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[solo_insanity]

[One might be outside or catching a glimpse of the scenery through the window. But wait, Wasn't it bright and sunny just a moment before? The clouds have rolled in blocking out the golden rays, but they can't obscure them completely. The area is left in a haze of oranges and golds as if a fog had settled in. The door just passed by? Gone. The

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[stainedlotus]

[Oh, well, he's got no problem with the sudden Fall weather, it's actually pretty nice. Not too hot and not too cold.

-Oh, but he does have a problem with that scratching, and those voices. And. Okay where did the door go? Kanda's looking around for it but can't seem to find it, and the voices do nothing to settle his steadily rattling nerves. It sends a chill down his spine, causes goosebumps to rise all over, hairs on his body standing on end.

This. couldn't be good. He was getting a bad feeling from being here, it made him feel extremely uneasy, and he had no way to protect himself. Even Tease was feeling uneasy about this room.

He'll just. have to find an exit, quickly. And the only way to do that, he assumed, was to continue on.]

[solo_insanity]

[The leaves jostle about his feet crunching as he moves. If anything they seem to form a path. Up farther down it splits with a set of red only leaves forming the left path and yellow forming the right. The voices continue still formless. From the left are sounds of cooking and a mess hall. Chitter and chatter of many voices fill the air as someone shouts out orders. To the right it is less chaotic and more orderly. A single voice sets the stage and directs tasks to a group of individuals.]

[stainedlotus]

[Kanda comes to a stop at the fork, and doesn't continue on. Not yet, anyway. He's just listening to the sounds. The sounds of the mess hall bring back memories of time spent in the cafeteria at the Order. The voice making orders reminds him of Komui. Listening to both, at the same time, make him a little homesick for the place he left behind and betrayed.

He never thought there would be a day where he felt homesick for the Order.

Kanda shakes the thought out quickly, shoving it back in his mind to lock away and never deal with again. This wasn't the time for such weakness. He was stronger than that, goddammit. He was still Kanda fucking Yu, for crying out loud.

Balling his fists at his side, Kanda turns and takes the yellow brick road pathway.]

[solo_insanity]

[The evil you don't know over the evil you do know. Sure that is the right path, Kanda? Either way, the yellow leaves become less and less a jumble of leaves to more orderly where they lock together like a brick road. The canopy about them gets thicker and the trees boast now have paintings attached to them. Pictures of people Kanda knows in the more formal pose for official documents. Nothing seems out of the ordinary as he walks by them.

However, should Kanda look back after passing each face will have a pair of dates next to them. One for birth. One for death.]

[tempersword]

[Purses her lips slightly. Sudden changes in the scenery (and getting locked in), especially for the more eerie, were never a good thing. She puts a hand on Mugen's hilt and grips it tightly in case she needs a quick draw.

She tilts her head to get the best estimate she can to where the voices are coming from before walking that way, stamping the deep blanket of leaves beneath her feet.]

[solo_insanity]

[Leaves fall on her head as if someone had dumped a bucket as she walks. The voices are switched to laughter as two figures dart away from her in opposite directions at the prank. One is small boy with short hair and scar across his nose. The other is a long haired, young woman in a flowing dress. They scamper off, and Kanda may only have time to chase after one.]

[tempersword]

[Stupid leaves. Swatting them off her head. She looks up to see if she can make out the source of the voices--

and stops. That was the last thing she was expecting to see. For a moment, she's just stuck in place.]

--Hey! [Glances between them. She settles for moving to catch up to a point where she's not following one in particular, not sure who she's supposed to pursue.] Get back here!

[solo_insanity]

[The both turn in unison (it is eerie really) with their hands behind their back and smile at her. Both are still back pedaling as they do. She should recognize them now if she didn't before. Alma of the past and present. Not hers by their gender, but Alma all the same.

The laugh cheerfully at her beckoning her in their direction, before they turn and run at full speed.]

[meansprout]

[It's easy enough tell, anyway, that the sudden shift in the scenery is a rather poor omen. He turns to glance behind him and to the sides, trying his best to make out the whispered words and determine what direction they're coming from-- ahead? And they're getting louder, aren't they.

Well. Nothing to do but to start moving forward.]

