[u][h2][center][color=CFD3C6]Rurik Alexeev[/color][/center][/h2][/u]

After they all teleported in, Rurik just sort of stared at Gilliam for a moment. That... that nose. After he spoke of splitting into two teams, Rurik averted his eyes. Yeah, that was probably for the best. His face looked strained, as if he was fighting something. 

[color=CFD3C6]"Yep. Teams. Great,"[/color] he said curtly, and in an unusually energetic moment, he grabbed Christine's arm and dragged her off into the next room.

Once there, he placed his hands on her shoulders, head held low and nearly doubled over as if in great pain. Suddenly he lifted his head, cheeks puffed out and face red. [color=CFD3C6][i]PFFFFFFFFFFFT![/i][/color][color=CFD3C6] "Oh my gosh, did you see his face? I can't... I can't..."[/color] He seemed to be struggling to breathe. Finally he sucked in a deep breath. [color=CFD3C6]"If he asks, this conversation never happened."[/color] His expression immediately flipped back to serious and he let her go.

[color=CFD3C6]"Anyway, umm, I guess we should make ourselves look useful."[/color] He shrugged and did a lazy about-face, walking in a totally arbitrary direction. He found an old closet with a rickety accordion door. He slid it open and came face to face with an apparition with what looked like blood leaking out of it's eye sockets. [color=CFD3C6]"Splitting up was a mistake..."[/color] he said in a tense deadpan before slamming the door shut. Oh right -- haunted.