[BATTLE PRP] Do you believe? (Zar/Rep/Nuru)

[Baneful]

Zar had been getting on top of his confidence issues of late. He'd tidied up his room and gone back to a regular amount of paperwork, and had been going out for walks to keep his spirits up. Of course he was still concerned about the conspiracy at the school, he was still concerned about what the horsemen were after, but he couldn't find out any more about it without actually being out there looking.

And there was something he'd read that really piqued his interest. About a certain corridor that could appear without warning that led to the haunted house, perhaps, he figured, some kind of secret meeting place for the members of the covert resistance at the school. The longer he thought about it the more he wanted to go out and find it. Knowing where they were meant it would be so much easier to sabotage if it came to unveiling what was going on. Maybe he'd even find out what sort of hand the horsemen had in this whole hunter story, though he had his theories.

As far as he was concerned there was an entire web of intrigue surrounding the student council, the horsemen heirs and the upper levels of the amityville staff, and he'd dedicated days and days simply drawing out these theories, seeking any and all possible relation between the associated parties. Of course he'd ended up with some very /far fetched/ ideas but at least the one he'd settled on seemed reasonable enough to him.

It all came back to the horsemen, they had to be trying to push for control of more of halloween, starting with amityville, and in order to make the obviously superior races taught there want their "help", they'd started the rumours of hunters. Rumours which continued to spread thanks to things like the seeds forum. The only question which didn't gel with this idea was why the figure the Seeds members seemed to refer to as Caelius or Caelum appeared to have taken on Conquest. Perhaps it was staged? In any event it killed all the students present, him included. It certainly /felt/ like a showboating horsemen stunt.

He'd been at this hunt for days, looking for the corridor, when he was about to give it up as another rumour. And then, as if out of nowhere, there was a door. A door that tried very hard to look as if it had always been there but looked like none of the other doors he'd passed in the ghost dorms, his current place of investigation. He reached out to turn the handle, pushing it open and peering inside.

A dusty corridor.

His heart hammering in his chest, he slunk inside.

 

[Baneful]

Beyond the corridor it was unmistakably the haunted house, or at the very least, unmistakably /not/ amityville. Even though he'd come from the ghost dormitories, this place felt distinctly different, smelled distinctly different, and looked as if no one had been here in a long time. He was filled with a sudden urge to turn back, to pretend he hadn't found it, but had to remind himself, there was no such thing as hunters, there was no such thing, it was all mere propaganda meant to intimidate and allow control.

Still, that couldn't chase off that niggling thread of doubt. There was no one here, it didn't look like students came here. It didn't look like anyone came here. Maybe he was wrong.

He forced himself along the corridor of the house, his hooves sounding impossibly loud on the wooden floor, tail curling as he cringed every time he broke the opressive stillness of the place. Many of the doors were swollen shut or locked. The first one he found that wasn't, he intended to check inside and then immediately high tail it out of there if there was nothing of note.

As he swung the door open he was greeted with an absolute mountain of clutter, old tables, chairs and desks, even sofas. It was like this was the room used to store all the unwantedly tacky or broken furnature in the house and that no one had cleaned it in years.

He didn't even notice the corner of a white coat behind one particularly tacky couch.

 

[Baneful]

Rep hadn't really known what to expect with haunted house duty, but it certainly hadn't been a huge and very empty house. So it was on the cusp of a large portal to halloween, you'd never know it just by looking at it, to Rep it had seemed like any other empty house and the dust was really starting to get to him as he walked across the creaky floors, really beginning to doubt that he would see anything at all.

He was just marvelling at a room utterly full of junk, and how the hell all the crap even got in there in the first place when he froze.

Was that hooves?

He leapt to hide behind a horrible couch as the footfalls got nearer, peeking under the couch just in time to see a pair of hooves standing in the doorway. His heart was utterly hammering as he tried to imagine what the /owner/ of the hooves had to look like. But he really couldn't be a coward, not here and now. He was here for this very reason, to fight these bastards.

He watched the figure walk over to the other side of the room, a glimpse of a tail swishing in his veiw as they seemed to be looking around, and not in his direction. That was reassuring.