image of the ghoul. Most seemed relatively standard, but...

Fingers grazing it as if it would fall to dust at any moment, he slid one of the Boogeyman handbooks off of the shelf and held it cautiously as he glanced around. They'd just discussed that this was something that Boogeymen couldn't really be trusted with...so maybe they could bypass them with the help of this.

It wasn't too heavy, but it also wasn't too light. It weighed roughly as much as a regular Scareon. After a quick shake, Sammy can hear something rustle around inside. There is also a small clink of something else within.



Many of the books Shehk pulled out and examined had blank covers. Shehk pulls one out completely, and a piece of paper comes fluttering after it. After snatching it out of the air, it looked like the cover to the book.

A quick flip through it revealed that it was a yearbook. It seemed that somebody had taken a black marker to many of the faces inside, improving and embellishing the pictures with monocles, mustaches, top hats, and -- Wait. The pen they used was scented.

Shehk takes a deep sniff of the page. Huh. Chocolate. Weird.



Shun is unable to run his hands along the bottom due to the vast amount of paper and school supplies he encounters. A pen snake hisses and latches onto his hand! Shun withdraws his hand and manages to shake it off, the offended pen slithering and slinking beneath a mess of papers on Red's desk.



Demi doesn't think he sees anything. All he can smell is dust and the tang of liquor from a bottle that he manages to find rolled under her desk.



Thackery is now in possession of A Boogeyman's Guide to Otherworld Bars.



The books were rather normal for such a normal office. How to Train your Minipet, Advanced Music Theory, Emergency Field Care 202, and Dancing with Fire. The books that were opened are impossible to read, as the letters seem to shift and twist in and out of focus the longer Aymet looks at them.

With the Most Valuable Piece of Information That They Would Surely Find Here still held carefully in the crook of his arm, Thackery cocked his head at the sight of the interesting bookmarks. Ooh, glowy! He nearly reached out to snatch that one up, but his fingers curled against his palm in hesitation. Maybe not. Maybe glowy was bad this time.

Instead, he inspected the metal object that was being used as a bookend, still hesitating on touching it. It wasn't the potential of dissipation that worried him; that nagging feeling that he was going to ruin this for all of them still wouldn't quite leave him alone.

Something rattled inside the package, a clicking sound? Glass? Metal? She wasn't sure what it was exactly. There would be only one way to find out though. Very carefully she would open the box. She flinched the whole time as the paper unwrapped, it felt wrong, but, they where here to find out more, even if it wasn't what she had expected it to feel like.

Shun let out a sharp hiss as a pensnake had bit onto his hand. After it had retreated back into the drawer, he scoffed lightly before deciding to move onto another drawer. Papers weren't really something he could look through all that well.

And so he opened up the drawers on the side of the middle to look through.

After browsing the commentary written on pages and in the margins, Shehk gathered a couple facts about the former gym teacher. The first is that she liked to fight: a majority of the comments were either along the lines of I'll beat you next time! or more often, I look forward to fighting you again, you better get stronger for next time seriously stop trying to fight me until you get better!

The second was that she was rather close to several names that Shehk can recognize as current school faculty.

The third is that Red was a club leader. Amityville Coursers. The club photo was a rather blurry photograph of the club members in motion. It looked as if they were about to mob the poor photographer.



The metal item was a trophy of some sort. Or was it a statue? It was hard to see, but it was rather angular. Thackery squinted at it. It didn't do anything.




Sparrow took the box out of Sammy's hands and squinted at it. Yep. It was still a wrapped box.




Sammy took the box back from Sparrow and RIIIIIIP went the gift wrap. The undead ghoul opened the box and discovered a folded letter. Sammy picks the letter up and opens it. A scareling's scrawl meets her eyes.



Beneath the letter is a sealed cookie jar with folded cloth wrapped around it to protect it from damage in the mail. There is a brisk smell of something coming from the box. It's something sharp, but that is all Sammy can determine.



Using just her eyes, Amirta can see... paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork. Most of it seemed to be legal babble in regards to the local sparring laws as well as half-drafted letters from Red arguing how some laws should be altered. After reading, it appeared Red was fighting to get Amityville better gym and sparring equipment.



(( The back of the desk looks like this. Which side and which drawer? ))



The papers crunch painfully as the book was quickly flipped over, bending them. The cover of the book Aymet flipped over had a black cover. There wasn't anything written on the cover.