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The bell above the door rung quietly when Rosalina pushed it open and stepped inside the hole-in-the-wall book stop, so she figured there would be no need to announce her entry further. At present, it seemed like she was the only one in the shop anyway.

She approached the counter and, with a small bow of her head, greeted the woman on the other side. “Hello,”

Jill had just stepped back from her snowman she’d made next to Nya’s down in the Swirling Gulf. she used purple snow for hers just because she could and it was there, but didn’t know that at the end, the snowman would take an exaggerated form of whatever expression Jill herself was wearing.. which can only be described as the epitome of resting bitch face.

“...”

She hadn't been familiar enough with the Ward prior to this– but the sudden appearance of the Pixie Playground had certainly caught the miqo'te's attention. Faris spent enough time in Il Mheg and Lyhe Mheg to be well acquainted with the fae of the First... and perhaps in some small part hoped that she might be able to find a familiar face here. Feo could traverse the rift, so perhaps...

But no, no pixie here had heard of the Mad Bloom, or the King... though they did seem to share many of their proclivities, much like mischief. Far be it from her to begrudge it, even if she had really (really) liked that hat– the fae seemed suitably pleased with themselves and content to leave her be for now. Which was good, because making a fool of yourself was always better without an audience.

“Feo Ul?! Can you hear me?!” In the far too quiet following the shout, she cast a few glances around to ensure there were still no prying eyes in the tiny village. Still, nothing, perhaps a few inquisitive pixies... in for a gil, in for a mil as the saying went. Once more, with gusto!

Maria looked around the chasm at her feet, at the signs of combat that couldn’t have taken place too long ago. At the bottom of it, a thick bundle of cabling cut into two pieces; a rough cut, but it didn’t need to be clean to get the job done.

She didn’t help with this one. She wouldn’t have even known this hole was here were it not for the unstable ground of the Cotes ward practically forcing her in this direction by making every other route too precarious to walk through.

It was close to midnight, so she knew that this pit would close up again soon and a new one would form... but she wondered if Nya knew that, as she was still poking around by the wires.

“You are aware of how close you are cutting things down there, yes?”

“If I were you, I’d start making your way up before you were buried.” she said, though it might be a bit easier said than done. Due to the constant earthquakes, the hole had only gotten deeper after it opened, and the walls of it were a bit steep.

So Maria knelt down by the edge, offering a hand out to let Nyarlathotep know that she’d reach down and help pull her up, if she tried to climb up on this edge.

In a never ending quest to round out the collection stored on his many many bookcases, Ozpin finds himself browsing book store aisles he’d normally avoid. An unimpressed gaze scans the titles in front of him with a furrowed brow. He picks up one just to turn it over in his hands. ‘A Beginner’s guide to the Outer Gods.’ Hmph.

Religious texts were never really the wizard’s cup of tea, but as more and more time passes even just mythos and story based accounts start rubbing him the wrong way. At this point he’s thoroughly tired of the divine of any sort- and would rather eat nails than invite anymore divine intervention into his life. With a sigh, he shelves the copy before turning to leave the section- and promptly almost runs into someone.

@greenishmoon

(At last, some peace...) On the distance, Phoenix could hear their voices. Their violent, bloodthristy voices screaming for Fragments, screaming for lives that they’d take, all in an effort to break down this city to rumbles. A very apocalyptic imagery, if you ask him. Could this have been how the world was originally destroyed. He hopes he’s wrong. For if that were the case, what’d stop Utopia from falling too?

But this is not the time to imagine worst case scenarios. Now he has to recover his energies before going back home. And what a peculiar place he entered at just to do that! A library, whose open door saved Phoenix from a close call. He’s lucky that nobody has spotted him entering this place. In fact, there doesn’t seem to be anyone here.

Wait, that’s not exactly true. Phoenix can feel a presence. Of what, however, he can’t tell, but he’s certainly not alone in this place. He’ll admit, this place is a bit creepy, now that he looks around better. Were these spider nets always this big? And were these shadows always this twisted?

Things from Jill’s past were now coming back to haunt her.

Not a villain or a boss, no, she didn’t really have anyone that she could call a nemesis or  anything like that. No, the thing coming back to bite her was when she temporarily became a demon in that disaster-turned-MMO. She felt incredibly silly, for some reason, when she assumed her Fantasia form.

She wouldn’t be able to explain why she felt silly looking like a demon, I mean Varisella looks like this all the time and it’s not like she had a choice back then, but... she felt like if someone who knew her saw her like this, they’d laugh. She didn’t exactly fit the demon motif in her normal life.

But risking that was a hell of a lot better than risking dying right now, so it’s what she went with. She wasn’t sure what the transformation looked like because she closed her eyes as she resigned herself to hitting the button on the app.