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[blastiafreak]

[The video's not very clear when it comes on; it's dark and gloomy, showing hints of thick dust and cobwebs--a glimpse of a window reveals deep fog--and then it shifts to Rita's wide-eyed face. When she speaks, she's trying very hard to pretend she's calm...and failing pretty horribly.]

I-is anyone else stuck in this weirdo place? I mean, it's not like I need help or anything, but-

[A loud creak and sudden clatter of footsteps interrupts her, the shutters to the window abruptly blowing open, and she jumps with a yelp.] Aah--! Uh--it's not sc--just where's the exit, already?!

[Maybe realizing that the video's still recording her little freak-out, she quickly shuts it off.]

[ooc: Tags slow forever. ._. Sorry!]

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[blastiafreak]

Huh? I...I guess... [She makes a little gasp of surprise, but doesn't otherwise protest, glaring ahead at the open door. The light only penetrates a few feet beyond into what looks like a dark, dusty corridor.]

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[stargathering]

[ Dark... Tyr really doesn't want to go into the darkness again, but it could lead outside. With that hope in mind, he walks confidently forward.

He gives her hand a quick squeeze. ] It's just a curse, so... It has to end eventually one way or another.

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[blastiafreak]

[She walks with him, less confident and more cynical. One way or another, huh...] You mean until we either die or run around until midnight.

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[stargathering]

Don't say that! We're not going to die! [ He snaps it at her, glaring. There's no way they would die, even if he can't promise it. ]

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[blastiafreak]

[The force of his reply makes her look at him in surprise, and then she flushes and glowers off to the side.] It--it's not like I was saying we would, you know!

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[stargathering]

You still said it.

[ He flushes, too, realising how he must have sounded, but he stands by what he said. He doesn't look away from her as he continues more calmly. ]

We'll find our way our or we'll be tossed out at midnight. Either way, we'll be fine.

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[blastiafreak]

I was just saying it's a possibility! [Which...is probably the same thing, and she avoids eye contact beyond a quick glance.] It's not like I don't want us to get out alive.

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[stargathering]

But you still think we might not. [ Calm and cold. This is the time where Tyr doesn't even want to tolerate her cynicism. ] We can fight, and if we need it, I have a water rune. There's no reason to think we'll die easily.

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[blastiafreak]

You don't have to remind me! [Or maybe he does. As annoyed as she is by his tone, she's--although she'd deny it--also a bit less pessimistic now.]

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[stargathering]

[ Not that he can tell. ] I hope not...

[ He looks away from her and starts walking again. Unlike before, at least it's not pitch black, but he can barely see anything but the bare outlines of the hallway. ]

action; ♥! And bedtime. Good night~ :3

[blastiafreak]

Hmph... [And she's not exactly the best at expressing it, either...

She's silent for only a brief while before speaking up again, still a bit moody.] I can't see a thing...Let's light that torch again.

action; ♥! Good night! /o/ I'm going, too;;

[stargathering]

[ He'd be happy if he knew, at least.

He doesn't say a word as he pull the makeshift torch out again and holds it close her her to light. ] You can carry it this time, too.

action; ♥! Aww, hope you slept well. :3 And good morning!

[blastiafreak]

[If only-!

She makes a grunt, lights the tip, and snatches it from his hand.] Now let's just get moving.

[In the dim light, the corridor seems long and featureless.]

action; ♥! Good morning! ♥ I hope you did, too!

[stargathering]

[ If only! ;_;

Like that monster...illusion thing. He's sort of irritated by her behaviour - really, she can be annoying! - and just keeps quiet as they walk. ]

action; ♥! Thaaanks~

[blastiafreak]

[;_;

Poor Tyr. Rita's not entirely oblivious to his annoyance this time, but she's too moody to apologize, too...So she just sighs behind him.

There's an answering sigh to Tyr's right.]

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[stargathering]

[ If she had any doubts, she would know how annoyed he is when he turns around to grumble at her. ]

You don't need to sigh that much. I heard you.

[ Because...it's not like there's anyone but the two of them, right? His ears are just playing tricks on him. ]

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[blastiafreak]

Huh? What's your problem? [She answers with a scowl, because she only sighed once! And didn't hear anything else. Maybe Tyr's more annoyed than she thought.]

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[stargathering]

You sighed once and then again immediately after. It's annoying. [ Tyr definitely wasn't hearing things either. ] Don't get fed up on me just because we haven't gotten out yet.

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[blastiafreak]

What? [Rita sure thinks she is! Her voice and expression are mixes of disbelief and annoyance.] Idiot! Don't start hearing things that didn't happen!

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[stargathering]

[ And Tyr is all annoyance all the time. ] I'm not hearing things!

[ He sighs and turns back away from her. ] It was probably just a draft or something if it wasn't you... [ And there definitely won't be anymore sighing, right? ]

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[blastiafreak]

I didn't feel any drafts. [Totally hearing things, even as the next sigh--on his left this time--doesn't come from her.]

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[stargathering]

[ Tyr bats his hand over his left shoulder, like he's shooing off an annoying bug. ] I'm hearing one.

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[blastiafreak]

What's with you? [She watches him swat at nothing, still skeptical, and doesn't hear the sigh that comes from around Tyr's feet.]

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[stargathering]

I hear something, and if-

[ His feet? How is that even possible. He resists the urge to kick just because Rita's there. ]

-I can't believe you can't hear anything!

action; ♥! Okay! Have a safe trip! /o/

[blastiafreak]

Hey! [She's almost starting to worry about Tyr.] Don't start going crazy or anything, got it?

[Although this time, instead of a simple sound, a pair of blackened, gnarled hands seem to reach right up out of the floor to grasp at Tyr's feet.]