[Wandering around the hallways, she stumbles upon a door and slowly opens it up to nothing but cob webs and crows.

Blinking, she coughs and brushes some of the webs from her face to a room that looks like it hasn't seen the light of day for hundreds of years.] A Conservatory?

Ugh, it smells like something's died in here. [Fumbles on herself, ( Read more... )

[The video starts of simply enough. You get a good visual of Spain's face. If you know him, you'll find that he looks unusually serious. No one really sees Spain this serious nowadays and maybe it's a bit unsettling. A little. But given his circumstances (trapped somewhere in a dark place he hardly recognizes), he believes he should be quite ( Read more... )

[ He's in the library - a semi-circle of books laid out around him, opened to various pages. Every few seconds, he's seen flipping through a few of them before moving to another. Each move is accompanied by a few murmurs of something or another in low, thoughtful Italian. As if he's trying to understand some of the things he's reading but can't ( Read more... )

Oi! Hey guys! Hey!

I'm tryin' to get somethin' of a pub goin' 'round here. So first off! Anyone know where I can find some beer layin' 'round? I mean a lot of it, kegs an' kegs of it.

An' second off, I gotta fix things up! Thinkin' about usin' an empty room or my bedroom.

So c'mon, which of ya weirdos wants to help me out with this?

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[coming out into the mansion Demark runs as fast as he can, he looks vigorously around from one end of the hall to the other. just what the hell was going on here?! some sick experiment? a horror film? a dream?]

Oi! What’s going on?! Someone needs to explain somethin’ to me, ‘cause this definitely doesn’t look like anywhere I’ve been before!

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[Wandering the corridors carefully, almost suspiciously with a candle in her hand as she peeks around. The ghostly hand that seems to shadow over the clock seems just a bit unsettling.]

...Why- does the clock say thirteen hours...