"We don't 'keep them around for fun'," Viatorus protests quietly, but Harrowheart is already continuing the decision making.
Isidor had been doing her best to settle herself, but Harrowheart's bravado does the trick. Rising to the challenge she narrows her eyes and smirks at him. "Just because you can't die of fright doesn't mean you're braver than me."
While they exchange jabs, Runa whispers something to Viatorus who coughs to hide a laugh. Then she takes his arm and heads to the colourful construction that promises to scare the four veterans of magic and the arcane.
As is quick becoming customary, Isidor pays for their tickets and then waits for Viatorus and Runa to go on in ahead of her. Inside is dark, but the path is lit well enough to easily go by. Vague waves, skulls, bones and ghosts decorate the wall in glowing paint. The noise is constant, even when it's just a low moan. Chains rattle, robots cackle and lunge stiffly at them, which has Runa squealing in delight and clinging onto an equally startled Viatorus. Though whether he's startled by the automatons or Runa is hard to tell. In their excitement, the two scuttle on faster along the corridor. Isidor's proud casualness and amused smiles are momentarily distracted as she loses line of sight on them.
"Come on," she tells Harrowheart, and speeds up a notch. When she rounds the corner and doesn't see them, she hesitates and then speeds up even more. No sooner has she started walking again than Runa and Viatorus jump out at the two of them from panels hiding the inner workings of the attraction. They yell, though 'yell' might be a generous description of the noise the scholar makes, and grab the shoulders of Harrowheart and Isidor. Viatorus nearly gets flung to one side as Isidor turns around, grabbing his top and readying a spell within a fist. On seeing her brother she stops and scowls, releasing him. "Isis! You scared the life out of me!"
"That was the idea..." he says slowly through an apologetic smile.
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Isidor had been doing her best to settle herself, but Harrowheart's bravado does the trick. Rising to the challenge she narrows her eyes and smirks at him. "Just because you can't die of fright doesn't mean you're braver than me."
While they exchange jabs, Runa whispers something to Viatorus who coughs to hide a laugh. Then she takes his arm and heads to the colourful construction that promises to scare the four veterans of magic and the arcane.
As is quick becoming customary, Isidor pays for their tickets and then waits for Viatorus and Runa to go on in ahead of her. Inside is dark, but the path is lit well enough to easily go by. Vague waves, skulls, bones and ghosts decorate the wall in glowing paint. The noise is constant, even when it's just a low moan. Chains rattle, robots cackle and lunge stiffly at them, which has Runa squealing in delight and clinging onto an equally startled Viatorus. Though whether he's startled by the automatons or Runa is hard to tell. In their excitement, the two scuttle on faster along the corridor. Isidor's proud casualness and amused smiles are momentarily distracted as she loses line of sight on them.
"Come on," she tells Harrowheart, and speeds up a notch. When she rounds the corner and doesn't see them, she hesitates and then speeds up even more. No sooner has she started walking again than Runa and Viatorus jump out at the two of them from panels hiding the inner workings of the attraction. They yell, though 'yell' might be a generous description of the noise the scholar makes, and grab the shoulders of Harrowheart and Isidor. Viatorus nearly gets flung to one side as Isidor turns around, grabbing his top and readying a spell within a fist. On seeing her brother she stops and scowls, releasing him. "Isis! You scared the life out of me!"
"That was the idea..." he says slowly through an apologetic smile.