[center][h2][color=cyan]Aria Wolfsbane[/color][/h2][/center]

Whilst she was happy that she had made some mental progress on the case, albeit not that much in her opinion, Aria was never happy going into dark, unexplored areas. They had been told that OTO had swept the place, but Aria didn't take that for granted, not when the unknown was involved or they hadn't found anything. What they hadn't found was still out there, and possible lurking, either to bite the newcomers to it's lair with it's teeth, or stab them with some rusty blade left down there, all from the darkness.

But she walked down the stairs anyways.

The room was definitely dark, the candlelight cast by Daza barely helping with anything but making sure that she can see the muzzle in front of her eyes. It definitely gave a sense of creepiness, and she felt like a character in a book, about to go down the rabbit hole to a whole new world. As it was, it [i]wasn't[/i] a whole new world, and it was nowhere near, but it could still hold the secrets a new world would hold. Boiler rooms were key places to hide anything; Aria had been to cases where evidence had been hidden inside of pipes.

It was not the silence, the engravings or the boiler itself that caught her attention, nor was it toward the furniture that Serene was gesturing for her to look at. It was, instead, the idol sitting in the center of the room that caught her attention. Despite the other suspect items in the room, it was the obvious that she wanted to look at first, to see if she could discern anything from it. She trotted up to it, pretending that Serene wasn't glaring at it, to examine it closely.

It was certainly unique, and definitely not something that a squatter would leave laying about in the middle of the room. Aria had the brief mental image of a squatter shoving it against a door to use as a barricade or lock, before dismissing the thought. No, the idol was definitely not normal.

Aria found particular interest of the cloak that the idol was wearing. She had found idols of varying meanings and differing materials, but using a cloak meant two things in her book; that the idol was not yet fully complete, or that the cloak was a part of the idol. She always suspected the latter; work in a statue was rarely halted, as they often had much meaning to their creators and those who praised what it represented. The former could however hold many answers; Maybe it was still in progress, maybe something had forced them to abandon it.

Aria still had to look to find this out, so she circled the idol. If the cloak didn't come off, then it was clearly a part of the idol, and she could start identifying what the idol [i]meant[/i]. Placing a paw onto the top of the cloak to pull it off, Aria suddenly felt a stabbing sensation on her paw, and let out a surprised yelp, backing off quickly with her paw held above the ground. The stab had been enough to draw just a pinprick of blood, which had dripped onto the idol. She knew a blood sacrifice when she saw one, and was just lucky she hadn't decided to thrust her paw at the thing, or had a hand to clasp around it.

The blood seemed to cause a reaction from the idol, or at least, something connected to the idol. There was a sudden strong gust of wind coming from or behind the cabinet and causing it to rattle a little, before the wind calmed down gently, as if it was never there. Testing her paw on the ground and finding it not to be too painful from the pinprick stab, Aria stares over at the cabinet. [color=cyan]"Someone move that, please,"[/color] she asks. She could have done it, but why bother when there were people with her that could do it without her having to do anything?