Dusk was quickly spreading across reaches of the Lya Pointa Cathedral. Those of, perhaps, more intellect would have begun their trek back home by now out of the foreboding shadows of the towering building. After all, this place was rumored to draw in those of the devious and demonic, people one wouldn't even want to cross in the daylight let alone in the danger of the night. Yes ... within it's long forgotten corridors, perhaps dark and demonic beings still lingered... And it was for that very reason that a rather maniacal man of high stature found himself snooping about the looming halls this night.
He was a tall, red-headed man dressed in rather peculiar wears; Sporting a dark purple (though it looked black without light) tuxedo with a white undershirt and golden tie, his outfit was topped with a long flowing black cape and black top hat, both with gold trimming. All in all, one would say he resembled a magician of sorts. His stride was short and slow, with no real haste yet he walked with purpose. In front of him, a small Mimebones pranced about, alert yet easily distracted by the faintest shuffle or whistle of the wind within the echoing rooms they passed. It showed no signs of changing it's pace though, which lead the slender man behind him to sigh loudly.
"Come now, Tyberius, you're telling me you sense nothing yet?" His tone clearly portrayed his frustration. All day they had been here with nothing to show for their time wasted. It was beginning to become bothersome for the man who had much more pleasant places to be, people to see, things to sell. The only response his whining coaxed from his feline companion was an eerie, disembodied echo of rattling bones. *slow rattling*
The man closed his eyes and adjusted his cape as a chill hit him in the face before his attention was suddenly caught by a sudden sound, loud enough to not mistake as a mere will of the wind or a tired brain. The Mimebones had also heard this and had stopped abruptly, it's skull of a head slowly surveying around them for the source. The oddly dressed man stood silent for a minute before shifting on his heel and glancing behind them, thinking maybe that's where the sound had resonated.
"Hello? Hm? Is someone there?", he called out curiously.
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He was a tall, red-headed man dressed in rather peculiar wears; Sporting a dark purple (though it looked black without light) tuxedo with a white undershirt and golden tie, his outfit was topped with a long flowing black cape and black top hat, both with gold trimming. All in all, one would say he resembled a magician of sorts. His stride was short and slow, with no real haste yet he walked with purpose. In front of him, a small Mimebones pranced about, alert yet easily distracted by the faintest shuffle or whistle of the wind within the echoing rooms they passed. It showed no signs of changing it's pace though, which lead the slender man behind him to sigh loudly.
"Come now, Tyberius, you're telling me you sense nothing yet?" His tone clearly portrayed his frustration. All day they had been here with nothing to show for their time wasted. It was beginning to become bothersome for the man who had much more pleasant places to be, people to see, things to sell. The only response his whining coaxed from his feline companion was an eerie, disembodied echo of rattling bones. *slow rattling*
The man closed his eyes and adjusted his cape as a chill hit him in the face before his attention was suddenly caught by a sudden sound, loud enough to not mistake as a mere will of the wind or a tired brain. The Mimebones had also heard this and had stopped abruptly, it's skull of a head slowly surveying around them for the source. The oddly dressed man stood silent for a minute before shifting on his heel and glancing behind them, thinking maybe that's where the sound had resonated.
"Hello? Hm? Is someone there?", he called out curiously.
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