The flames were gone, leaving almost everything destroyed in their wake… yet those darned paintings still stared out in their silent mockery. Rosaline quickly turned, her glass eyes meeting a woman she did not recognize. She looked even more out of place, though seeing as the place they were trapped in looked quite grand maybe they were just as out of place… not her. The nebula took several steps, putting her feet back on the floor so that she was closer to this newcomer. 

Rosaline now stood at the back of the group, her gaze raking over Scarlet to assess if she was friend or foe. Master? Exactly who could this master be? Was it the crazed mad man who had succeeded in invoking the group’s wrath, or was it someone else? 

With an unamused look on her doll-like features Rose stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. There was something wrong with this girl, yet she couldn’t quite put a name to the odd feeling she got from her presence. 

“Well then Scarlett, I do not know if we will find your master indefinitely but seeing as you are just another human I see very little reason not to help.” She chimes, seeming like a kind and caring individual. 

The nebula suddenly stepped even closer, her eyes narrowing in a dangerous way. “But if you turn out to be in on this mad house… I might just have to [i]deal[/i] with you and I promise your death will be long and painful.” She murmured, smirking as her glass eyes glinted with blood lust. 

Suddenly Rosaline stepped back, an almost neutral smile gracing her features. “Do we have an accord?” she questions.