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Another tremor had just struck Ashdown as Shun trudged through the rainy landscape. It wasn't enough to throw him off balance, but he certainly felt the earth move under his feet. At least the sky wasn't crumbling down or anything like that too. Not yet, anyway. If this kept up though... He really hoped it would stop sooner or later. He was just glad that he had a place to park his bike where it was dry. The constant rain wouldn't be good for it.

"World may as well be falling apart now," he muttered under his breath.

He walked pass a certain trashcan that had several notable cuts in its side. It hadn't been replaced or anything like that, though it did make a few people wonder what could have cause it. He heard some people say a ghost had done it. In hindsight, Shun wondered if anyone had actually been nearby when he had originally damaged the bin. That probably would have freaked someone out. Though to be fair, he hadn't been aware that such actions would transfer over to the real deal. Now he knew.

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Turning about, Shun looked to see that he had just walked passed Algernon. A quick glance around told him that Jeremiah wasn't with him, thankfully. Or maybe he was still in the cafe he seemed to be exiting.

"Professor," he greeted in turn, giving a curt nod of his head. He wasn't quite familiar enough with this Mercer to notice the difference in attire, though it did look like he might have lost some weight.

"Just finished your lunch?"

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Shun glanced back at the can in question, shaking his head, "I have since moved past using trashcans as practice dummies. I have been practicing in general, though. Finally met with Heliodora and she was able to give some advice on the matter as well."

Progress was still slow, or at least it seemed slow to him. Some things, he was getting better with, but if he got into a magic fight in Other Ashdown, he was fairly certain he would lose. He was not ready, in that regard. And that thought bothered him, possibly more than it should. But then again, these things in general bothered him a lot as of late. Nothing he did felt like it was really enough.

"I do not suppose you have worked up any new spells, yourself?"

"She was... rather upset over the loss of Adoelle. She insisted on seeing to my questions, however. Possibly to help keep her mind off of other things," he stated. It was a guess, in the least. He had offered to let her vent out, but the girl declined.

Shun then tilted his head, "Really? I have been finding myself crossing over more than before ever since the ball had ocurred. I am not certain if I am just unlucky in that regard or what."

But if Algernon hadn't been popping over as much, then maybe his frequent crossings weren't another sign of worlds blurring together.

"But I suppose my visits have had some merit to them..."

A sigh escaped him. Ah yes, the Destroyer. Evil chipmunk was one way of describing that thing.

"Yes... I encountered an evil chipmunk that people wanted to release from its prison because it was cute. This was before the ball," he grumbled under his breath. People had a tendency to do stupid things. With or without magic being involved. Having magic only seemed to make it easier to be an idiot, however.

"I did return to the theater more recently... and I have learned a couple of things. Namely, I have a small idea of something that may yet come."

Among other things, but the poster's contents was more relevant to Algernon. He had doubts the older man ran any risk of becoming a Faceless. Unlike him.

Shun caught that slight twitch of the lips, but he didn't comment anything about it. Sure, the idea of a killer chipmunk was 'funny' to some. They had not been there, dealing with the idiocy, though. Instead, he just went on to explain what it was he saw.

"The time prior, there had been movie posters for certain major events. Finding Heliodora, Blackfriars, and then a third poster with glittering masks; something that hinted at the ball. A new poster has since gone up. This one depicts a rainy town with a burning stake before a forest."

He tilted his head, "You would not happen to know if this town has a history of witch trials, do you?"

It was something he was planning on asking one of the oldest residents of Ashdown later on. Perhaps she had stories or rumors on that matter.

Shun nodded slowly.

"My thoughts exactly. But... even if this sort of thing had not happened in past cycles, the idea that it might come around is... a bit foreboding. We may need to be extra careful around here..." he started, pausing as he looked Alg over, "Unless it is Sunny who is at threat of being burned."

Of course, it could be something else entirely. The imagery of a burning stake had some strong implications, especially in this general area. The really wasn't all that likely to be a coincidence. Things dealing with magic were rarely coincidental anyway, he found.

"Unfortunately, unlike the ball, we do not have much of a timeframe for when things may happen. I am going to guess it may be sometime soon, though."

"Yes," he started, taking a glance around. The street was pretty desolate, but he dropped his voice a bit lower anyway, "And I still agree that something needs to be done about her. But to be burned at the stake is a brutal and unnecessary way to go about an execution. There has to be a cleaner way of going about that."

And if not, he'd put up with it. But it didn't please him to think about it. It was one thing to have to murder or whatever, so be it. But if they were going to do it, he would rather it be done in a quick manner. And burning someone to death was not a quick and painless way of going about it.