screwthatnoise

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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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A fire wouldn't be bad.

[glances towards the stairs again...]

Zwei snaps.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!! I think this place is great the way it is!!"

But anyway, that fireplace's chimney looks a little clogged with soot and dust and ash. All that good stuff.

The stairs are grandiose. A little old and creaky looking, but where they lead too is hard to say. It looks dark up there, too.

Edited 2013-08-01 01:42 (UTC)

Why do you?

*reaches up to knock some of that dirt out.*

[keeps quiet for now, and wordlessly offers to take Janta if Mithos wants to linger at the fireplace longer]

"Because the worse off Echo's place is, the better I feel. It's what she deserves, the weird little doll."

She's not a doll.

*shakes his head and leaves the fireplace alone for now, heading for the stairs again.*

[FOLLOWIN']

Something hard and cold grabs an ankle from both of you.

"Now, now. You're looking for the phony, right?"

*braces hard against the tug instinctively -- looks down*

Phony?

The grip is tight, and all you can see are shadowy hands that disappear into nothing at the wrists.

"That's right. The one wearing a red cloak, going around, acting like it's me. Hurting things. I didn't know Echo idolized me so much—! Haha!"

The things Hail bottled up.

*reaches down carefully and curls his hand around one of those wrists, before the point where it disappears.*

We were heading upstairs to the library.

The hand is very sharp—and downright frigid where you grab it.

"Ohhh? That's all really boring!"

Both hands attempt to jerk your feet from underneath you.

*h-hisses -- he probably jerked back hard in the opposite direction at the same moment*

[STUMBLES BUT GETS HIS BALANCE AGAIN]

What the hell?!

The hands disappear conveniently.

"I have the power to mess with you, so I am doing so!"

*. . .

closes his fist on whatever new injury is on his hand and just, keeps walking, toward the stairs*

Fine then.

[yeah, climbing the stairs is still a thing]

The stairs creak, but they hold you. Impressive job well done for those really old stairs.

The door to the library is open.

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