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Demian stared blankly up at the door to the headquarters, wondering how the hell he was going to get it open. His black tail curled left and right as he cocked his head to the side, thinking twice about the letter that told them to gather here. What good would he and his other half be, anyway? They were still stuck as cats.

Clare quietly padded up behind him, huffing and puffing a little bit from all of the running. The kitten looked tired, his white fur a little dirty from tripping a few times on the way there.

"M-maybe someone should have come with us..." he panted, sitting down for a moment to rest his hind legs. "This spell is of no use to us if we're just going to be stuck out here."

Demian hissed a little bit, the black fur on his back bristling slightly. "It's FINE! We didn't asked to be turned into actual cats... I wanted to be placed in a better body!"

"Domonic said this was the best he could do without much time to prepare. At least this way, we'll be able to wander around by ourselves tonight instead of dragging Manny into whatever mess there may be."

The black cat shrugged a bit, then looked at the door carefully. If he had a better body, there wouldn't have been so much of a problem... He could have created a shadow for them to walk through, and everything would have been fine. However, without any actual hands, it was much more difficult to draw out the pattern he needed.

"Someone will come and open the door," he grumbled, turning his gold eyes to Clare. "When they do, just pretend to be a normal cat. This is embarressing enough as it is..."

Demian's gaze lifted from his other half as he heard a bark, his black ears perking up. A dog...?

Clare jumped and hid behind the black cat at the sound, his ears folding back and his paws covering his head. He made a pathetic whimper as he thought the worst, curling his tail tightly against his body.

"You idiot," the black cat sighed, rolling his eyes at the coward. He sniffed the air a little bit as the fox-like creature drew closer. That scent... Those silvery-blue eyes...

His gold eyes closed a little bit. It was that other Legend.

"It's Lafe, you fool," he muttered, standing up and stepping out of the way so the white cat would be in view.

"Lafe?" Clare blinked a few times, his blue eyes peering out from behind his paws. Come to think of it, the fox did look very familiar. Sitting up after a moment, he looked a bit relieved that it was someone that wouldn't harm them. "Were you summoned, too?"

"Perhaps we all were," Demian shrugged.

Demian growled a little bit as Lafe rubbed his nose against him, his fur bristling slightly at the touch. Clare, on the other hand, purred a little bit, flicking his tail as he watched the fox sit inbetween him and the other feline. As Wren approached, they both looked a little sheepish, mewing softly in hopes of not being recognized by the demon man.

The black cat's ears twitched slightly at the sound of the thump, his eyes darting toward the door as he grew curious. Did someone fall inside the headquarters?

Clare, on the other hand, became distracted as the door creaked open and the feathers fluttered out. Crouching down on his hind legs, he leaped into the air and batted at one of the black feathers, hoping to catch one to bring home. An interesting toy, these floating things! He leaped again, catching one beneath his paw, and purred happily at his prize as he leaned down to pick it up in his mouth.

Demian groaned and hung his head, shaking it a little at his other half. Idiot... Cautiously, he stood and padded toward the darkness, his golden eyes searching the room for life.

Suds lets out an enormous scream when the lights go out, and she scrambles closer to her companion. Ink had jumped when she let out the burst of noise and hit his head on the underside of the couch, causing him to feel absolutely no empathy for the frightened rainbow creature. Instead, when she scrambles into his grasp, he squeezes her in an unapologetic fashion.

His copy of the letter slips out from under his arm. There wasn't a point for him to try and continue watching now, since the lights are gone and all is black. Nonetheless, he crawls out of hiding as his eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, dragging the petrified Suds along.

Taking the steps two at a time, Levi hauled himself up to the door of the headquarters and paused for a breath. The young pirate stood panting, arms akimbo as he stared at the door. Raising a brow, ignoring the little sounds from within, Levi slipped inside...and into darkness.

"Eh? S'this, then?" Questioning idly into the black, one hand raising to scratch behind his head, Levi waited for his eyes to focus. The darkness, however, was stubborn. He could hear so many things, surely there were others in the room! At that thought, his eyes narrowed...and the pirate edged forward quietly.

One hand dropped to the hilt of his little stone dagger, though he'd never thought of drawing it for protection. He simply checked for it, as he did his pouch, to make sure it hadn't been filched in the dark. The letter Aki had read to him said something about 'flame', so he'd brought the matches he'd lifted from Elle...but lighting one would certainly give him away.

Still moving quietly, sliding his feet rather than stepping, Levi ducked a bit and reached out one hand in search of a wall.