[center] [color=f26522][h3]~Phoebe Longhurst~[/h3][/color][/center]

[@13org][@Deos Morran]

[i][color=red]"You fucking whore!"[/color][/i]

She gazed dispassionately at the soon to be burning house, watching as Lusius rushed inside in an attempt to smother the flames. She was confident that he wouldn't be able to put it out. Or at least, if he did she would be long gone with no knowledge of it.

[color=f26522]"If you have the devils luck and are able to make it out of there alive,"[/color] She called out, though whether he heard her or not was up for debate. [color=f26522]"Make sure I never see her in Seren's Folly again, or I will be forced to kill her with my own hands."[/color] She turned to leave, heading back to Seren's follow with a grim frown. [color=f26522]"And I'd really rather not..."[/color] Quietly, she made her way back to Seren's Folly, not looking back towards the burning home. 

It didn't take the inquisitor long to reach the outskirts of the city. She briefly entertained the thought of going to the bar, but drinking wasn't particularly her style. Besides, she had a report to write up and send back to the Bastille...not to mention let the priest know she had returned. So she walked by the tavern, back to the church. Once inside, she headed upstairs to her lodging. 

Sleep wasn't something that came easily, that night.

[center] [color=silver][h3]~Celia Mockett~[/h3][/color]
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[@WeepingLiberty][@Dark Light]

Celia followed Nymphadora down the stairwell, silent steps carrying her behind Arden. There was definitely something down there. She could smell it. A horrid smell that made her somewhat sick. Whatever it was, it reeked of magic and the spirit grew restless. It wanted it gone. She could hear it. The dripping of liquid, a putrid, venomous smell? Venom? Of course, she didn't tell her so called allies this. They'd find out soon enough and she would simply waste her breath with explaining. Still, she was curious. What horrible abomination lurked at the bottom?

As they reached the pitch black hall, Celia's eyes couldn't make out much but the smell was stronger here. Something was definitely there, shifting in the blackness, but before she could ponder a large object came flying towards Arden. The there was light. Celia recoiled back from the sudden light of the torches - she had never particularly done well near fire. If anything, she was downright terrified of it, especially if it just showed up out of nowhere. At least they were just torches used for light. Focusing her senses back on the creature instead of the flames, Celia gave it as passive of a look as she gave anything else. She only had two, very important questions about the creature.

Was it delicious? Could she eat it?

[color=silver]"...not me."[/color] Celia replied to Nymphadora's question. Not that she really had much of a choice in the matter at the moment. She brought one of her wrists up to her mouth. She needed something to work with, after all, and she had plenty of blood to spare. Teeth tore into her wrist, ripping a gash in it as she armed herself to the best of her current ability. The sweet, intoxicating substance filled her mouth as the sweet smell of her blood started filling the room.

She hoped this would be over relatively quickly or things might get...troublesome.