Guardians and minions of the Cathredral were not inhibited by the natural defenses of this place. There was no true barrier for those that worked and dwelt here. They could pass from one place to the next freely. That said, if you were not a teleporting creature, you could not instantly flit about the entirety of the place with little effort. You had to do the footwork, or the wingwork. Whatever. So, the fact that the Cathedral's security was thoroughly against invaders only worked to their benefit. For instance, if a prospective 'hero' were to follow - say - a boss as it was moving at full speed for the exit and the hero character did not have the right to enter that door, it could slam down, iron-clad, in his face. That would never happen in YGGDRASIL, but here and now...Morningstar could take her Key Item to the next floor down without having to complete the means to get downstairs herself, thus forcing any invader into a non-standard Game Over. The spiral staircase to the next floor opened and shut after her automatically, allowing the gargoyle to run on down unhindered and without delay. The Akashic Records - a MASSIVE library of floating bookshelves and directories - sprawled out before her...and she needed not pay any of it any heed. As per her induction into this place, she was given the immediate secret of the whole entire puzzle floor, pulled the ONE BOOK that would activate the floorpad teleporter, and immediately moved on. The process continued with the Forge. No locked doors were a hinderance to monsters, nothing stopped her from moving on. It was all an arduous process, but only in the sense of the place having quite the sprawl from top floor to bottom. She dropped down into the Arena, then, and saw that Garlock was already gone and moved onto the next floor. Fallen Kingdom: Same deal. They'd see this flying streak in motion that was Morningstar head directly from entrance to exit. AT LAST - though very little time had actually progressed, on the whole - she was on the right floor. The Profane Tower, in all its Escher-esque glory - Daryl's words, not hers - was a testament to all things weird, including the creatures which dwelt within it and even the Supreme One who created it. And yet, it was all part of the grand scheme which the Alchemist loved. Morningstar heaved a sigh of relief that she had not taken too long, after all, and proceeded towards the Scrying Sanctum. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Garlock did not bow, as others did. It was not some question of loyalty, but rather that he was along the same lines like some sort of on-site consultant who benefitted, but did not necessarily follow all the company rules because he did not have to. He was a cat, and when did cats ever bow? Others bowed and Garlock just sort of stared blinking. It was a matter of fact - though he did not know this, of course - that when Daryl made him, his 'bow' animation was to tuurn into a cat and ignore you, licking his paws. In short, he was made realistic from the get-go. If anyone asked, it was 'Because it's more funny that way', and it was. Still, though, the black magus just sort of glared while everyone else went all 'My Lord...!' on him. Meh. He was here. That's all that mattered. And on the other end of things, he had to snort his amusement at the spectacle that was Elizabeth. This was not a decidant aristocracy. Why [i]act[/i] like it was one? Then, there was the abrupt arrival of Teacher's Pet. You know...the dutiful hellspawn warrior who pledged herself to the Cathedral because - unsurprisingly - damnation was damnation for ALL. He couldn't blame her, but it seemed like the girl was insane, maybe more-so than [i]he[/i] was. Picture this for a moment: You live your existence - an eternal existence - in a box filled with pain. The pain is always different, every day, and you don't know when or how to expect it. It always delivers you into a world of hurt, because your world IS hurt. Garlock went on the rampage because of ONE bad day. Morningstar had had ALOT. He wasn't afraid of her, per se, but her attachment to the Supreme Ones as her 'saviors' seemed a little unhealthy, at times, especially where the Alchemist was concerned. This was further-exampled by te following... Star had entered the room in a hurry, essentially slamming the doors to the Scrying Sanctum open and then shutting them again with the spoken apology of [color=a36209]"Sorry I'm late, IF I'm late! It's a bit of a rush to get down here from the top floor."[/color], which was understandable, but she could've come in quieter. On the surface, she had a friendly-enough demeanor. However, as Volaris began to speak what he knew...you could see it having an effect on her. First, to learn that the world was suppose to be winked out of existence was a surprise, that she was shocked that Daryl did not tell her. She then sneered because Garlock's reaction to hearing that the world was to be destroyed was [color=9e0b0f]"Good."[/color]. That cat... Why did they take him in? The news continued, though. The Supreme Ones knew that the world was to be destroyed, but that for some reason...it was not. Or at least, not in the same sense that one would think. Volaris was clearly saying 'That isn't the world we know out there.', that their world WAS gone and that only perhaps those who were here within the Cathredal remained of it all. But...wait... Where was everybody else? Were all the Guardians accounted for? What of the Supreme Lords of the place? This... Garlock didn't seem to care that much. Or rather, it DID affect him, but in a different way. And as he spoke up, others would see Morningstar pull out the Alchemist Key, staring at it for a long moment... [color=9e0b0f]"So, the world as we know it is gone. Good riddance. I hated it. The only thing that bothers me is that this world won't be any better, and that no one will even KNOW that my old master existed, to know his passing and [i]regret[/i]."[/color] This must have triggered something in Morningstar just then, because the chamber suddenly shook as she punched the floor, teeth clenched and with tears that were...well...rapidly evaporating. Her eyes glowed with anger, one hand clenching the indestructible key that was to all the alchemic work that Daryl owned. She wasn't going into a berserker's rage, as was her power to, but she was [i]pissed![/i] [color=a36209]"Volaris, what [i]happened?[/i]"[/color] When she looked at him, her eyes were glowing fiercely, but it wasn't just anger there on her expression. She cared about the Supreme Ones as much as others were loyal. This was tearing her apart inside. [color=a36209]"You MUST know! Where are the others?! What happened to the world?! You said you knew it was coming ahead of time! If the [i]others[/i] aren't here, are they just as dead?! [b][i]TELL ME!![/i][/b]"[/color] The last part was not in her own normal female voice. It was not something Volaris would expect before. He would've heard demons speak in shows and such, but this was different. He could [i]feel[/i] it. Demon vocals were felt to the core, and Star had a voice on her, at times. Even still, he'd feel the shock of it, but also the sad imploring of it. She desperately wanted to know what happened to those she'd pledged eternal gratitude towards, those she served willingly for delivering her from the deepest, darkest pits of Hell. She wanted to know, somehow, that they weren't now writhing in torment instead, as she had been once. And that outburst was why Garlock, of all people, thought she was insane, barely keeping herself together.