#||ic:six

The child's head lifts immediately at the call, ah yes this girl.... Right, they were making things with plants. Grass. No, clovers. That's what she said, right? Yeah. Probably. It wasn't Six's fault she got distracted by the blackberry bush nearby, her belly was empty.

Porcelain mask tilted to see the work of art, she has to admit it's very pretty. For a bunch of plants. "ooh....now what?"

Something about this area was wrong. A silently pitched buzzing, the low flashing lights, a loud stench in the air. Foggy confusion shifted to a panicked anger as she swung her head around, first a step back for security, then one forward once more. Eyes behind the shadow of a mask just barely caught a gleam from the unstable lighting, staring right at a humanoid figure.

Slowly creaking forward and not waiting to see if her partner was around, she leapt finally at the figure- Just to end up rolling and smacking several boards and a cushion on the muddy ground, her 'victim' likely dead. Still a little off, she spits out some of the cushion's fluff, smacking it into the ground once more as the top board splintered in two.

At first, the child ignores the gesture, pretending not to notice. But with nowhere to go and not wanting to turn her back to a stranger, Six slowly turns back around. She only takes a few steps, but that's closer than not. The question of 'what?' arises with a told of her head and two empty holes staring back.

She oddly turns her head to look directly at him, tilting it to the side in a new interest at her friend's statent.

"'bound to music'?"

Backing up, the child's heavy head swings around nervously. At first there had not been too much to worry about, but the noises in the walls and floors did not give any comfort, even less so when pieces of wood, paint, and dirt began falling around them. In a bit of a panic at the loud creaking that overtook the last part of the Mirror Man's words she covers her hard and turns to flee, only to realize he couldn't take the mirror to safety. Could he?

Six paused, everything in her screaming run for survival. Everything except a small voice underneath all the noise in the decaying room; "Help." Trying to pick up the just barely too big mirror and drag it to safety with her, she grits her jaw in the action and whined at the cacophony ringing her ears.

"hey!?"