Anelle waited for the news to settle, raising a hand to gesture everyone to follow her. She observed all of their reactions briefly, from Constantine's subtle excitement to Jessie's straight self-seclusion. Things were going to be weird with the new additions, and the way they'll handle the whole ordeal. No two people take seeing what happens to a soul acts the exact same way.

"It seems that one of our members are still out there, but I don't think it's a problem... he's certainly a special guy that keeps getting out of really bad places." she muttered, snapping around and starting to walk to the center of the room, "Enough for introductions, it's time we moved out. The real experience is out there."

The actual center of the huge room had a large clearing with a raised metal platform, with a long pentagram of sorts composed of symbols engraved into it. Usually the chairs and tables would be put away and there would be various guards and vendors about, but the current celebration really threw off the usual daily strings.

Corwin and C accepted the statement with a slight nod, the robed woman rapidly moving forward beside Anelle while Corwin hung back with the others. He looked at everyone with curious eyes, thinking that the rejection of reality is definately a common symptom when it came to having your entire reality bent upsidedown. Jessie seemed to be the pinacle victim, and seemed to take this into his interactions with the others. Rejection of things that are uncomfortable. He wouldn't blame him, this part of the world isn't really pleasant. He probably stuck around just to see things unfold, though there was no clear sign that he'd stay even if he saw what they were about to uncover. Melissa on the other hand, seemed to be the curious type that just wanted to understand why, accepting things as they come. Constantine was the radical crazy guy, but he would classify that upon everyone there, but the man was a little more wild than any normal human. It was like he was a beast, one that is forced to keep supressed. He was edgy, and eager to see some action almost constantly. 

Of course he wouldn't really know unless he actually talked to them, and Corwin just grinned, this was all just split-second speculation. After living for over 5 decades, one starts to see things in a diferent light. 

"So, you guys ever heard any ghost stories? Like of spirits or demons?" He said to them, his feet tapping casually a few yards behind Anelle and C, "Any kind of knowledge helps. Considering most of those stories are just slight variations and recolelctions of people who've seen the things that lurk beyond..."

The scarlet haired woman stopped before the platform, turning to C, who immediately produced two knifes. One was half the size of the other, and the larger knife had a thin slot above its center at the sides. Anelle took the smaller one, while C threw the seperate one into the center of the symbol with inhuman precision. Anelle then began a low chanting. The language sounded latin, but flowed more irratically, with phonics that didn't even sound natural. The words themselves felt as if they had actual weight in the air, and each word muttered created an increased tension in the room. The thousands of symbols that created the large image, light up one at a time following every word the woman uttered, lighting up the white overtone in a bright ruby hue. 

"Don't worry, we've got a few good minutes before the things fired up." Corwin said, waiting for the others to share anything as he watched Anelle's process.