Night 58: Grand Ballroom

[witchdetective]

[ from here ]It was just yesterday that Erika had thrown herself into this strange place for what should have been the last time, but she was already back. She might have been more upset about the fall, which certainly wouldn't do her aching body any good, if she hadn't perfected her "talent" of falling right on top of Sync each time they

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[falseblack]

Any care built into this venture had vanished the instant Nigredo regained his balance. A part of him was sorry for Ritsuka and the inevitable confusion that was likely to erupt, but there existed nothing in Nigredo that could explain better than anyone else. Therefore, rather than joining the illuminatingly obvious discussion, he stepped around the group to peer behind the staircase. As he did so, the child pressed an index finger to his recent gift, forcing a blood vessel to open and a red slit to form. This he brought to the ring's groove, setting another gem in place of the old.

The area behind the staircase contained the mentioned doors, crafted in black stone and standing rather ominous compared to all else. If this was the entrance to the caverns, Nigredo could pass through without care and leave the mess behind. Why does that seem tempting? he thought dully as he mouthed his bleeding finger. Why want to move when it meant a kind of abandonment?

Hey, I'd do it, the false Rubedo proclaimed.

Sighing, the child turned to reconsider the group (in time, too, to hear Ritsuka snapping). Only, he halted mid-step, eyes widening as he caught what looked to be a phantom ascending the staircase. Rika? Without bothering to consider how insane he might have looked, Nigredo started toward the staircase. "Rika?" What was she doing here?

[purpletaint]

...A present, then. Oh, he nearly loved Yomi then. The woman was so thoughtful, really.~ If only the two he cared about weren't here, he would have relished the opportunity. As it was, he still appreciated the gesture--missing only pretty paper and bows tucked atop. He grinned openly at her, and moved to respond--but instead was interrupted by Ritsuka.

Albedo shifted his weight, moving to look at his age mates. Nigredo was on the far side, looking at the door there. And likely wanting no part of what was going on. Albedo would have laughed at that, if he didn't catch Ritsuka out of the corner of his eye. The boy was more cat than human in the moment, tall poofed and ears pinned back. And once again, being more aware of the situation than most. Albedo stared for a moment, then dipped his head, smiling. "All right," he gave surprisingly. "We'll just be a group of people, with a couple who happen to hate each other within."

That said, he moved to mirror his brother's motions. If they were to be a happy group that might burst apart at any moment, might as well do what had been set out to do. He hummed quietly, and moved to the opposite door from his brother. A large door with two indentations. Well, now. Wasn't this a cliche?

With a raise of an eyebrow, he slid a hand into his jacket and pulled out the two seemingly useless items they had gathered. Which fit perfectly into the door with a clear click.

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