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Florian was out again, though right now he was Schwetzingen even if he still had his camera out. Something had shifted in the city, and now that he knew more things existed here that were out of the ordinary, he could tell the night air was full of energy and the hint of something unknown.

Turning back, he looked for Kaisariani and snapped a quick little picture with his camera. Another candid shot, his favourite, and he smiled and waved for the other to hurry up and catch up. "I think we can get some nice photos of the trees changing colors if we hurry! It's just the right weather for it, honestly." That last little bit he mumbled mostly to himself, content that it wasn't as cold as it could be this time of year.

Feeling something beneath his boot, he stumbled and waved an arm to try and balance himself, but when he shook his head and looked around, the sidewalk and small shrubs that had lined the path they had been walking on were gone. Turning around on the spot, he looked for the other and then noticed the thing he'd stepped on. Picking it up, Schwetzingen rolled it between his thumb and pointer finger as he looked at it. This was definitely not one of the dice he was used to seeing at the nearby card shop, and for a moment, he wondered if he'd just been Jumanji'd.

More focused on the new area they were in, he could vaguely see a dimly lit path ahead. It looked like a gameboard and at least they were both here.

"It looks like one of those gameboards. I think I'm okay and my camera seems okay too. Are you okay?" Looking the other over, nothing seemed out of place but then as they reached out to touch the die, it fell from his hand and rolled across the ground.

Without any more notice, a force started to push him back and away from Kaisariani. "What?" More surprised than harmed, he felt himself being shoved further and further with the dice getting yanked along with him.

When it finally stoppped and he could see that nothing had happened to the other yet, he went down to grab the dice before something shot out at him. Yanking his arm back, the sleeve sliced through, he whipped around and looked for whoever or whatever had done that.

"Something's here! I don't see it though..." Keeping his attention on the area around him as he moved, another burst of air shot past him and he noticed the slightlys glint of light off it, realizing it was some sort of string.

"Can you get through?" Calling out, he tried not to move as he heard more of that shrill sound but nothing else had hit him yet.

At least as Kaisariani managed to get closer, he could see them. But the fact that they couldn't cross through the squares outside of what the dice result was made this frustrating.

With all the strings around him, it was hard to roll, but as soon as the die hit the floor, all of them vanished, and he felt that very rude force shoving and pushing him forward.

When it stopped, Schwetzingen was confused by the smell and turned to look back. "Do you smell that?" And with a shift of his foot, the ground started to swallow him slowly.

"Quicksand? Or maybe peat? It's cold!" Whining a bit at how gross it felt. But he couldn't panic; if it was like things in the movies, he just had to be careful, and if things happened like before, he just had to find the die in this muck and roll it to reset it all.

Though that was easier said than done, as he made a face at the cold mud as he sank further while trying to wade through it to find the die.

It was a relief that when Kaisarianni entered the square, they could actually interact. Part of him wondered if whatever weird invisible walls might separate them, but with a touch to his shoulder, he nodded and finally managed to get a grip on the die and roll it. Even if he couldn't see the results beneath the muck, it finally freed him, and he managed to stumble forward.

Not as far as he had hoped, but with a step, the ground gave way a bit, and he couldn't help the yelp that came out as he tried not to fall on the shifting ground. Seeing something moving below, he jolted up and looked back. "S-spider." While he wanted to yell, it came out more as a squeak as he tried to find someplace he could roll the die without it getting stuck to the web like his shoes had.

After carefully rolling the die, banking it off the thin edge of the square before the web started, he hurried forward even before that burst of force hit him. It was a shorter distance than before but he had managed to see the other for one moment as they yelled about bats. When he tried to turn, that wall stopped him and shoved him just that last little bit.

"What do you mean, bats? Oh gosh, we'll need to get you a rabies shot!" Even if it might be magical, or whatever it was, he knew that rabies was serious. The shots weren't a walk in the park either, but he'd had to deal with them before, after a trip with his parents to South America.

Stepping back, he heard a crack, and then things started to shift. At first, it felt like he was standing on a moving platform, at least until that too cracked and he dropped into the cold water below. Another shriek at the change in temperature and how sharply the icy water bit at him, given the fact that he was still wet from the muck from before.

Holding onto the edge of the ice, he kicked his feet to keep above water as he tried to figure out how much space he had to roll the die again.

Even if they couldn't see him, he still made a face at the magical bat comment. Neither of them knew if it did things like regular bats, so it was better to get looked at if you asked him.

Throwing the die over the ice flow, the feeling of cold water vanished, and he found himself on solid ground as he moved forward. He was closer to the end but not quite there; maybe it was because of all the unsteady places he had to roll the die on.

Sighing slightly once it stopped, just a few more squares short, he coughed as the air he breathed felt toxic. It wasn't like anything he'd smelled before, but it felt dangerous, and he pulled his sleeve over his face slightly to try to breathe through it to hopefully filter out whatever it was.

At least that was the plan before he saw that the fabric of his outfit was breaking down, sending a panic through him as he worried if that meant they'd see more than he wanted anyone to see of him.

Moving towards the far side of the square, he looked down and saw the skin on his arm and hand moving on their own, sliding off with a mess of rotten liquid. Gagging, he closed his eyes and remembered the die, tossing it again and hoping this was fake too. Part of him wasn't sure, considering the muck and water had effected him and he still felt chilled to the bone.

He heard Kaisariani, but he didn't want to say anything just yet as the air cleared and he got shoved forward. This time, his feet couldn't keep up, and he stumbled forward and fell into them. Looking down at his arm first, at least as much as he could see, he was a bit horrified to see that his sleeve had, in fact, melted, but other than that, his skin looked fine.

Startled for a second time, he looked up at Kai. "Nobody heard that right?" There were so many things going through his head right now, but with all the bright light in this square, it was hard to focus on any one thing. "I think we can get out of here now..."

Though he made no real effort not to be slumped into them. Hopefully, it would keep them distracted enough not to look too much into the fact that there were holes in his uniform.