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[ Tyr isn't sure which way is the "right" way, but retracing their steps would probably be pointless. ]

The other door, then.

[ Even though Rita should be the one leading the way since she's carrying the torch, he turns towards the other door without even waiting for her agreement. ]

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[It's fine by Rita, and she follows along with the torch, helpfully pointing out-] Don't run into anything.

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I'll try not to...

[ He swings the other door open for her, and the room it reveals is just as dark as the last two. ]

[She squints as they enter, trying to make out what's in the shadows. As far as she can tell, it's identical to the other ones they've been in.]

...I'm getting sick of this.

[ Tyr doesn't sound too pleased, either, but still takes a few steps inside. His eyes try to find out if there's anything in the darkness, but it's almost impossible. ]

Have you tried just breaking through a wall? [ He'd be surprised if she didn't, the way she was scared before. ]

Not yet, but... [She came close, and she's not seeing any better ways.

Abruptly, she thrusts the torch in his direction.] But I'm not waiting any more.

[ Thankfully, he doesn't fumble and drop it. He grabs it and holds it tightly. He remains sombre and silences any objections he could have. ]

All right...

[ He'll just start walking them towards one of the adjacent walls. Anyone would do, right? They'd eventually blast their way outside. The firelight casts flickering, disjointed shadows everywhere, but he tries to ignore them. ]

[With Tyr holding the torch now, Rita lets go of his hand to take a spellcasting stance and closes her eyes to ignore the shadows, too. Naturally, she...goes for casting another fireball.]

[ Whatever makes her happy, thinks Tyr. He can't take a defensive stance with the torch in his hand, so he takes a few steps back behind her. Unlike her, he watches the wall and her spell closely. There's a nagging feeling in the back of his head that something might happen if he lets his guard down for a moment. ]

[Blowing up the walls of this place that she hates to much will be, at the very least, satisfying on some level. She completes the spell, sending a pair of fireballs across the room to the opposite wall, where they connect explosively. Debris and smoke chokes the area and almost seems to move strangely in the flickering light.]

[ And Tyr will just grab her hand protectively rather than cover his mouth as he coughs into his shoulder. The lack of light exploding from the hole means she didn't blast them outside, and if there's something in the next room (or the current one...) that comes after them, they're not going to fight it in the dark. ]

[She holds his hand while bringing up her free one to wave smoke out of her face, squinting through the haze.] It's impossible to see...But there's no way we can get outside yet.

[ The swirling smoke makes him think he sees something moving, but he knows that's not possible. His voice is a little muffled. ]

Do you want to just keep breaking down walls until we reach the outside? There might not be another way...

[Rita could almost swear she sees something in the smoke too--just like when she looked out at the fog from the windows, like there's something waiting for them...]

Huh? O-oh...This is the most reliable way! I mean, your rope was useless. [Which comes out more harshly than she intended.]

[ That's definitely a small stab. He lets go of the rope, which makes a dull sort of thump on the floor. It really didn't help them, he tells himself, and forcing their way out is the best way.

Still, he's not that eager to keep moving. He can't shake the feeling that something is waiting for them, either, like it's all a trap. ]

As long as we don't send the building down like this. [ He can be bitter, too. ]

[Even noticing the thump, she remains ignorant of her poor choice of words and focuses her attention forward again. They can't just stay and wait--that portrait monster from earlier is still wandering around...]

We won't! Come on! [And with that, she pulls him towards the direction of the hole.]

All right-

[ At least she's still confident; that's always a good sign. The fire flickers as they go through the smoke - shouldn't it have dissipated by now? - and into the hole Rita created. Tyr's feet crush some debris from the wall, but it's not at all difficult to pass through.

And there's still a lot of smoke everywhere. Clouds of smoke are all the torch illuminates in the somewhat warmer room. ]

[Her throat tickles a bit from the smoke, but she keeps striding forward--all the better to get out of the haze as soon as possible so she can stop having to try and ignore the tricks the smoke plays on them...]

Ugh...Is it getting warmer?

[ And how much it hurts to crush pieces of drywall when when Tyr's only wearing his usual slippers. ]

Maybe... It might just be from your spell.

[ But he doesn't believe that, or that her spell is the only reason for the smoke. ]

[Oh, Tyr...Rita will have to get him kitty-boots next.

She grimaces, just as skeptical as he is, especially with how thick the smoke is and how it's not thinning as they walk. She knows her spells; it shouldn't have been this bad unless it was because of the house itself...]

There must've just--there had to be more flammable materials in the wall, or...

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[ All the embarrassingly girly accessories? He probably owns boots; he just didn't put them on. ]

That's right. You knocked out a door before, but that wall had to be different.

[ He'll still try, even if he has his doubts. It feels like it's getting warmer, too, he thinks - or maybe it's just him. He's not really sure.

But when he looks at the smoke more, he thinks it's weird for it to be moving like that when they're inside supposedly windowless room. ]

[Everything cute~ Maybe next time.]

Of course it was different...All this smoke is too-

[She's cut off by a cough. Damn, the smoke's really thick--it might be getting worse..]

[ Next time, Hello Kitty boots. ]

[ He narrows his eyes at her. He's only breathing shallowly himself; the air is too thick. ]

It's not right. [ He tries to pull her back. ] Come on, let's fine a different way.

[Yes! The cutest ones.]

Y-you want to turn back now? [She's still stubborn, even as her voice cracks from the smoke. It is getting to the point that it's dangerous, but...

Reluctantly, she turns around with his prompting.] Dammit...

[ And then those can be the only cute thing about him! ]

We don't have a choice.... [ He gives her hand a little squeeze, and unlike when they were walking in, Tyr's eager to get out. The smoke's stinging his eyes and making him somewhat light-headed, but at least they haven't walked too far. ]

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