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[ he's utterly lost in this unfamiliar maze of a town. he isn't even sure how he got here by now, dizzied by the twists and turns of the alleys. his phone is missing, too, and with the heavy rain coming down, his clothes are quickly going towards the 'soaked' end of the scale.

of course, he thinks grimly, things might get worse. heine zips his jacket up to his chin and walks faster until he reaches what looks like a relatively good place to stay until he can figure out which way to go. ]

[babydoll's wandering an abandoned house -- though it's not quite a house, it's more of a mansion that's on the small side. for now, she's sticking to the first floor, not entirely sure if the second floor was safe.

she'd been outside, but she'd wanted to take a few pictures of the house until it started to pour, so she broke in by tearing open the fence with her sword, something she wasn't proud of, but it had to be done.

she frowns at the rain. weather, why do you need to do this now?]

[ the door's locked, which is just his luck. but all it takes is an aggressive throwing of his weight to snap the rusted, half-in-place padlock. he stumbles on his way in, shakes his head like a wet dog and stops at the sound of someone else inside the house.

he's made an absolute mess by breaking in, even though he's managed to shut the door again. scowling, he unzips his jacket again in the vain hope that that'll somehow help him dry off more quickly. then it's off to explore the house and try and figure out who else is in here with him. ]

[her head immediately turns towards the sound. how did she not hear it while they were outside? was she really too distracted by this house?

reaching for her gun, she moves towards the noise slowly, but not without stepping on a few creaky boards first. she inwardly scolds herself, sighing. there's really no use in sneaking now, so she wanders through halls to find the source, stopping abruptly when spotting someone very soaked and not exactly friendly-looking.]

Hello?

[ to be fair, heine is surprisingly capable of moving quietly. now, though, he's not quiet, footsteps loud until he stops at the sound of someone else's voice. ]

Who the hell are you?

[ definitely not the friendliest. his stance doesn't change into anything offensive, even though he notices her sword. ]

Babydoll.

[she says it slowly, crossing her arms. at least for now, maybe she didn't have to worry about a fight.

hopefully.]

You?

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[ weird name, heine thinks, but he's really not one to talk. it's not the time to mention it, anyway, and he keeps his eyes on her carefully. ]

Someone getting out of the rain.

[ he's immediately suspicious and cautious with anyone, and it's not uncommon for him to avoid giving his name. ]

What's your excuse?

Same here.

[hm. this is turning out to be a little more strange than she originally thought it would be. then again, old houses brought in different types of people.

it doesn't bother her that he doesn't tell her his name, at least.]

Do you want to be left alone?

[ on one hand, yes, he'd rather be alone. on the other hand, he'd rather know where the other person in this house is at all times than not know.

so he shrugs. ]

Doesn't really matter. There's nothing else to do in here, anyway.

[ thunder booms outside, and he looks over instinctively. this house doesn't feel safe, but it's at least drier than the outside. ]

[just as heine does, she looks, too. lightning flashes outside the window and her brows go up. doesn't look like they'll be getting outside anytime soon.]

There might be an old radio in here that works.

[but she honestly has no idea, she hasn't even step foot in the kitchen yet.]

How do you know that?

[ ah yes, natural suspicion. heine's frown doesn't change much from its original slant, though, and he starts going through the doorway. ]

Might as well look around, though.

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I don't know how stable this place is -- we should be careful if we go upstairs.

[she follows, though she keeps her distance. she can't trust him, and she's pretty sure that he doesn't trust her, either.]

Well, yeah.

[ prickly, much. he looks over his shoulder at her occasionally, as much to make sure that she's keeping her distance as to see if she's still following.

the house is a wreck. but it's still drier than outdoors, even after heine starts trying to wring out his shirt while he walks. the empty rooms look like they've been gutted, and eventually they're getting close to the staircase that goes upstairs without finding anything too interesting. ]

[she's not so much concerned about him anymore, babydoll is often wandering away to look at old trinkets left behind by the owners before quickening her pace to catch up with heine again.

the house creaks under her feet and by itself, even the wind affects it, each gust making the house groan. comforting.

she eyes the staircase suspiciously, decides it's safe, and moves past heine to go upstairs.]

