[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Aloise Zamora, ??? [@Morose][/center][hr]

Looking up as Keenan came on down, Liam just crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Aloise to come down, letting the others poke at the tunnel in the wardrobe. Liam had made it clear that he had no desire to even really go near the thing, and he intended to stick to his guns, there was no good which could come from it, and it'd take a hell of a motivation to convince him to go through it. He was pleased as well that Aloise seemed to be of the same mind as him, hearing her advise against going near, or even touching the tunnel until they understood more, he nodded. That's when he got the kick in the nuts.

That's what the visions felt like anyway, at this point, when he was much more used to them, they tended to just make him feel nauseous, or strange, and generally were a great nuisance of some kind. He remained relatively calm as the visions flashed before his eyes, trying to take note of everything in it, the figure, the chains, the filing cabinets, everything. Though his attention was somewhat stolen as he heard the voice. /That/ was new. He glanced around, choosing at least for now to say nothing, he certainly didn't think the voice was directed at him, more a by-product of the vision, there was the one word that drew his attention - Kumakatok. He made a mental note to speak to Aloise about it, preferably when what they were dealing with right then was behind them.