Chapter II: Fool's Journey
A week later.
You knock on the door and, almost immediately, it opens up slightly, revealing William Ray's eyes. He smiles, and fully opens the door. "Come in. We've been waiting for you two." You notice that his right hand is covered up by a glove. Apparently, a strange fluid from the flower imbibed itself in it and combusted while he was bedridden, according to Godric, who was keeping an eye on the hospital at the moment. He survived, but with heavy burns. As Ray steps out of the way, you enter the room, with Nina in tow and Lluvia sneaking through the ventilation shafts. The soft smell of Febreze fills your nostrils. In spite of having been cleaned out and abandoned after the recent mass student desertion, there are enough traces of its previous role to piece together that this room used to be where the janitors kept their cleaning supplies. Now, it's practically empty, with only a few crates left behind to be used as seats.
Inside, there are four people. Besides William sits a man...no, wait, that's a boy, but he must be at least seven feet tall, and he's so muscular he could easily blend in with a gathering of Hell's Angels, his muscles stretching his shirt nearly to its breaking point. He waves a hand the size of your head at you, before combing his short black hair slightly. It's a rather intimidating gesture in spite of being so inoffensive, though the warmth and kindness in his blue eyes defuses much of his scariness.
"Quit flailing around like that, Tom. You're embarrassing us." A petite girl says with a commanding tone, as she leans back on a pile of crates. She wouldn't look out of place in Umbraria's hall, as the combination of chocolate brown cocktail dress and fishnet stockings would easily allow her to blend in at a ballroom. Her clothes match her eyes and hair, which falls down her left side thanks to her elaborate hairdo.
"Don't start, Lena." Tom says, with his booming voice. "You're the one who looks like she's headed for the opera instead of prepared to discuss some serious business, not me."
Lena huffs and stamps down on the floor with her pumps, before making her way over to Tom. With each step she takes, the earth practically quakes, and the sound her shoes make as they slam the floor again and again fills the room. Lifting her head to look at Tom she points at him. If looks could kill, the giant would be sprawled across the floor right now. "Say that again, you big oaf! I caught that insult!"
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