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Candle in hand Feyd had barely exited the storage room when he heard it, a knock, someone was knocking. Why someone would be knocking at this hour he didn't know. Nor did it strike him as strange that he could hear the knock from his position, after all it was a day for strange happenings.

Blinking back sleep the actor dutifully went to the heavy door and undid the latch to peer out into the gloom. A glance told him it wasn't a member of the theater, and therefore a potential customer. With the politest face the sleepy Feyd could muster he greeted the stranger, "G'evening, may I help you?"

As the conversation concludes, Igor turns his attention back to the mirror he drew from beneath the cushions. Taking the Tarot Card, he holds it close to the surface of the mirror until the card is suddenly swallow into the glass, small ripples forming around where the card disappeared.

Suddenly, the light in the room fades, darkness creeping from the corners of the room. As the darkness grows more prevalent, the music of Nameless and Belladonna also weakens, until it is nothing more than the shadow of an echo.

Darkness mutes the room for minutes, then the faintest glow appears above, near the ceiling of the chamber. The appearance of the glow is accompanied by whispers, and more lights that possess shapes. These spirits begin to mingle, dancing and entwined with each other. However, a particular spirit, its glow weak and haunted in shadow, descends upon the inhabitants of the Velvet Room. As it approaches, it touches the doctor with chills, and says in a dark voice:

"Hahaha... The little man denies me, yet I am the deepest part of him. Are you afraid? I will join in your journey for a little while; I do hope that you will not bore me."

The voice is suddenly cut off as Igor summons the spirit into a wooden box in his lap. Wavering, as though attempting to resist, the spirit finally flies into the container. Snapping the lid shut, Igor takes a puff of his pipe, waiting.

Slowly, the spirits above dissolve back into shadow and light returns to the room. Nameless and Belladonna continue to sing, as though the room had not been just visited by beings from another realm.

Lifting the lid of the wooden box, Igor reveals an infant inside.




[ x ] Personality :: The spirit of Ankou is quiet and thoughtful. Although he is but an infant, his eyes possess a quality that makes him seem aware of all secrets within the world. The child is often sleepy.
[ x ] Notable Features :: The most distinctive feature of this child is his eyes, which are always clear and piercing, even when he is exhausted.

Nekura flashed Ayira a wide smile, "...Ayira...I can tell you have a soul everytime I look in your eyes..." he stated to her and then smiled up at the ceiling, "...And...that leaves us as friends and work associates since I will be living and working here...You will be gaining a small portion of my profits...or potions and such to play with the guards."

“Pro’ly.” The captain rolled his shoulders before stretching his arms above his head, producing an audible popping sound. It was getting a little late, and Zasar was becoming quite sleepy.

“Aint it some’t boring? Dreams’re a nice place teh escape teh fum time teh time.” He raised an eyebrow at the thought. Arms still raised above his head, he lowered them, tilting said head to one side and removing his hat to ruffle pepper grey and white hair in thought before replying. “Neh, ‘d much rather stay ‘n me ship then ‘ny land space.” With that, he replaced his hat.