so I guess the fortune teller's right ((canon update and open rp))

[righteous_pen]

It was the first thing Teru had done in - too long. Months. He'd told himself that nothing was wrong, that in a school full of demonic psychopaths it was only sensible to keep to himself. But that wasn't why he isolated himself, and he knew it

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[beastsouled]

Once they had been allowed to leave the stone room where they had arrived, Firekeeper and Blind Seer began to travel the halls with the intention of finding an exit as quickly as possible. Wolves were not meant to stay indoors, and while Firekeeper may have been human in form, she was a wolf in heart and soul.

But this place was riddled with passages and trails that put Thendulla Lypella, the Earth Spires of New Kelvin which was practically a city unto itself, to shame. Even Blind Seer's nose was eventually confused and lost, though he would not admit it.

"Pride, sweet hunter, does not become you," said Firekeeper, padding lightly down yet another hall.

Blind Seer growled in response, increasing his speed. It did him no good; Firekeeper could usually pace him. They turned another corner, and his nose twitched violently, causing him to sneeze.

"I smell it too," Firekeeper said. Even her dead nose could discern something that strong and rancid, and she wrinkled it in response.

"Like heavily salted butter, and yet none that I

[righteous_pen]

A large wolf suddenly bounding at him wasn't even the worst thing to happen to Teru that day, for all that he screamed and tried to scramble out of the way. There was a corresponding yowl of fright from Masuyo, as she disappeared behind one of the cases at the far side of the room.

Shivering, trying to get himself under control, he looked up at - at the woman. Whose name he didn't know. He'd spent so long with the shinigami eyes, grown so used to them, that now the space over her head seemed empty, unnatural, and he had to look away again.

"It - it happens when you come back, the butter," he heard himself try to explain. "I just came here again, I don't - this isn't normal."

[beastsouled]

Blind Seer continued to ignore both the man and the cat, shuffling his pony-sized bulk through a puddle of fragrant butter. It was not a practical mask, like the scent of a deer corpse or rabbit spoor, but a decorative affectation--the wolf equivalent of putting on a feather boa and spinning in a mirror. His blue eyes rolled in ecstasy.

Firekeeper's brown ones rolled in good humor. "He not hurt," she said. "Unless threatened." She examined the man inquisitively, moving in to look closer. Her nostrils flared out of habit, though nose-dead as she was she caught no scent other than the reek of butter. "No door out, then?" she asked, plainly disappointed and almost physically wilting. She didn't want to have to get covered in butter just to get out of this stone prison.

[righteous_pen]

"Just the popcorn. There are doors, doors everywhere -" in contrast with the cell they'd kept him in, with no way out and everything exposed for them to see "-but none out of this world."