[b]Atami[/b] - 2spooky 

Atami had been walking for a solid five minutes before he realized that there were more footsteps than just his own. The Mythari that had perched itself on his shoulders for the entire time faced the dark hallway with the impending footsteps, and stared at it in confusion. But just like Atami, the Mythari seemed reasonably calm about it, ready for a fight none the less. Atami slowly got his hands out of his pockets and balled them into fists, waiting to see what'd appear, as it wouldn't be [b]that[/b] unlikely an undead sucker crawled past the main group just to bite Atami in the ass. Either that or everyone else was dead already and were now coming to get Atami, too. But as the footsteps got closer it seemed it was just the girl that had marched along with them. “Yo.” he said, looking at the Natrelmon that she had brought along. A Crowire and Kaigara were the first ones he saw, but it seemed she had another Kujaku behind her. 

“Are you here to fight me or are you here to help?” he asked, his eyes staring at her semi-aggresively, but he wouldn't wait for too long to hear her reply. He turned around and walked off again, putting his fists back into his pockets. “Regardless of which - let's do it after we deal with whatever is inside here.” Despite Atami's 'I don't give a damn' attitude, his Mythari looked at Aera with interest, inspecting the three Natrelmon she had with her. As it finished it's inspection of Aera, it looked at the woman again and shrieked lightly, flapping it's wings around as well. Atami noticed this and shook his shoulder heavily, forcing the Mythari to face forwards again and stop being so annoying. “Any idea where this morgue would be? I can use ass-tral projection to find it but I'm not sure I trust you with my unconscious body.”