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[Color=A1A1A1]Straying to the edge of the group, the black haired woman took mental note of her surroundings. She noticed the way the tree limbs shook in the wind; the way the smaller ones moved completely with it. The way the crisp air burnt her lungs if she took too deep a breath, or they way the leaves crunched sadly under the weight of footsteps from the others. She enjoyed studying the little things around her since she wasn't particularly all that good with people, a trait she always had especially growing up. But as more people began to show up, it had gotten harder to concentrate, so instead she turned her attention to the newcomers.

There were a few she actually recognized as they approached. One of them, the photographer, had written about her work in a non-critical way, which she was appreciative of. Of course, she didn't [i]really[/i] know him, but he certainly seemed like he'd be someone to start a conversation with. She couldn't place his name though, no matter how much she searched for it.

Although a very brief encounter, she remembered the name of the second person: Suspiria. A name like that couldn't be forgotten. Astraea recognized her from the woman in the library; she had struck up a conversation with the younger woman as they had just happened to be in the same area. She had to say, she was definitely...surprised to see her here. It was a short meeting, but Astraea didn't think she was the type of person to be caught up in all of this, but then again, there were many interesting people here. The most notable being Jaden and Amanda, along with the girl with the trail mix.

Still keeping to the edge, Astraea gave Archie a curt nod to him as she passed through the old church doors. She hadn't missed the small smile he'd given her as they made eye contact, both examining the group of people around them. She had respected him in that moment, not a lot of people she knew were observers. Taking inventory. Watching. Listening. He seemed to be familiar with many others here, which was more she could say for herself. 

As she passed through, her hands folded in front of her, the woman noticed how actually run down the building was. Any wood left was wasting away, rotted and moldy as Ivy vines crept up around the seats and climbed the walls as if reaching for something. She could hear the crunching of glass beneath her feet, a sound she didn't particularly enjoy, so she stopped moving before too long. A large portion of the roof had caved in, which Astraea took in as hazardous. She couldn't trust that this place couldn't invert at any moment in time. Oh, how right she was. 

She began to subconsciously draw a small pattern on the back of her hand: The Eye of Horus. A small protection symbol known in the Pagan community. She didn't enjoy all of the unpredictable factors is this situation and it made her nervous.

Before she could pitch in her plan on maybe staying outdoors, a small, sort of meek woman piped up, addressing them. The brunette gave an explanation as to everything that was going on, seeming a bit frantic. The line [i]will you trust me[/i] rang in her ears like a bad song. She had too many questions and not enough answers. Astraea frowned, visibly displeased as her mind raced, she couldn't help but be skeptical. The text, the worn down building, it all seemed...set up. But in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't, and it irritatingly nagged at her. She needed to know more. She needed to know both sides to the story. She needed to know...who this witch was.

Shaking her head, Astraea straightened herself up, confident in her answer, but continued to trace and retrace the symbol on her hand. [Color=4487B3]"I can't,"[/color] she responded cooly. [Color=4487B3]"There are simply too many unknowns, I hope you understand-."[/color]

A loud banging sounded at the door before making its way to the top. Startled, Astraea moved back just as the roof collapsed, and unfortunately sending a large dust cloud in every direction. Her vision obscured, she covered her nose and mouth with her hand as she pressed herself up against one of the walls of the church, letting out a few coughs. There was growling, a lot of it, but she couldn't see not a damn thing. Moving along the wall, Astraea was reaching out for the door. They needed to get out of there.
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