"Firebrand" Spartan says with a curt nod. "We are returning to the House in the hedge." Spartan says knowing that Faith will know exactly which house.
"I need more information about the man who resided in that house."
"Firebrand" Spartan says with a curt nod. "We are returning to the House in the hedge." Spartan says knowing that Faith will know exactly which house.
"I need more information about the man who resided in that house."
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Tally just blinks rather mutely as Faith makes her appearance. It kind of made her forget about her dilemma concerning whether or not she should go with them to check out the Hollow as she hasn't yet polished her hand to hand fighting skills as of yet. Her gazes goes to the box that the other woman is carrying under her arm.
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Justin was working through the mental logistics of how to plan for a trip to their target's house when the other Lost showed up. He nodded politely to Faith then glanced around at the other Lost, wondering who was planning to go along. He was reasonably confident with his physical abilities, but still. They were planning to walk into the unknown after all.
The Minstrel has to stop an involuntary shiver at mention of that place. That wasn't a house, it was, it was... all right, fine, it was a house. But it was a house that was just... eew. Eew eew eew.
"Really? That's just... Shit." Her eyes dart between the building and the other Lost. "Look, I've just to get this one little f**king box to someone in there", she says, nodding towards the entrance, "and I'll be right out, alright?" Even as she says the last words, she's already moving past the small group, but slow enough to be easily stopped.
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As Faith approaches the door (with a working door bell, no less), she sees a woman staring at the group from a window on the ground floor wearing a shawl and whom looked like she was seriously considering murder at some future venture.
Spartan nods as Faith walks away, "Faith has been there before, having her with us would be wise." Spartan says as a statement, not bothering to ask if the others were okay with it.
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Tally nods at Spartan's statement, although now the Beast is reminded of her failure during that tournament. She bites her bottom lip as she contemplates the idea of pulling out now for the sake of the group. "Perhaps its best if I don't go. My fighting skills are rusty." She voices as Faith enters into the building.
As Faith approaches the building, she gives the apparently-angry lady a small, dismissive wave. A small part of her wonders what got under who's skin through what orifice, but that speculation is quickly set aside. Instead, she thinks for a moment exactly what to do. Doorbell, door, doorbell, door?
The decision only takes a second, however, and instead of going for whatever crappy melody the place uses, settles for a loud knock with the back of her hand. Despite how indistinguishable one loud knock is from another, it's kind of her trademark. Or at least, that's the way she saw it.
Spartan continues to wait. Patience is not one of Spartan's strong suits though, so Spartan began to pace back and forth.
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The door is opened once again by Emma, who looks firstly at Faith and then to the gathering behind them.
"Hey, can I help you?" she asks as a drip of oil beads down her forehead like a trickle of sweat would on a mortal.
Somewhere from the first floor in the house, a loud scream suddenly echoes. Emma doesn't seem to react, almost as if its the norm around these parts.
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