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After getting the three books, Ignis had laid the candle down on the floor. Hearing the screech as well, he sighed and scratched his head. More screaming and something breaking... Well, I'm not going to play hero and see what that was.

Returning his attention back to the bookshelf, he spoke while running his fingers along the books. "I suppose that depends on your personal opinion." He picked out another random book off the shelf and added it to the three he already had in his other arm. "Me, seeing as no one here has attempted to attack me or something so far, eveyone's sane enough for my taste."

Ignis was about to pull another book out of the shelf when a thought hit him, making him freeze on the spot. The people kidnapped here... Were we all just picked off randomly? Like the way I'm choosing the books right now? Or... He took a step back from the shelf, his face looking uncharacteristically troubled. Books were categorized into genres, and people could avoid or pick out books depending on those genres. Do we all have something in common..?

Elon stopped looking at the books in the dim candlelight and scratched his head. He himself had yet to wonder the actual reason why they were all there. He knew about his own strength, and he knew that everyone else in the house was weird too. He shrugged off the thought and decided to ask Ignis about what he did in the kitchen. Slowly, he walked over to the other boy and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Ignis. Was it just me hearing things?" he rolled his eyes and spun his index finger, indicating that in a house like this it was very likely, "Or were you talking to the sink?"

(( I'd just like to note this is the first day of thirty. Plus, if anyone's checked the front page (NPC sect), the poltergeist is a young girl. Unless a different poltergeist was summoned. Please confirm if it was a different poltergeist, because I'd need to make an NPC post if not.

You guys have plenty of time to explore. ))

Ignis pushed the troubled feeling out of the way, whatever the case, there was nothing he could do about and therefore something not worth his time. With a sigh his facial muscles re-arranged themselves back into their calm, neutral expression. But he was now wondering if he should just lie and say that the other boy was hearing things, or tell the truth.

After a small pause, he said his answer. "Yeah... I was talking to the sink..." He wasn't going to explain any more than necessary, maybe Elon would ask further questions, maybe he'd be seen as a crazy guy that talked to 'inanimate' objects.

((No, it's fine. We just weren't pushing you hard enough for the information until right now. So, now that you gave me the information, give me your kidneys))

Elon gave Ignis a sarcastically confused look. "What did you say to it?" he asked quietly. He wasn't sure if it was a private matter or not, but he thought it would be interesting to know.

Stevan stood up. He smelled something good. The smell controlled his feet, even though he told them not to. He ended up at the library, watching a girl read a book. "That's a good book," he said. "Sucks that they splatter pig blood on her and then she goes psycho." Stevan walked over to the table. What was he going to say? 'Hi, I'm Stevan, and I see ghosts' No. 'Hi, my name is Stevan. What you don't see, I see. The little sad girl who lives in this house." All possibilities he thought in his mind were strange.

He outstretched his hand. "Hi, I'm Stevan." That was all he said.

You said you made a mistake.
I said 'Yeah, a huge one.'


"Yes I know." She looked up at the boy. "Next time don't ruin a story for someone who may not know what happens though." She dropped the book by her side bored now. "Father read it once. A friend told him what happened and he got mad." She shrugged. "Father like Daughter I suppose." Realizing what she might of said would of been wrong she corrected herself. "Not saying I'm mad. I just like to accomplish things on my own level and by my own means." Ignoring the introduction by the somewhat rude boy who ruined a perfectly great story she pushed herself off the ground.

Her attention was immediately turned to the boy who had just spoke. "You asked it a question?" She asked slightly skeptical of that. Woah, I must be on a roll for sounding rude today. She thought to herself. "Sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that." Leaning over, Fate picked up the book and looked around.