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The Guardian (12) - Maybe you expected weeds and mushrooms down here. Maybe you expected bugs. You probably didn’t expect a raven. Or, at least, it looks like a raven. It is a rather large bird, and seems so impeccably groomed that it almost doesn’t even look real. It has no dust, no dirt, no feathers out of line. Sometimes, it seems to mind its own business, but in the darkness you can hear its flapping wings and scratching the ground nearby. All the same, it is very curious about you. Sometimes it will follow you around. It is unintimidated by you in the slightest, and seems to hold no regard for personal boundaries. It might stand at your feet, or on your shoe, or land on your shoulder if it feels like it. It will pick through your hair or pockets, like it is looking for something. It likes jewelry, and you might be wise to remove what you have once the bird starts poking around.
The raven does not just croak or chatter, it talks. Sometimes, it will repeat what you say perfectly. Sometimes it will repeat it in a mocking tone. Sometimes it says something completely new. Maybe you hear it whisper ‘help me’, or you hear it weep, or scream, but sometimes–when you look at it–it seems like it understands. Occasionally, it makes a vague observation about your expression or hair, and while it does not carry out a conversation, there is an intelligence in its eyes that makes it seem like it’s amused by you. It cannot be caught and will shriek and attack if you attempt to cause it, or the cemetery, any harm. It will bite, scratch, and peck until it chases you way, so it’s best to do no harm and let it be.
The raven does not just croak or chatter, it talks. Sometimes, it will repeat what you say perfectly. Sometimes it will repeat it in a mocking tone. Sometimes it says something completely new. Maybe you hear it whisper ‘help me’, or you hear it weep, or scream, but sometimes–when you look at it–it seems like it understands. Occasionally, it makes a vague observation about your expression or hair, and while it does not carry out a conversation, there is an intelligence in its eyes that makes it seem like it’s amused by you. It cannot be caught and will shriek and attack if you attempt to cause it, or the cemetery, any harm. It will bite, scratch, and peck until it chases you way, so it’s best to do no harm and let it be.
The news about the underground cemetary had spread through the city like wildfire, it was all over the news and he'd heard people talking at the grocery store, it was something of fascination in the city. Not only was it an underground cemetary that no one knew of, there were no records of, but none of the people could be traced in the cities history and some of them predated the city being founded, it was all some big mystery and that was what had everyones attention - including his own.
He'd talked to Mason about going, not asking the other to come with him, but rather stating that he planned to go. Alexandre wanted to go and see what was down there, despite knowing the place had some form of security in place, he knew he could get in and wander the place and see what was down there. He'd heard of the plants and the art and statues and he was beyond curious to see the place. That was why he was going, despite knowing there was likely some holiday magics in play here, he knew this could be dangerous but he was willing to risk it. He was never lacking for a weapon to defend himself with.
Shivering he huddled into the scarf he had round about his neck, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat, as he stood staring at the entrence to the underground cemetary. He had a flashlight in hand, ready to provide the light he'd need, but he was hesitating and he knew it. He knew this place could be dangerous.
