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[paracosmic]

[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.

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[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.

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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 ]

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[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?

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All right, fine.

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

Is there a basement in here?

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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.]

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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?

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[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?

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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. ]

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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.]

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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. ]

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[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?]

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...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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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.

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[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?

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[ 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.) ]