Clint rolled his eyes at everyone's insistence on seeing this woman without even asking questions first. But if they wanted to be lambs lead to the slaughter, so be it. He did, however, move to to where he'd follow along in the back.

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Nolan Set #Infinity

Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

The girl does not answer Mr. Podmore's question. Instead, she leads them through a series of convoluted stone tunnels that culminate at a room. Inside the room there is only a black stone coffin, stuck in the center.

There are chains wound around it.

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Clint's question went unanswered and then they were being lead through a maze of tunnels only to end up in a room with a coffin. "Bloody hell," He muttered under his breath but remained at the back of the group. Those that had been so quick to offer themselves up could deal with that mess.

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Nolan Set #Infinity

Well, this had certainly not been what she was expecting. The words spoken earlier by one of their group members—"this is a dream", or something along those lines—found its way back to the forefront of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this was very, very real and very, very dangerous.

"Either it's a corpse, or a - a mummy," she concluded. That did not, however, explain the chains and why they were needed with something that was dead. The only logical conclusion that it was something undead.

"I don't suppose we're suppose to open it," she breathed, speaking to no one in particular.

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Of course Miss Scrimegeour would be foolhardy enough to lead the group. He was beginning to see how she had found herself in that scandal this spring. Although he had already had some inkling of that.

His thoughts were distracted by the room they walked into. Whatever had Miss Whitledge gotten them into? He wondered as his face remained impassive even at Miss Scrimegeour's outrageous suggestions. Did she believe this was a dream now or did she really believe in the least likely possibilities? Personally Kenton thought it looked rather like a Celtic sacrifice or something. He knew who he would nominate in that case.

  

Maybe this was real, maybe it was not. But Odette knew one thing for sure. This wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare. How did she manage to get herself into this? What had she been thinking?

Staring at the coffin, she had no idea what could possibly be done now. Looking around didn’t help. Nothing else was there, only her group and the coffin. And the girl, who held no answer for Mr. Podmore.

Perhaps she needed a different question. “Is she in there?” Odette asked the girl. How were they supposed to interact with this she if said person is dead?

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Walking with the others, Andrew’s eyes widened at the sight of the chained coffin. His eyes drifted to the other people as they spoke and he sighed a little.

Dream or not, this was too real – and there was no logical explanation as to why they were sharing the same dream.

Approaching the coffin, Andrew grabbed a hold of one of the chains and shook it a little, “Whatever is in this coffin, I feel like it ought to stay there,” he said as he stepped away and turned to the rest of the group, “Does anyone have any ideas as to what is going on? Mummy, corpse, or perhaps even the undead – this is making me uneasy.”

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The setup rather made Garrett think of the sort of vampire novels that muggles seemed to like writing. He was content to hang back and let the others do the talking as he took note of the way the room looked.

  

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Avril didn't want to know what was in the coffin. She agreed that whatever was in it should stay. She didn't feel the need to actually speak her agreement. She figured her silence would be good enough.

  

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Bella's heart began to race as Mr. Lyness approached the coffin, but she quickly calmed when nothing came from shaking the chains. She moved swiftly towards the man and took a hold of the chains, any semblance of self-preservation going straight out the window. She gave it a light tug as if she was about to pull it loose.

"Well I say we do. We were sent to find the cause of the fog." "...and I could really use the money" were the words she didn't speak, but that made them no less true. Besides, where were they supposed to go; it felt oddly like they were playing a game, and they couldn't advance unless they did as told.

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Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

The chains unwind and the coffin shifts. Thick fog spills out of it and fills the room. "You all," comes a woman's voice, harsh and hostile. "You're always touching things that don't belong to you."

The fog vanishes. If they blink, the coffin will have changed - from a coffin to a black gemstone, deep in the earth. And then the room fills with mosquitoes, the same buzzing mass as the train station, but more of them, a countless black mass.

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Bella would have let out a wail at the swarm, but was far too overwhelmed to let out silent scream as she tried to distance herself from the inescapable cloud of mosquitoes. This was bad—very, very bad.

Would she live to see the end of the day?

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Kenton had gotten use to the lack of fog, a fact he realized as it spilled back into the room. He glared at it as words spilled through the air. Now that really didn't sound good. Before he could consider the meaning of it a black moving mass was on them.

Once again that moving for reasons he didn't quite understand, he threw his arms in front of his face as he stepped in front of Miss Whitledge. Why? He'd never know, but instinct and terror are unpredictable masters.

  

Even Cupcake had struggled to put a positive spin on things when they entered the room with the coffin. If that was difficult, there was no positive spin to be put on the new swarm that filled the room. With no wood for a fire, no hood to cover her face Cupcake did what anyone with an inch of sanity would do when faced by the inescapable swarm: she crouched down onto her knees, buried her face in her hands and started to scream.

  

Clint shuddered as the pissed off woman's voice seemed to echo throughout the small room. Then a moment later the room is filled with fog, leaving them in darkness. In the blink of an eye, it's gone and the horrendous mosquitoes fill the room again. His first thought was to hunker down in his jacket. Only he doesn't have it, being clad in only his toga. He heard screaming amidst the swarming buzz but couldn't figure out where it was coming from, simply trying to cover his face so that his eyes could be protected while keeping his mouth firmly shut so that they didn't get down his throat.

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Nolan Set #Infinity

Apparently grabbing the chains was not the best of ideas Andrew had ever had and as soon as the fog and mosquitoes burst forth, Andrew found himself moving to jump in front of the closest person to him – wrapping himself around them to protect them from whatever these god-forsaken bugs decided to do.

At this point, he didn’t pay much heed as to whatever this woman was saying. He just did not want to see people hurt more than they already are.

“Keep yourself covered,” He spoke to the person, “They’ll stop soon.”

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