"Whoa, that's got to be a little weird." Yoki couldn't even imagine seeing someone alive, then seeing them again afterwards. That must be so bizarre she thought, did people complain and carry on about being dead they way they did about their jobs alive? Canning the questions for the time being, Yoki continued down the long hallway, her eyes scanning from door to door and sweeping down the hall. Well at least he wasn't offended by her wild questions, that was a plus, since the others would likely ask even more. "So does that mean you take them wherever they actually go, after their dead and on the other side?" She imagined the legends and mythology she knew about things like the hordes of souls wandering about, then she imagined it looking more like the DMV lines and giggled softly at the idea. "I gotta ask, is it like tons of unruly souls wandering around complaining? Or is it more like an office job?" She imagined the DMV line again, with ticket numbers and all, and figured that was a bit closer.
To this Yoki nodded some, understanding what he meant by that. She too like to keep her worlds seperate if she could. In fact it was nearly unheard of that she would have showed up at the bar on her night off, but Yoki couldn't imagine what had caused her too today. "Yeah I get it." When he asked her what she did, Yoki choked a laugh, managing not to double over. "I work in the bar up there. Well, I did anyway..." She shrugged some. "I took a job as a bar tender, when it became clear my kind of magic isn't welcome in 'polite society'. Before that I use to help on clearing out black magic cults, use my chaotic magic to cause them to disperse or attack each other." It hadn't been a glamorous job, but it paid a whole lot better than her recent gig.
As they came to a bend that followed the sidewalk above Yoki had to smile slightly, one of the doors a little further up banged shut with a bit of force and a mutter. She motioned him to follow, though she didn't say anything more.
Coming into view was a woman with long black hair, wearing a red shirt that read "Doom" in large black ornate letters on the front of it. "
Stupid rusty door." She grumbled, as she took in a deep breath to calm herself down. She was decked out in black skinny jeans and heavy looking motorcycle boots, with a heavy looking black backpack slung over her right shoulder. "
Of course, I'd be the first one down here..." She glanced up and down the dim lite area, and shuttered at the memory of those horrible things upstairs. "
Hello?" She called out to the shadows further down, facing away from Yoki and Wolf. "
Anyone else down here?" She faced back the way of the two, her eyes adjusting to the lessened light in this part of the underground bunker.
After a moment Xisira seemed to notice the movement down from her, and she quickly called up a small ball of light which bathed the hallway in a bluish colored light. "
Yoki, you made it!" She looked relieved to see them, though her eyes did cut over to Wolf for a moment. "
And you brought a ... friend?" She wasn't sure, but Yoki wasn't the type to just trust anyone.