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[b]The Tower: Group B[/b]
This place immediately seemed [i]wrong[/i].

The noise from outside was shut out completely. Absolutely nothing. Neither did the doors budge. It was like... like they had ceased to exist.

And now they were here, walking down a bending corridor on the second floor. Moira trailed a hand on the wall, partly to look nonchalant but mostly because she was just exhausted. Atlas barely gave them the time to rest, and Moira spent much of the trek up the first set of stairs still coughing and spluttering away.

Syed was hugging himself, looking quite distressed as his eyes darted from one picture to the next. His mind was flicking from one worry to the next so fast that he was struggling to concentrate on any of them. Where the others were, if they were okay or if they were still out there, what this tower was, if he could keep control, the paintings which watched them, what was waiting for them up ahead...

And then there was that horrible energy in the air, which only seemed to strengthen as they climbed higher. A good part of him screamed to get the hell away from it, whatever it was it was no good at all. But then again... he had no idea what else they could do.

He turned his eyes back on Atlas instead. Mostly so he wouldn't have to look at the pictures, which creeped the hell out of him. "How do you know all this, Atlas?" he asked, his tone gentle but manner quite clearly probing. It was as clear as day that he still regarded the Magician with suspicion. "Shouldn't we really check everywhere on the way up? I mean, there's a good chance Marcus might be here too, right?"

"...Shit," Moira grumbled. That was true, they still hadn't found him either. And as much as she was certain Marcus could handle himself better than most, quite a long period of time had elapsed by now with no sign of him. Instead of finding him, they seemed to have just lost everyone else.

She looked back to Lisette and Aria. The problem was... where would they even start? It didn't even look like there was a door in this corridor - just huge hideous creepy paintings, some of which spanned right from the floor to the ceiling. It did look like there was a second flight of stairs up ahead though. "Do... we even have time to look?"