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[rumorate]

WHO: Allison Hargreeves, Emilia di Carlo, Wrath, Wrathion, Daenerys Targaryen, Lorna Dane.
WHEN: Sometime before April 6th
WHERE: The Volcano
WHAT: Volcano shenanigans.
WARNINGS: TBD



The tunnels reek. Allison gags on the scent of sulfur and sweat as they make their way further down into the labyrinth. Part of her doesn't think that she's the best person for the job - rumoring rocks isn't exactly in her repertoire.

Fortunately, she's not alone, and is surrounded by equally capable people. Some she knows well, some she doesn't, but hopefully if they work as a team, they'll be able to get through this together, to whatever the end goal may be. Keeping her eyes front and ignoring the suffocating heat, or the nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her that she is the least of those present.

It's just the curse. She's just fine. Her brother is absolutely not right.

That being said, she extends her hands outward for balance, not wanting to touch the walls as she steps down. Just in case they're too hot to handle.

"No turns up ahead, right?"

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[inferus]

As they step further in, Wrath can feel the influence the volcano attempts to have on his mind. He stares down the length of the tunnel, breathing in, taking a step further. The tunnels lead every which way. It reminds him of the Sin Corridor, of the Lighthouse, but less sheer compulsion-

"Unnatural is correct. Something within this volcano will attempt to influence our minds. If you're able to guard against it, do so."

The path finally goes into... several, and within those paths, there's a flash of a shadow among the rest- movement. He is tempted to track it down. His gaze drifts behind his shoulders to the rest of the group- lingers on Emilia helplessly so (his betrothed). She remains in one piece. The influence of this volcano is... strong, however. The further in they get, the more noises he can hear- These creatures are hungry whoever they are.

"And we are not alone."

[valeas]

No sooner Wrath makes this assertion, Emilia catches sight of a shadow at her left, something antler-like. Gone as soon as it comes. Her hold on the torch tightens in hand as she meets Wrath's gaze, before her own sweeps across the area. The heat of this inferno, this skin-crawling sensation: this is what she imagined Hell would be before she was met with a city of ice and bones.

A bead of sweat trickles from her temple down her cheek, and she fights the urge to rub at her skin there. Fights the urge to tug at the collar of her blouse, the urge to — to shove past all of them and make her own way.

Guard your mind, she reminds herself. Guard your mind.

[thebrideoffire]

Staying close to the back, Daenerys watched for anything that might be following them, moving at a more sideways motion. There were shadows there, as others had mentioned. Things that she thought at first might be a trick of the light or brought on by the heat. She had always preferred scalding baths and warm fires, but this was heavy in the air, almost suffocating.

"Be sure to keep drinking water." She warned, knowing they were already aware. "Slight dehydration can start leading to hallucinations. If there is something here, we need to be able to discern what is real or our imagination."

Which didn't really help at the moment, as she thought she saw something run across the distance.

[chromiums]

Lorna nods in agreement, even though she can't actually see Daenerys from where she's standing. A quiet breath is drawn in when she notices the movement of a shadow, and she blinks hard a couple of times, wondering if she really saw what she saw. The glow that's been emanating around her hands fades from one of them and she pauses to rub hard at her eyes before continuing to move forward.

"Maybe we should start scheduling breaks as we get further in. How long have we been going now?"

[rumorate]

"Hard to say without a sun in the sky."

Or a watch that actually tells time. She's still not even sure they have twenty-four hour days here. But she pauses to take a sip of her water, before scanning over the shadows of the doorways, trying not to jump out of her skin as the shadows danced around the room.

She takes a breath, reminds herself that this place is trying to mess with her. "Maybe a couple hours?"

[chromiums]

Pausing use of her abilities for a moment has made Lorna realize how much energy she's been expending on it, and how tiring that's gotten in this environment. She pauses just after Allison does and pulls out her own water, drinking deeply and trying to be mindful to only swallow a little of it at a time.

Movement sweeps across the corner of her vision again and she frowns, securing the container closed. Remember what they said, this place will try to mess with you. You're fine. She sighs and rubs at her eyes again.

"Maybe there's another way to keep track of how long we've been going."

[blackscales]

Interesting. Wrathion narrows his eyes as he scans the shadows, watching figures in it move around.

The aren't attacking yet, but they are curious. He glances back behind them, warily trying to gauge if they're being followed as well. It wouldn't do to get surrounded.

"None of you have a timekeeping device?" he prompts idly. The passage of time means little to him, but he can understand why they'd be curious. Wrathion takes a step further away from the group, watches the antlered figures as the slink around the edges. "It seems our watchers are inclined to stay watchers for now, but they may be waiting for us to walk into a trap."

Waiting for the right moment to strike, whatever that may be. Less work for them if they all injure themselves first, or walk themselves into a corner.

[rumorate]

"I do. But it's hard to say if our days line up with days in the place where I came from."

She holds up her watch from the 1960s, analog so able to be reset and not relying on some digital measure that needs to be set by the son. It's hard to tell if this world is a small planet making quick rotations or if it's a larger beast, making slow circles. Hell, there might not even be sixty minutes in an hour.

"But I don't think you're wrong about the spectators. Let's just be careful where we step."