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[color=7ea7d8][b]Location: [/b][/color] The Haven

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The door slid shut of its own volition. A heavy [i]click[/i] marked it as being closed and locked, immediately after Melody had announced herself. The room was [i]cold.[/i] The gas lamps lining the walls were more for light than warmth, reflective surfaces polished into brass that let the light shine over the floor enough for work to be done and little more to offer. Only dead things lay in here, this glorified crypt Morris called a workspace. Morris wheeled around when he heard his name, tense and caught off guard. He didn't have any conniptions with Melody, she was always decent enough to get along with on the occasions they had to interact.

But he looked [i]cornered[/i] for a brief moment.

[color=7ea7d8][i]"Melody-[/i] Ms. Heathering..."[/color] What was going on in his head? Was he about to kill her for stumbling upon his work and seeing how gruesome and dark his Enlightenment could be? Was he simply [i]vexed[/i] by the intrusion? He never liked being disturbed. The chemicals he worked with to get just the right conditions under which his abilities could manifest, the air of [i]death[/i] tied to him, it wasn't pleasant to him anymore than it was to others. He kept the cards close for [i]reasons.[/i]

Behind him, something a head taller and profoundly gaunt was moving. It was skeletal, bearing a head with antlers sawed off to the stumps. The bones of its hands resembled that of a human, or perhaps a bear. It paid no mind to Melody, silently stepping across the floor without so much as a [i]clink[/i] of bone on bone. It moved with an odd grace, long limbs collecting vials in one hand, a disc of ivory in the other.

For a quiet moment, he didn't say anything.

[color=7ea7d8]"...Yes. Of course,"[/color] Morris answered, at last. [color=7ea7d8]"I am... Preoccupied at the moment, but I can escort you there shortly. If you would, have the others joining you be ready to leave in-"[/color]

He stopped talking when [i]Prudence[/i] appeared and hit the ground. The door hadn't been opened again, and that meant she had slipped inside when he wasn't looking. He was a little careless entering here, it seemed.

The pokerface turned to an indignant look. [color=7ea7d8]"You were [i]spying[/i] on me?"[/color]