Screams from Within

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

Ithilwen made herself comfortable as Volgana began to drift off to peaceful sleep, her gaze sliding over his still form for a while and then to the backs of her own eyelids. She didn't need sleep, no, but a bit of a rest wouldn't hurt her.

She silently went over the day's events in her mind's eye, playing them over and over again, each scene more lucid everytime they passed, until she was certain she could have recited them in perfect order to anyone who asked. The whole building seemed soothed over in slumber, but that did not keep at bay the ever-wrenching feeling in her gut.

In fact, it was so prominent that she wasn't even surprised when she felt a foreign presence intrude upon their company, and a single azure eye opened slightly to take a peek at Volgana and his reaction to this.

"You felt it too, then, I suppose?"

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

"Yes, something has come too close to our little circle." Volgana said as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a long black cylinder and attached it to the barrel of his rifle. He pulled out a black bullet with a white cross etched into the side. He silently slide the bullet into the chamber and closed the bolt with a click. He raised the rifle to his shoulder as his glasses switched to night vision mode.

"Its my coffin bullet. It is blessed with holy water and it destroys the vocal cords so no sound is heard except the thump of the body hitting the ground.. It is silent also." He wispered as he spotted a shape moving in the distance. With a tap of the trigger a small thump was heard. It was almost undetectable. Volgana watched a the bulled pssed right through the skull of whatever was in the distance.

"I think it was just a piece of rotting flesh and bones that got a little to close." Volgana whispered. He lowered his rifle and slipped another black shell into the chamber.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

Ithilwen couldn't help but find Volgana'a never-ending stock of unusual and peculiar weapons most amusing, as he always did seem to have a knack for pulling something new out each and every time they encountered trouble. She wondered how many were left.

A soft thud resonated soundly in the sensitive cavern of the avariel's ear, her eyes not even turning to look 'round for its source. A strong stench of death and decay accumulated in the room now, and it almost overpowered her senses for a moment, her eyes watering slightly at the pungent odor. The scent, however, was nothing new to her, but what had her puzzling was its unfamiliar potency, the likes of which she had encountered only a few times before in her life. Very few. So few, in fact, that she had almost forgotten it.

"This place reeks of evil," she stated lowly so as not to stir about other creatures in that blinding, abysmal darkness, "and it veils us like a funeral shroud. I don't have much experience in the field, but I doubt I'd be able to sleep under such current circumstances if I were able to do so. It's a wonder to me that you'd even consider it."

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

"I hear what you are saying. I dare not sleep. I don't think whatever I shot was what brushed against the web. I think we are in the presence of something greater." Volgana said as the stench filled his nostrils. His glasses begain to dim as they started to lose power.

"Great, I only have to charge these thing once a month and they pick today to die on me. Well I am almost blind now." Volgana said as he snatched the glasses off his head and slipped them into a case inside his jacket.

Volgana let his eyes adjust to the darkness spotting slight movement in the shadows. He slowly raised his rifle to his shoulder. "I wonder if it will be better to move from here than to stay." He whispered.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

"I highly doubt that this entity is of flesh and mortality," she stated quietly, "but rather something of...supernatural substance. A spirit, if you will, and a malevolant one at that."

The Sadist stirred thoughtfully in Ithilwen's mind, aroused by the presence of something so alike to her in the matters of wickedness and cunning. Her large, blue eyes stared out through Ithilwen's as they both scrutinized the uncanny darkness for any trace of a foreign creature.

"Don't worry," she said as she acknowledged Volgana's techinical malfunctions, "I will be your eyes."

The round pupils that swam in the icy ocean of blue in her eyes contracted and narrowed into long, cat-like slits, dilating slightly to adjust to the lack of lighting, but even with the blessings of an elven gaze, it was still extremely difficult to penetrate that sable cloud of shadow.

"We should move elsewhere. It would be unwise to linger here any longer. Just follow closely behind me, and you should be fine."

And with that, she climbed to her feet with minimal effort, adjusted the katana at her back, and set off slowly into the darkness, hoping Volgana would take heed of her instructions and follow suit.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

((Volgana stays behind and is raped by a ghost. ^^))

Volgana slipped his rifle into its sheath on his back and gripped the handle of his sword as tight as he could. After drawing in the web of cherry blossoms back into his clothes he darted off after her, his feet silently pounding the ground as he maintained a distance of about a foot away.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

((Ehhh...O____o; No comment.))

