☼ Rouran (The Old Capital)

[Ergo War]

Yo-ko

Jaxdrill

XAyame_HatakeX

Nothing in the house was strange. They would find clean dishes in the sink, some bland-looking food, and not much else. Out back, there were a few potted plants and a coiled-up hose on a small patio, and off to one side was a stack of halfway-rotten fence posts.

The cellar was slightly warmer than San might have expected, and now that he was down there, he could sense nothing but the strange sickly sweetness. A shiver would run down his spine almost as if he were being watched, though he would not be able to hear anything other than the phenomenally loud clicking that Daichi had no doubt grown sick of by this time. With every step San took down into the cellar, the clicking would grow louder and more fevered.  

[Ergo War]

Yo-ko

XAyame_HatakeX

Jaxdrill

The flowers were a completely innocuous strain of desert lily and seemed to have nothing wrong with them. The slight smell they gave off was not the same one that permeated the air in the cellar.

Daichi and Ayame would smell mostly the faint musky smell of the cellar rather than the floral scent that San had sensed, though there would still be faint traces of it. There was nothing noticeably out of place in the dank darkness, but the grate that covered the well--the same grate she had destroyed earlier--had been completely repaired, and almost looked brand new. The seal on it was strong, and there was a faint blue-green glow in the stone walls of the well. The clicking would become harsher, almost angrier, the farther into the room she went.  

[Ergo War]

Yo-ko

XAyame_HatakeX

Jaxdrill

For a few moments, it would almost seem as if the clicks were being made by a puppet before shifting back to a more consistently organic sound. If one of the group members were to look down the well, that person would see a strange, wispy fog where the ground was supposed to be, and beyond even that was a bright pinprick of purple light. Nothing could be sensed inside the well thanks to a barrier like the one San had encountered in the alleyway, as all sensory techniques simply returned the same sickly sweet scent as before.

A familiar, Kazekage-esque presence would register on San's radar, who would show up as a woman would on his and Ken's sensory techniques. Moreover, she appeared to be carrying a couple of bags of something. She treaded lightly and hummed a soft tune to herself as she walked down a nearby street.