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[At around 8:30, which is just under two hours from when the ghouls vanished, when the mansion is free from the sounds of crashing, combat and impending violence, there suddenly rings out an almighty SHRIEEEK! from somewhere on the ground floor of mansion

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[living_sigil]

[since the night didn't give her much of an opportunity to sleep, furiae was trying to catch up, unsuccessfully, after the disappearances of the monsters. she was starting to drift off, her window curtains still drawn, when the shriek pierced straight up to her bedroom, making her leap and effectively ruining any attempt at getting any rest.

she picks up the telephone in time to catch the end of the tirade, wincing as the noise grates on her ears after a long night of uneasiness and fear.]

Ah ... excuse me, but ... the damage wasn't our fault, madam ... [she tries to keep her voice firm despite the exhaustion and her continued confusion about how a telephone works, to only partial success.]

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[It would seem that Rosanna is having none of it. She clucks tersely through her teeth, evidently not appeased.]

Oh, and just whose fault is it, then? Eh? Little elves and goblins that came in the night?

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[living_sigil]

No, neither of them. There were ... strange monsters here, last night. Or perhaps men, wizards ... they were very violent. They came out of the mists and attacked the manor. I had meant to clean up, but I thought rest would be prudent first.

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[mysterium_npc]

[No small dose of sarcasm here.] Ohhh, wizards were they? Well I see, do excuse me. It'll be faeries dancing around in the larder next.

There ain't no such thing as wizards, young lady! And it ain't nice to tell fibs!

[voice]

[living_sigil]

Then they weren't humans. I am not lying, madam. Whatever they were, they tried to kill us; I would never joke about something so dreadful.

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[mysterium_npc]

You'd be surprised the excuses that come out of people's mouths when they've been caught in the act, missy.

So what did these not-humans look like, exactly?

[voice]

[living_sigil]

They were tall, almost like men, but in hooded cloaks. I ... I didn't want to see what was under their hoods. Their eyes, at least, were red.

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[mysterium_npc]

[She sounds aghast.] You're making that up!

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I'm not. You can ask anybody who was here last night. Ask Allen - he protected me from them.

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[mysterium_npc]

[Rosanna has yet to learn the names of the people living in the house, so she doesn't connect "Allen" with "white-haired boy with the weird-looking arm and the scar on his face." Nonetheless, she's not so bull-headed that she can't hear when she's being told the same thing consistently by everyone she speaks to.

That does not, however, mean that it makes any more sense to her.]

And what then? Out of all the houses in this whole town, they just turned up here, marauded in to create bedlam, and then vanished into the dead of night? What would make anyone do such a thing!

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[living_sigil]

I don't know. It may be possible that ... it's related to whatever brought us here in the first place. That would be the only thing I can think of that would make any sort of sense ...

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[mysterium_npc]

[She hasn't actually been told anything about how (or why) the residents of the house came to be there. Taylor and Elias employed her based on the fact that, being inured to Taylor's sometimes-odd and socially awkward behavior, she'd probably tolerate all of their strangeness without asking too many questions of it. But she can hardly not ask questions about this.]

What do you mean, 'whatever brought you here'? Didn't you all come here to study at the university?

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[living_sigil]

To study?

[and suddenly there's a flaw in her line of thought. furiae automatically assumed that people knew how all these strange folk got to the manor. she fidgets silently for a second, trying to figure out how to explain it.]

No ... no, I didn't, at least. I'm not sure if I can explain it properly ... you may have to ask the men who are keeping watch for us. Elias Watney knows.

[deflection! or so she hopes.]

[voice] orz How did I miss this tag ;;

[mysterium_npc]

Does he! And Taylor Aldrich as well, I suppose!

[She hmphs haughtily. Like she now knows two men with whom she needs to have SUCH a word. But at least its a new outlet for her ire.]

Very well, young woman, very well. I will do just that!

In the meantime, I've just had one of you lot down here doing his bit. [And then she actually seems to relent. Because she would actually feel a little bad at this point acting like she was ordering anyone, but particularly a young lady, down to do her job for her. She gives a sigh, almost like she's giving in to a request more than making one herself.] If you want to come down and help just...make sure you're decently attired to do so.

[She's had about all she can take with half naked teenage boys already.]

it's okay!

[living_sigil]

[for a moment she's not sure if she's just gotten them into trouble, but ... well, she couldn't have explained it.]

Yes, of course, I'll be down immediately - er ... why wouldn't I be decently attired?

[it honestly baffles her. is decency not standard here? she's seen all sorts of nicely decent people so far ... ]

[mysterium_npc]

[She sighs deeply.] I'm sure I wouldn't know. You'd have to ask one of those two...boys.