[hr][hr][center][h1][color=fdc68a]October Crypt[/color][/h1][img]https://s10.postimg.org/xzq5hucah/october3.gif[/img][hr][color=fdc68a]Interacting With:[/color] [@Nallore] Carolina Reed
[color=fdc68a]Location:[/color] Saranac Lake[/center][hr][hr]	With Carolina taking the box from her, it freed October to go into a more defensive position. She created a ball of flame in each of her hands, ready to launch them at a moment's notice. Truthfully, she didn't know whether or not the office would survive the fire she had started in the house. She only assumed that he would, and if he didn't, she wouldn't feel guilty about it. The peculiar girl had no pity for the police officer and had no fear of flames. 

	She ran through the woods after Carolina, dodging branches as best as she could as the woods became thicker. Although October could no longer see the officer, with the house now fully ablaze, the officer did manage to make it out in time. He radioed for back-up, before staring at the column of fire, and swearing as he radioed in for the fire department. The risk of a forest fire seemed too large, and if it did spread, it could easily wipe out the entire town. 

	[color=fdc68a]"I'm not sure,"[/color] October admitted with a bit of a smile. [color=fdc68a]"Fascinating, really, isn't it? It's so strange, and I must admit, I haven't the foggiest idea what these inscriptions mean...We could be dealing with anything, really."[/color] And rather than being put out by that, the possibility of the unknown enchanted October. She put out the fire in her hands, having practically forgotten she carried it, but a spark seemed to remain in her eyes. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Oh, not to worry, I'm fine,"[/color] October reassured her friend, looking Carolina over carefully for a moment. She didn't notice any problems, beyond the girl's mental state. The encounter seemed to have affected her friend, and for a moment, October couldn't help but be curious as to why. Glancing upwards, October saw the storm continued to rage on, with the moon only appearing for bits and flashes. It couldn't have been later than three in the morning, with this entire hunt beginning three hours ago. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Perhaps we should attempt to open it. It'll be a few hours before Faust expects us back, I imagine,"[/color] October mused. She considered herself to be fluent in gibberish, able to understand and communicate with words that seemingly had no meaning. Though communication was quite challenging, as very few others in the world claimed to be fluent in gibberish. Truthfully, October knew no one other than herself that was. Communication, then, was quite impossible.

	But still, she tried. [color=fdc68a]"Ene eretu gecet. Dimiepo ne toyevoh bi mate usohoyo ri ahevice utepa yeloro: Asecare rere lesa nis datowit mi gacacuy timira tateh. Rasid orola iemagan yabeha orirurep. Niyel tamel cemibow ca siegigat yis inapere acatage matemel rararen. Tietihe ecayeliv sanapow wo ana bu aharil tot. Utadir uwukaloc recel ga lete. Erig ele apos bute. Nacat eni fenocot nifoge. Mupo mitic na di nocer pipi tuh tir,"[/color] October said softly, tapping the box as she went. 

	Nothing happened, of course, and October huffed. [color=fdc68a]"Maybe it wants a blood sacrifice...?"[/color] she asked, looking at Carolina, as if to see if the girl thought that was also a logical idea.