[solo_insanity]

[Something squirms by his leg having trouble moving in the underbrush of leaves. It yips and tries to get its bearings but fails knocking into Allen's legs again.]

[meansprout]

[WHAT WAS THAT he stops mid-step at the first brush-past. And once it knocks into him a second time, he leans down to sift through the leaves and try to locate... whatever it is.]

[solo_insanity]

[Allen picks up a beagle. It tries to lick his face if he brings him up close enough. It is more than excited to see him and wags its tail back and forth. It barks at him a few times no longer muffled by the leaves.

It is a bit beaten up, though. No apparent wounds but it looks like part of its fur is caked with dry blood.]

[besomeothername]

[The shrieks and scratching and cries are cut off by the sound of a voice scolding someone. All exasperation and sharp tones and the occasional long drawn out sigh]

No, you petulant child-

[The sounds of someone slipping, falling, clawing at someone. Something]

See my point.

[For anyone who wishes to approach, they will find themselves staring at not one Lavi, but two. One is garbed in the third Exorcist uniform in a heap on the piles of leaves, practically glaring at the other Lavi. Said other Lavi is looking terrible bored as he holds Lavi's hammer over his shoulder and out of the other's reach]

You're in no condition to wield this right now.

[solo_insanity]

[The voice echo their words. A bit distorted, of course. It might be a bit maddening to not only be with yourself, but to hear the echo of both voices.

The leaves settle around them and there is something glinting off the sun up ahead on the path. A mirror? A shiny token? Hard to say what it is?]

[besomeothername]

[The Apprentice glares at Lavi, practically snapping the next sentence]

Don't touch anything in here, fool. You don't know what-

[But Lavi's already reaching for it. Out of spite, out of annoyance, out of any number of emotions that were too hard to keep still in his skull in this strange place. If the Apprentice didn't like it, then it must be a good thing. Something that could help him. Something that could help him get out of here so he could wake up next to Allen. Have lunch with Yupunzel. Check up on Yuu-bird. All those things he couldn't do stuck here in this ... whatever it was]

[solo_insanity]

[It was a placard rusted with age, but still held enough shiny edges to reflect the light.

Lavi - the 49th Alias
Rest in Peace
]

[rabbitwithwings]

[Not like he was looking for a sunny sky anyway, Hunter is more concerned with getting back to his room in time before the nurse left. Sort has tunnel vision as his wheelchair starts to roll over crunching leaves. He pulls the wheels to a stop, jerking out of his little narrowed world to look around with a scowl, wheeling it around to go back the way he'd come.

Only to find it gone. Dead trees in the way that he can't hope to cross. Hunter curses under his breath and looks back at the way he was going. He's only heard of this, managed to avoid it in his years here.]

I'm not in the mood for this shit.

[Wheeling forward again.]

[solo_insanity]

[The trees don't respond to his complaints. Nor do the voices. They actually stop dead at his mood. But the leaves still fall. Well, they would fall. They aren't leaves anymore. Crow talismans start to drop from the branches. Ones of every kind, color, and make. One lands on a pouncing frog as it hops and stops it dead.

Apparently, they are activated.]

[rabbitwithwings]

[Hunter raises an eyebrow at the scene, hand drifting toward his own pouch of ofuda with a mind to set out a protective barrier around himself. The only problem with that being that he couldn't move anywhere afterward. He growls a bit and takes to studying the pattern - if there is any - in the matter of how they fall.

Or. Perhaps. He could just deactivate them all.

...Better yet?

Hunter thumbs through the contents of his pouch without looking, pulling out the exact talisman he needs. An explosive talisman. He flings it up into the air and activates it, setting off (hopefully) a chain reaction with all the other talismans falling and burning them to cinders before they fall on anything else.]

[solo_insanity]

[Smart Hunter. Smart. The talisman does as expected setting off a chain reaction as the different tags burned. It is loud, though, louder than it should be and Hunter's ears will ring for the effort.

The leaves will burn, too, despite their distance from the tags. When the light and flare of the reaction fades, he's left in a burnt forest. Blackened earth with trees adorned with broken branches. Smoke is thick in the air and replaces any fog that was present before.

Desolate. Dying. Alone.]