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Avery waited to see if Westhor could make anything of them, but then noticed that his light was growing dimmer and dimmer. Alarmed, he leaned down, wondering if the markings had done something to him. That was until he saw his eyes were drooping.

"Oi... are you sleeping?" He asked, shaking his shoulder hard enough to wake the boil. Though when he did, he noted the ground where they had kneeled---or fallen in one case, had cleared away, revealing something else entirely.

"What is..." This time the behemoth crouched down, smoothing away the dirt with his hands, until the crystal beneath it was more than visible. "What is this? Glass? Crystal?" Weirder yet, it was glowing crystal. Almost like the fire crystals he was used to seeing, back in his homeland.

Vanth's eyes studied the wall with only half-interest. Indecipherable carvings and old Halloween history were never really her thing. They made mistakes in the past, which was why she looked to the future. Things could change, would change, if they worked toward it.

But in the present, between carvings and a future of halloween-human equality, was a lost human bleeding itself to death.

Her eyes suddenly caught on the red smear, her whole body tensing up. Delicately she reached her hand out to touch the blood-looking substance with one fingertip. Her voice wavered. "Argyle, it's down here..."

She could only fidget there for so long before her resolve broke. Her monstrously large sticker-decorated phone was quickly in her hands, pressing the bind-aid box into the corner of her elbow. "I'm going to send out a call for help."

Hang on, little human. They wouldn't bleed to death. They would bleed to DETH.

Okay, that did sound sort of bad out loud.

Selene heard Arcana behind her, but only as a bubbly, distant sound. She was already underwater, because nobody could see her underwater, and -

Dingdingdiiiing~

Speaking of bubbly sounds, she was amused to hear what her phone sounded like underwater. Heck, she was amused that her phone worked underwater! She plucked the phone out of her pocket and emerged from the surface of the lake, reading it quickly. Oh no, official business! Hiding in embarrassment would have to wait.

She put the phone away, convinced herself that Arcie would get the same message when he was ready, and waded over to the shallow end of the pool to come closer to Vanth. She was sure he wouldn't expect an answer so quickly, but then again, they were in the same room!

"Hi." Selene whispered, very shyly. Despite having been in the water, Selene's soggy look wasn't much different from what she looked like dry. She hunched slightly and looked up at Vanth meekly.

"Did.. you need me?"

"Shut up Avery." Kato growled back at the teasing, not really looking up at the other boil as he said that, instead he rolled over. He did not take the hand offered either. Hrmph! He can pick himself up!!!

"Im fine im FINE." He also growled back at the lightning rod boil. Deep down kato just really, really hated feeling weak. He could walk on his own two feet... breath his own air... and dust himself off from the dirt and grime that covered him. It was a serious wonder why Kato was not freaking out to all of the dirt around on the floor. Not to mention he was sitting in it still. Maybe it was the fact that there was something UNDER it that was drawing his attention. Avery had caught on too, and was scooping away the dirt for him. Good.. less crap for him to touch.

Biting his lip Kato made a small squeak and moved to also help uncover the ground. He might hate getting hgis hands dirty, but once and a blue moon his own curiosity got the better of him. Besides he was already covered in it... Why? He wanted to see if the ground was some sort of pattern. Kato moved more of the dirt away, trying to take as much as he could away in his general area.

"Jinhai... i think theres something on the ground." The noble beast had heard the call, he was just replying a little late, and was answering the question that the other boil seemed to have with just his name.

The treasure belonged to those who picked them up. It whispered to them, it satisfied their greed, just briefly. It was theirs only. Noone else should dare to touch their treasure, whatever they had picked up.

Anyone who dared to claim otherwise was against them. They were just jealous they hadn't found such amazing pieces themselves. In fact, why not try out some of the pieces of found treasure? Such beauty clearly was only meant for great owners.












Upon further inspection next to the blood trail was a strange thing that looked nothing like the general texture of the cave. It was a fabric, a simple black cloak, rugged and torn at the edges. Bits and pieces of dark red stained the fabric like a strange demented painting, as if the colour had suddenly burst everywhere at once. A few flecks littered some of the wall and ground near it. There seemed to be something underneath the fabric.




The crystal floor, upon being unveiled, seemed warm to the touch. Leaning in close to listen to it yielded a strange pulsating throb, as if the very floor itself was beating with a heart. The semi-solid portion of the floor however, seemed rugged and jagged around the edges, as if portions of it had broken off. There seemed to be something buried underneath the crystal... but the shape was unclear...



The flowers remain very firmly fastened to the ground at any point of contact. In fact, they seem to have disappeared.



The chalice did nothing more, no moving budging, prodding, or anything being placed on or against it would make it yield. It was firmly stuck under the water.





The chorus in the water began to pick up in pace, a crescendo that grew shriller and shriller, the tone turning from melodic to oddly dissonant, almost menacing...

For someone whose people dealt heavily in alchemy, Cain was only moderately interested in the treasure beneath the surface of the water. The Baphomet watched as the others began to dissipate from their original cluttered group, spreading out to observe the surroundings. Some circled the outside of the cavern, admiring the flora an the odd markings which encircled the walls an floor, while others went splashing into the water, leaping at the chance to pick up the beautiful gold trinkets. It was the latter of the two which caught the demon's attention, steely eyes following them as they waded and splashed and enjoyed themselves. To many, the blood and tentacles which had attacked them seemed forgotten, so caught up in their own enjoyment that they took any opportunity to use this new cavern as a playground. Of course, Cain didn't seem to disapprove -- in fact, if anything he approved of the concept of not giving a flying jack about 'saving' anyone, or whatever the 'heroes' seemed to think they were doing. They were all here for their own entertainment, whether this was a fantasy of saving some 'poor, helpless soul' or wanting to watch it all burn, he saw no difference.

Turning his attention away from the water, (he was in a suit -- there was no way you could catch him dead in that pool,) the demon turned his attention to the grooves beneath his polished black shoes, silver eyes idly tracing the marking with his eyes. A slight flick to his right showed more grooves, and his eyebrows furrowed a little thoughtfully. Still, he said nothing, instead moving idly to move towards one of the markings on the wall, peering at it but keeping his hands in his pockets.

Sin's suit was completely a lost cause he figured, and taking off the suit jacket he placed it at the edge of the pool, finding it much easier to swim with a bit of leeway.

There was a very pressing desire for more treasure that wouldn't really go away. So he indulged it, holding his breath to dive to the bottom, sorting through the assorted junk down there for anything that was wearable. Necklaces went around his neck, bracelets at his wrists. Whatever was able to be gathered up was, and even the more fancy jewelled brooches went in his pockets. Rings on the fingers. He stood up looking like a very halloween Mr T. Yes. He deserved these. He really did.

He'd put up with so much hassle these last few years in school, it was only jacking fitting he got to raid its cave of wonders before he left.