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'Maybe this isn't exactly the safest idea I've come up with...' Osric thought absently as he strode past the stores and shops in downtown Manta Carlos. Many of the establishments were closed-- it was almost a half hour past midnight--, and those that were still open, he paid no mind to. The numerous enchanted jewelry pieces and chains he wore clinked as he walked, the magic contained in the little things reacting with his own magic and creating an almost electric aura that seemed to permeate the very air around him.

'Well... too late to back down.' He added to himself as a certain pizzeria came into view-- as well as a lone figure standing several paces away from the allegedly haunted place.

"Evenin', Yates." He called out as he neared the mortician. From what he'd learned from Seneca-- despite being somewhat reluctant to get involved, Osric knew his information was reliable--, something was definitely off with the recent related killings, and he wasn't one to lay idle while people were dying.

This little night investigation was only to be one of the first Osric would do to get to the bottom of this case, but even so, he'd come prepared. Many of his pendants and bracelets could be used as shields and protections should he push more of his magic into them, and several of his rings were meant to act as 'guns' of a sort; a similar push of magic would allow him to aim at a target and shoot concentrated bursts of his magic. There were many other uses, which he had filed away in his mind for use in a split second decision.

Of course, all of these couldn't be used so many times in a short period, and there was no protections on the items themselves-- they could always be grabbed and pulled off of his person, or shatter if they gained enough damage. It was unfortunate, as Osric had spent weeks, if not months, on each item due to his usual ineptitude with delicate magic, but he wouldn't complain if any or all turned out to be helpful in a difficult situation.

"I'm sure we'll be fine tonight, Yates. We're not gonna be provoking anything, so we should be in and out, no harm done. Even so, please be prepared to run like hell if shit hits the fan, yeah?" He said with a grin, though his tawny eyes were anything but teasing as he turned his gaze to the pizzeria. "Well then, let's go in before it gets too late."
 

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Seneca Yates

Being outside was a bit of a nuisance but, at the very least, there were fewer supernaturals around to send his internal alarms blaring. Having the sort of powers that he did, Seneca was more accustomed to going out late at night anyways. City settings did not particularly sit well with him but the nastier supernaturals tended to stay out in the countryside so that was give and take.

That positive, however, quickly evaporated as he neared the suspect area and suddenly felt briars in his lungs. With a flinch, he hunched cover himself for a moment, hand to his chest. It probably would have hurt more had he not taken those painkillers beforehand. Sucking in a few breaths through his teeth, he tried to shake his focus from the malicious force that he knew was present. Ignoring it completely would have been impossible. He simply looked for something else to concentrate on, like the clouded over sky or the cracks in the sidewalk.

Straightening a little, he palmed the heavy handle of his flashlight nervously. It wasn't on and Seneca had, to be perfectly honest, brought along to use as a weapon if needed. He would have liked to bring a shotgun along but after that one stint in Boston, he had given up on firearms.

The mortician felt De Lafayette arrive seconds before the sound of his footsteps became audible. The magic around the other man was thick and an cottony but at least it was all very -not non-threatening and certainly not minor. It was more passive than aggressive.

He nodded in greeting and coughed twice. "The feel of this place is awful," Seneca reported, with a nervous look towards the building. "I maintain that this is probably not a good idea." But they were already there and De Lafayette had the familiar look of a man who would not be deterred. It was just a bit nostalgic. But mostly, it was terrifying.

"If it's all right with you, I'll follow," he said. "You're better armed than I am and if comes down to anything, I would only get in your way. Better this way for me to try and pinpoint whatever it is, too."
 

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Snow was on sleep mode, resting on her usual spot on the stage. However, she had been a lot more uneasy lately.

Since she talked to that strange guy some nights ago, her mind hadn’t been able to rest. She was a bit too nervous to sell her soul to that man, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt tempted to let the rage take over and try to find those five guys that, he told her, were responsible for her death, finally fulfilling her revenge…and kill anyone that dared to get on her way.

The only reason of why she hadn’t done it yet was because of her day personality, which always made things a bit too complicated to allow her to just go on with her plans, but apparently the ideas were slowly running out and consequently soon she would be able to just go on a murderous rampage around the Underground.

These thoughts were once again roaming around her mind, thing that caused her sleep mode to be quite unstable. Before she could just go in what the living would consider a ‘Deep sleep’ and only wake up from time to time if she felt anyone getting close. Now she woke up a bit too much during the night for whatever reason and the only way for her to go back to sleep was to walk around the place until she made sure that it was empty and then return to her spot on the stage.

Probably this was the cause of why she noticed that there was somebody right outside the pizzeria. At the beginning there was only one, she couldn’t tell if said person was male or female just yet though, but soon a second one arrived. She couldn’t heard what they were saying, but she could easily tell that they were talking, and that the one that has been outside the pizzeria for longer was a lot more nervous than the one that just arrived.

