[h2]Magilou[/h2]

"Oh, look at that. How unexpected."

The nonchalant statement left the lips of a young woman, whose manner of dress was reminiscent of a jester. Though perhaps even a cort clown would have better dress-sense than one that adorned their waist with several tomes. Regardless, the oddly-dressed woman crossed her arms, head tilted slightly as she regarded the odd sight before her.

The door of the small cabin she had borrowed for the night was supposed to lead outside, as doors tended to do. While that remained true, the location was not a tranquil clearing surrounded by trees and the chirping of nature, but a desolate, barring hellhole. As jarring and alarming as it was, Magilou didn't seem too perturbed. she could leave that up to her little Normin companion.

"[b]BIIIIEEEENNNN?![/b]" cried the tophatted creature, his round eyes wide with alarm, "wh-where are me, Miss Magilou?! Did you transport us somewhere strange?!"

"Of course not," Magilou responded with a small shrug, "In fact, I didn't detect any Artes being used at all."

That was probably the most puzzling aspect. As a self-proclaimed Witch, Magilou had an ear for Artes, especially something as powerful as what appeared to be complete transportation of an entire cabin with its' occupants. And yet, when the witch glanced towards a window, she could see the clear sky and the treeline that should have been there. It was only the front door that appeared to be affected.

If she were still with the old group, she had no doubt they'd walk right on through that door, sure that it was a trap set by the Abbey. And then just plow right on through it. Velvet would do it simply to see her desires met. It brought a small, nostalgic smile to Magilou's lips, before she finally uncrossed her arms. It had been a dull week anyway. No harm in checking this out a little bit, right?

"Oh well, mind doing a little scouting work?" Magilou asking in a worryingly-sweet voice, kneeling down to grab Bienfu before he could react. As he squirmed and voiced his protestations, Magilou casually chucked him through the door, to the strange, ruined landscape outside, "is it safe out there, my brave little friend~?"

Without waiting for an answer, Magilou stepped through herself.

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"You're awful..." Bienfu lamented, clinging to Magilou's shoulder as she walked through the strange, barren city, "wh-what if daemons were roaming around..."

"You're a tough guy, I'm sure you'd be fine," Magilou replied in a carefree manner, scanning everything she could see. Ruined buildings, empty roads... the architecture wasn't anything like most of the locale she knew. Was this even anywhere in Desolation? Evidently, they were taken much further than she had expected. Still, there didn't seem to be any daemons running around. The witch kept her Guardian close at hand regardless. You never knew when an ambush would occur.

"Should have brought a Geo-board..." Magilou sighed. There was a LOT of ground to cover, it looked like.