[ Down goes the bookcase, tumbling almost onto a skeleton that has shambled just a little too close to their heels. Ancient books go sprawling into the choking cloud of dust that rises, and Wynonna winces at the squeak of distress Waverly would be making, were Waverly here.
She's not, which is for the best. What is here is her strange companion, a sulking gun, and the oh-so-inviting yawning black maw of an opening into the stone wall, complete with that damp, mildewy smell she associates all too clearly with multiple instance of getting jumped by something supernatural and scary in the past.
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[ Down goes the bookcase, tumbling almost onto a skeleton that has shambled just a little too close to their heels. Ancient books go sprawling into the choking cloud of dust that rises, and Wynonna winces at the squeak of distress Waverly would be making, were Waverly here.
She's not, which is for the best. What is here is her strange companion, a sulking gun, and the oh-so-inviting yawning black maw of an opening into the stone wall, complete with that damp, mildewy smell she associates all too clearly with multiple instance of getting jumped by something supernatural and scary in the past.
But there are stairs. ]
Onwards and downwards?
[ Honestly, where else are they able to go? ]