Ithilwen's senses were on edge, and even the tiniest scuffle or slightest rustle seemed amplified tenfold, her eyes flitting this way and that for any sign of danger. A mouse in a wolf's den, she seemed, never quick to pass up noise or sense of motion as a false alarm.

She made sure that Volgana was near her before advancing any further, and she silently recalled the path they took getting in here as her slitted eyes stared around. Her brow furrowed. The door that she had distinctly remembered being on the wall before existed no longer, and she reached out with a gloved hand in puzzlement to finger the wall disbelievingly, feeling nothing but the solid stone of which said wall consisted.

"The door is gone," she said half to Volgana, half to herself.

She turned herself about, those uncanny eyes never once lingering upon one spot for long as they stripped the thick shadow of secret. They appeared to be trapped in that room without trace of a door, and because of her avariel blood and the race's utter hatred of being trapped inside without view of the outside world or sky, she struggled to suppress the growing anxiety in the pit of her stomach as pure adrenaline pounded furiously through her veins. She swallowed hard.

"We'll have to keep searching for another way out. At the moment I can see no doors or windows through which we can escape, and I have a bad feeling about this particular room. We'll have to find another way."

With that being said, she searched her mind for the right incantation to light their path, hundreds of thousands of Elvish words flying by as she pushed them aside and pulled out the correct one.

"O, Sehanine Moonbow, Wen o Silme, Naneth o Ithil, anno nin man Galad. [Translation: O, Sehanine Moonbow, Maiden of moonlight, Mother of the Moon, grant me your light]."

And from the splayed fingertips of Ithilwen's now bare right hand, five blue and white flames sprung up from the darkness, dancing and melding slowly into one large flame in her palm as the room, once smothered with impenetrable darkness, was now flooded with blue and white light. Sehanine's Light writhed pleasantly in Ithilwen's grasp, cool to the touch of her allies but hotter than the flames of the Underworld to those who would wish her harm.

The light revealed a room completely made of gray stone, vines, ivy, and other various wall-ensnaring vegetation coated the room with their green hide to give the area a sort of ancient, forgotten feel. Just as Ithilwen had claimed, there were no visible doors or windows, but at the very end of the room filtered with blue and white light, there sat, on a dais of shiny, polished silver embedded with foreign, unknown runes, a small orb of a deep green color, seemingly perfect and untouched unlike the rest of the room as a slithering, white wisp of smoke churned slowly from within it.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana didn't like being trapped in this small room. It seemed to get smaller and smaller by the second. Lines of cherry blossoms poured from his clothes and started to float in the air. "I don't like being trapped." Volgana whispered. His once green eyes glowing bright pink. The falling petals started to form chains in the air, slowly circling Volgana in a cloud of pink. In the dim light, Volgana's eyes shone like two candles, with the intensity of the sun itself. The chains spun fasted and started to slice into the ground below like a drill. The sound of stone being cut rang out clearly in the room. A loud clang startled Volgana. He stared down and watched sparks fly from where the petals were cutting. "Well thats a no go. Some sort of metal is preventing me from cutting out way out."

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

"No," she began, once again talking partially to herself and partially to Volgana with a distant, airy voice, "No, I don't like being trapped, either. Let alone trapped in a room inundated with evil."

Ithilwen sort of backed off of Volgana as he went about his business in an attempt to create his own escape route, not very surprised when he found that the room had been enchanted to prevent anyone or anything inside from doing so. After all, if it had swallowed the doors and windows, then it must be dead intent on confining them inside.

Sehanine's Light danced in the avariel's hand as she stared thoughtfully at the deep green orb at the other end of the room, the azure flame filtering shadows that played at her face and features, giving her an almost sinister appearance. That translucent wisp of silver "smoke" (or so she had presumed it to be) continued to twist and writhe in the center, contorting itself into different shapes and patterns in its ocean of green. The woman frowned.

"What do you suppose that is?" She didn't point; rather, she stood facing it in assumption that Volgana would turn around and recognize what she had meant by "it".

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

"It looks like a gem of some sort. Im not to sure but it might react to certain kinds of magic. As for the smoke. Im not sure about that either." Volgana said as he walked over to where she was standing. "We need to figure out how to get out. Neither you or I like being trapped."