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((Entering + investigating))

Following silently behind her reaper Mitsu walked down the familiar walkways keeping pace with the brisk walk. Even in the short time here the buildings were somewhat familiar....except for the door they were suddenly approaching.

She saw Xiu move toward it to investigate and hurried along feeling the odd sensation she had back on Famine.

"I...don't remember this being here before." Mitsu said softly as they entered moving a little faster when they saw the Baku up ahead.

The note to stay on guard was heeded. Mitsu's ears were high and alert for any type of noise. Though Xiu's statement held a bit of interest. Mitsu had not seen anything similar on her trip to Conquest. "Glyph?"

Wylfenne re-emerged from the shadows where they were both hiding from people and trying to study them before they actually find up a way of how to talk to so many people. One-on-one was being hard enough, but with so many people around they felt lost. Only the unmoving presence of Invinctus was reaffirming.

then again, that curious noise they heard before, coming as if from nowhere..... the fae looked around, but everything seemed to be normal, probably, a bit too normal for Wylfenne's liking.

[+1 point]

Somewhere deep in their mind the fae felt that the time for talking about beauty and flowers and mastery of Conquest architecture was over. The old feeling of being watched over, and of something dark to happen, that was lulled by the flower Lacie gave them, and the whole atmosphere of grace and calm as surrounding the Heir, came back. It was evident now that the air was charged with waiting for something to happen - probably that was the reason why initially the Heir came into the temple in rather a sulken mood.

Besides, there was that room.... the room Wylfenne actually never mentioned to anyone, ashamed and frightened of their experience. Now the same air of ancient horror was crawling around, and the fae decided to make a quick tour. This noise was haunting her - but despite their suspicions, they couldn't find anything to prove it. They stared helplessly at their companions - Aurien, Lacie, the reaper boil - have they ever been properly introduced? Shun, isn't it? - all the new people who came into the temple, and then rested their gaze with Invictus. Aren't the people around feeling this tense longing for something to happen?


[investigating]

He was the master commander

At least Invictus sort of felt that way with all sorts of people following after him as he descended down into the chamber. A chamber that as it was, nobody should have been in it. This read on his face plainly even as he looked back towards a familiar voice piping up -

When had all these people shown up? Well, he knew when, it was simply striking to see how many people he seemed to have following him for some reason. Oh right, curiosity. Amityville students always had that curiosity that lead them into destruction and other forms of chaos, but...

he was the one leading, so he was jut as guilty.

"The reason why someone would be down here is that they shouldn't be down here." he answered. Which was why he had to come down and investigate why there was someone down there that shouldn't have been.

[Entering & Investigating]

"Oh where, oh where has my little Xiu gone. Oh whereee oh where could she beeeee?" Lou cried softly, the back of his hand touching his forehead as if he were about to swoon. Of course he wasn't, but if some ghoul happened to notice how 'distressed' he was, perhaps he could give up the ghost and venture off with them into the dorms.

Still, all of this was worth a try. What better things did he have to do? Thanks to the leader of the four clans, jack s**t.

As he walked with suitcase in hand, the boil took deep whiffs of the air, as if trying to claim a scent strand of perfume or the sweet, sugary soul of the demoness he currently sought.

But... What was that?

What was that noise?

It really shouldn't have caught his attention, but for some reason it very well did.

Lou stopped, his smile fading only for a few seconds as his brow furrowed. "I hate this place more and more every day..." The boil mumbled quietly. He should really go. Lover, not a fighter, remember?

But...

Oh, what the Hell. It wasn't going to be any safer anywhere else on this Jack damn island. And who knew? Maybe it was some damsel in distress ready to properly thank the first boil who saved her.

No, even Lou realized that probably wasn't going to happen. Not here. Not now.

The sound of designer shoes striding across the ground began to get closer and closer towards the stairs, only peeking in at first.

Wait... Was that?

"Oh, would you look at that? We have got to stop running into each other like this." The boil spoke loudly and waved towards Xiu. And she even had her little wolf friend with her, too. How cute.

"And you know we should be turning back Invictus. Or is this room different from the one at War?" Her purple eyes flared in the dimness of the stairway moving into the room.

"The last time I went into this room it nearly ripped me apart from the very core. Is that going to happen again? Let alone why would you all have something like that."

Screw it. Invictus could kill her now, or she could die when she got to the bottom of these steps. Either way she wanted to know why. Why would the horsemen have a device that could consume the FEAR of Halloween?

"No. I will not turn back." Invictus's voice was firm. "You chose to follow me. I never told anybody to follow me down here. It is your own curiosity that has brought you down here. Not me." He looked to Sammy with the same look her always had on his face. No matter how much being home had 'loosened' his facial muscles, he had steeled them again.

"As it stands, you should not follow anyways, so it would be in your best interest to turn away from this."

He glanced towards Shun, then away, saying nothing to defend any ideas he may have been getting. "Think what you will, then. That is your right and nothing I say now will change what you may think of it."

Well, they had their leader, hadn't they? The fae decided to follow the Heir whatever happened. Those of lesser status should stack after those who have weight, and then just be of use. (Wylfenne might be not eager to accept they were somewhere down in the stack, but still under these circumstances would definitely prefer to follow someone who at least knows what the hell is going on).

So they quietly went after the Heir, even though the air sent shivers down their spine with bad - really bad - memories. They glanced around to see whether their companions of chance were following.