You didn't hear the forecast today, did you?

[ quite noticeably, he takes a step back as she goes past to keep the distance between them. still, he follows, taking care to walk lightly. ]

No. I was kind of busy.

[ busy with what, he doesn't specify. as they go up the stairs, there's a distinctly unpleasant smell that carries through the air on the upper level. heine wrinkles his nose, but keeps walking until they reach the landing. ]

[she turns around to look at him once on their way up the stairs, a mix of curiosity and concern on her face, one that quickly hardens when she smells ...]

What is that?

[it's somehow familiar to her, and she moves towards it instead of away. a dead animal? instinctively, she reaches for her gun. she didn't know what else was living here, and she didn't want to get hurt because of it.]

No idea.

[ but that's a lie. it's as familiar to him as it is to her, if not more. heine's pistols are tucked away under his jacket, and dry enough that he pulls one out. it's already loaded, but he doesn't flick the safety catch while they get closer to the source of the smell.

it's behind a door, and by then he's following her closely enough that he can reach out and grab the doorknob.

muttered almost to himself: ] If it's a jump scare, I'm going to fucking shoot it.

Good.

[babydoll had no qualms in harming something (or someone) if they meant to endanger them. by this time, though, she's so used to leading operations that she gives him a confused look when he reaches for the door, but doesn't say anything. she didn't want to get in his way, and by the way he avoided her earlier, neither did he.]

[ ever so cautiously, he turns the doorknob. but once the latch clears, heine shoves the door open all the way and holds his gun ready to fire.

...nothing.

but he's not convinced. frowning, he takes a few slow steps into the room, carefully testing to make sure that the floor can support his weight. ]

[she follows in after him, keeping close to the walls because she still doesn't trust the steadiness of the house. babydoll senses something, and she isn't quite sure what part of the room it's in, but she can feel it.]

Something's here.

[her voice is low, a whisper. the hair on the back of her neck is standing up.]

It doesn't feel right.

[ he shuffles further in, lowering his gun but still looking around. ]

What, are you psychic?

[ not that he would believe her if she said yes, but he's heard weirder things (and done weirder things). he can't see anything yet, but there's a sudden noise — a high, eerie screech that rings through the room. heine flinches, but there's nothing to shoot at. ]

No, I --

[baby lets out a small gasp at the ringing, resisting the urge to cover her ears. she's never encountered anything like this before.]

It just feels strange in here.

[her hand tightens on her gun, but it's not like she can really do much with it. she doesn't know what's here or what it can do, let alone its weaknesses.]

Yeah, I guess.

[ he frowns, and rubs the side of his head. ]

Can you find a source?

[ or anything solid that he can confront? it would at least make him feel better. ]

[babydoll gives heine an exasperated look before complying, closing her eyes, trying to listen, to feel anything that may be near. whatever it was, it was in this room. it made her legs feel heavy and her heart pound.

the floorboards creek beneath her, something scratches at the walls -- nails? -- drag down the decrepit paint. another creak and her eyes fly open, gun raised and shooting at the window nearby.

but nothing's there, and all that comes from the bullets is dust and broken glass.]

Dammit.

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[ heine rolls his eyes while she shuts hers. he just wants to get things done.

the sudden shots don't make him jump (he's used to firefights), but he does blink and wave dust away from his face. ]

Great. Feel anything else?

[ he can feel a shiver of sensation, not nearly as well as babydoll can, but he can't help but feel unsettled. taking a few steps forward, heine goes to inspect the scratches on the wall. even as he does, there's another groan throughout the house. ]

Maybe it's coming from somewhere else.

[babydoll doesn't consider herself psychic. her senses are heightened, sure, and she may be able to do this that normal people wouldn't be able to (damaging her is hard for people to accomplish) but she fights like anyone with experience would.

mostly.]

It must be. It must have left when I shot at it.

[ /got angry. she figures it must have gone into a darker, deeper part of the house.

this isn't looking good.]

Yeah, alright. Let's check somewhere else. No splitting up.

So it ran.