She jumped silently off the stage and walked towards the shadows, hiding perfectly so she could ambush them if they tried to enter to the pizzeria. A couple of the other animatronics immediately went online and started to obey her commands.

She wasn’t stupid, and after the last time she knew that she had to test the newcomers to avoid any kind of potential danger directed towards her, know what she was dealing with.
 

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Osric nodded to Yates' admittance and knew he'd need to keep in mind that the man would be at his back, though attempted a comforting grin, for all it was worth. He could barely fumble his way passably through aura reading, and he certainly had no seer blood to speak of, but even he, with all the magical tact he had-- or rather, the lack thereof--, could sense something inherently wrong with the deserted pizzeria. He couldn't imagine how repulsively painful the place must be to Seneca, as sensitive to the supernatural as the man was.

"Well, the faster we go in, the faster this'll be over, yeah?" He muttered, then began a purposeful stride to the pizzeria's front entrance.

He stopped maybe a foot away from the door, readying his magic and his will so he could respond to anything they came across with little hesitation. After giving the mortician a handful of moments to gather himself, or at least push his apprehension somewhat to the side, he started forward once more. This time, he didn't stop, reaching out to swing both doors open. He had considered using his magic to force the doors open, but decided against it in favor of saving his magic; it wasn't like emptying his reserves was a huge concern, though.

The moment he crossed the threshold-- such things held significance, but Osric didn't bother with thinking about it--, the hairs on the nape of his neck stood up-- he felt as if they were being watched. Similarly, his magic coalesced around him, reacting near instantaneously to the immense sense of alarm that rang in his head. His muscles tensed, and even before he'd even managed a general sweep of the darkened interior of the place, he'd instinctively pulled up a shield, the faintly shimmering magic sheet forming a dome around both he and Seneca.

"What're you gettin' on your end, Yates?" He grunted quickly over his shoulder, hoping Seneca could handle this. If he was reacting in such a defensive manner, he didn't even want to consider how the other man was feeling now.
 

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Seneca Yates

As he followed after De Lafayette, Seneca froze on the threshold, a reaction to both the spike of power from the other man as well as a small series of spikes coming from deeper within the building. He needed a moment to regain his breath but at the very least, thus far, this ranked at about the middle of his scale. Maybe a little higher than the average, he corrected himself with a wince. In other words, very dangerous and almost certainly about to become some kind of life and death situation.

Ever religious, the mortician started mentally running through as many Latin prayers as he could remember. Maybe it would do nothing at all in this situation but it certainly couldn't hurt. Unless telepathy. He really disliked those sorts of powers.

"Multiple spikes," Seneca murmured to De Lafayette, poking at the man's shoulder. The presence of the barrier reassured him not at all, although he supposed it was nice having some sort of protection for once. "Many directions. Expect trouble." Although the fact De Lafayette had even set up a barrier made it clear that even he could feel how wrong everything felt.
 

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The glowing white pupils, which could easily be mistaken by a reflection or anything around those lines, followed the two guys that carefully entered in the pizzeria. Her ears moved a bit listening as they talked to each other. She wasn’t new on the whole magic thing, she had seen, and even killed, other creatures on this island before that could use it, and consequently soon identified it when the shimmering dome was formed around them.

She wanted to distract them, and make them enter into panic. If they were focused on something else with their minds clouded by pure terror it would be a lot easier for her to kill one of them right then and there, maybe even both.

With a fairly loud mechanical sound all the animatronics went online at the same time, opening their eyes and turning their heads to look at the newcomers straight to the eyes. They didn’t moved or did anything else right after this though, their menacing eyes following their every move with in the same way a predator would follow a prey’s movements…waiting for the perfect moment for them to attack.

Snow was the only one that didn’t even tried to make her presence known, still hiding. However, the animatronic wasn’t missing from its spot…a golden version of herself standing on the stage and doing the same as the other animatronics. A faint glow coming from the golden animatronic was the only thing that would tell her apart from the rest, the only thing that would let them know that something was going on with it.

It was just an illusion, yes, but nobody would ever be able to tell her apart from a real animatronic unless they were face to face with it...but if that happened it would probably mean that they were doomed with no hopes of survival anyways. For some unknown reason for the two boys, this animatronic would be the most disturbing, the one carrying the strongest and most evil aura of them all, thing that had proven to be more than enough to achieve the two desired affects that were mentioned before fairly quickly.

The illusion opened its mouth a bit, showing the razor sharp teeth inside, and a short human laugh made its way past its mechanical lips, the laugh appeared to echo all through the pizzeria. Under normal circumstances the laugh may even had been cute, but the incredibly unnatural sound of it when coming from an animatronic only made it sound threatening and even creepier than Snow’s usual low mechanic laugh.