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Di's icy glare would most likely send a demon shitting himself. But Ravus didn't give her any sign it affected him. At her leave he sighed heavily, his head tilted upward. Letting in people for the sake of keeping the place running had a shit ton of risks. The wrong idiots discovering the place's little secret just might ruin figuring out heads or tails on their situation. This curse had to be broken or changed somehow. They were here for some damn reason. Bound to this one property like ghosts. But letting a human have control was also a stupid move and maybe the house was safer. No one could control the house except the property owner. What happens when a demon is kicked out of a property they're bound to? Do they end up in hell? Or Purgatory? 

Who could he ask? 

At the edges of his hearing, he picked up Di's cries. She may put on a brave face, but she was just as conflicted. 

He rolled his eyes at Rueni's complaints. Letting humans into a demon-haunted house was already madness on its own. The only way to really blow things up to 11 is them finding out. As long as they didn't know there wouldn't be any problems. But demons are corruptive little shits by nature something's bound to happen. 

He looked up then, his vision slipping and whoa, the collection of charged energy in this room alone was enough to give him a headache. Even if the humans weren't fully aware of the demons they'd feel it inherently this place wasn't right. 

Even Marie's auras tinged with sadness and he wasn't sure if it was her picking up on that fact or she was thinking about her past again. 

[Color=silver]"Ah, 'c mon is this really an issue now?"[/color] He said and exhaled smoky breath. The cigarette in question nearly done. He hissed a curse and crushed the remainder in his palm before dropping it into the ash tray. He eyed Marie giving into her stressors, tsked, [color=silver]"That's how you get sick."[/color]



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Freya waved her hand around, but that only stirred the dust already in the air. She ended up stepping out to the garden and that's where she allowed herself a chance to catch a breath. She glanced back, [color=dimgray]"I don't like sugar in mine, I'll just be out here awhile."[/color] She took to wondering around the gardens, seeing which herbs she could name while marveling at the ones that were new to her. Despite the dust, she could see herself spending much of her time out here while working. If they had internet. Would Marie mind if she had put up her own service? 

Freya picked a mint leaf, touched with rain drops and sniffed at the fresh minty scent. Then went around and plucked up a few lavender sprigs. She could put them on her pillow and some clothes, freshen things up.