[ scowling, he turns for the hall. ]

Why not? If it's not facing us, it's probably not that big of a deal.

[ heine no that's not how it works have you never seen a horror movie ]

[more firmly this time,]

No splitting up.

[her eyes narrow at him, there's no compromising with her.]

We don't know what it is, or what it can do. We're staying together on this, okay?

All right, fine.

[ he holds up his hands, appeasing and exasperated simultaneously. ]

Is there a basement in here?

There must be, in a house this old.

[she's hoping by the time that they're done with the place, it won't fall completely to the ground. she leaves the strange room, the air becoming lighter the farther she walks from it. babydoll makes her way back down the stairs, checking back every so often to make sure heine is following her.]

Or a cellar.

[ hmm. heine raises his head slightly as they walk downstairs, almost smelling the air, though his steps stay relatively sure. he follows, too, as directed. ]

You go into haunted houses often?

[she shoots him a look.]

Sometimes.

[it's her job, sort of. well, technically, ghosts weren't usually her forte. she liked things that were more tangible.

the smell of dust and simply the age of the house bothered her, though she refuses to wrinkle her nose at yet another thing.]

Do you?

Didn't know it was haunted.

[ he motions at his wet clothes by way of explanation. there are so many doors in the building, he starts just opening them basically at random. quality tactics. ]

I didn't think so, either. I just wanted to get out of the rain.

[but, she should have known better. this ... isn't anything she wanted to be doing today.]

Careful.

[she closes each door as he opens them. she leaves a single long vertical mark with her sword to remind them which doors they have gone through. they don't need anything sneaking up on them because of an open door.]

With a sword?

[ looks who's talking...

thankfully someone's sensible, here, because heine's still opening doors mainly at random. so far, all of them lead to mostly empty rooms, occasionally half-furnished ones. that is, until he reaches one of the doors near the end of the hallway.

when he opens that one, he gets a faceful of dust, purplish-green miasma, and a cold feeling running through his entire body.

he shudders. ]

Jesus Christ...

[ staggering back, looking a little unsteady on his feet. that miasma was not good for him. ]

[heine what are you even doing this is not okay you need to close those doors. she tallies each of them, wandering close, but not too close, when heine gets a punch of miasma.]

Are you okay?

[she'll catch him if he falls, but she'd never seen dust colored that way before, which alarmed her. are they going to be able to go into the room while still being able to breathe properly?]

...yeah.

[ if he weren't so pale, she might notice his unhealthy pallor. he shakes his head again, trying to clear it, and clears his throat. ]

Fuck. What was that?

[ he covers his mouth with his arm and leans into the room. it's full of fog or smoke. while it's not green, it's too thick to seem safe to enter. ]

[she takes a few more steps forward, holding her breath and looking into the room.]

I don't know. I've never seen something like that before, especially in just one room.

[whatever it was, it's unnatural. they would need gas masks to go in there, and unless they were about to suddenly appear, they would have to steer clear of the room all together.]

Open a window. The rain will help.

[ he looks back at babydoll, an expression that says if you say so, but he obeys anyway. still covering his mouth with the crook of his elbow, he takes long steps to the other side of the room and puts his back into opening the old, decrepit window.

she was right. the smoke clears somewhat, and heine sticks his head out the window, peering into the distance. ]

It got dark fast.

[the only reason she didn't open it herself was that she wanted to see if anything would show itself through the dust. that's the only way they would be able to see it, if at all. sadly, the light wasn't working in their favor and if anything did show up, she didn't see it.

she looks towards heine, expression neutral, though her eyes seem to say thank you for stating the obvious.]

Should we go in?

[ didn't you know, he is the master of conversation. ]

There's not much in here.

[ well, there's some space to explore. behind him the rain continues to pour, almost covering the groan of the floorboards... and perhaps someone groaning nearby. (i haven't watched any horror movies in the past months, don't judge.) ]

[ he still doesn't know why she stays with him, or why she thinks that he's any better than the rest of the trash that populate this city.

heine is holding parts of himself in with his fingers as he stumbles back into the church. it hurts, and it hurts more that she's going to see him like this. ]

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