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Amyr let out a quiet curse as he heard footsteps. He looked left and right, unsure of what to do. Last time he had to fight for his freedom, but he wasn't so sure how it was going to work out if he tried again. Whoever was playing the piano, most likely the Musician, knew he was there, so he'd probably search of Amyr if he hid. But Amyr knew there was no way to outrun the man, but he hadn't brought a weapon with him. All he had were a chest and a little skill in hand to hand combat, but he was so sure how those would fair against whatever the Musician had, if anything at all.

He began backing up towards the stairs he'd come down so recently, unsure whether to make a break and run up them or stand his ground.

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As Amyr guessed, the Musician can be spotted just across the hall, facing a different direction from where Amyr was. The man then headed in said direction, making the footsteps a bit softer than they were when he first exited the Music Room. However, the direction he was headed was a risky one as there were two stairs down to the first floor; one of which was where the Musician was headed. The other was on the other side of the same hall.
If Amyr would follow the Musician, he would have to be unnaturally sneaky. If he chose the other stairs, he would have to make a run for his life.

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(Sleep.)

@PrettyLittlePyro

Taran laughed. She pet the cat and turned to the Librarian. "Well, I should probably go look for… well, whatever I'm supposed to be looking for." She shifted the weight of the backpack onto her other shoulder, looking up at the massive bookshelves. She made a face at the task ahead of her. This would take a while.

@PrettyLittlePyro

(Yes. Sleep. Now.)

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(Hmpf. Fineeeeeeeeeee—)

@PrettyLittlePyro

(Thank you!)

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Of course, Amyr had little faith in his running abilities in comparison to those of the Musician. So he decided to follow the other, making his footsteps and light as possible, though deciding not to crouth due to the risk of falling. He genuinely had no clue what he was going to do if the Musician turned around, so all he could do was hope that the other didn't so long as he was trailing him.

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[ 3:45 PM ]

”Good luck with that,” the Librarian said before getting absolutely beaten by the cat. The feline licked the living hell out of the Librarian, quite a rare scene to see in such a place.
The bookshelves that towered above Taran was proven to be quite intimidating as if one had fallen, it would most likely kill Taran immediately. As she moved deeper into the Library and no longer within the view of the Librarian, the sound of another set of footsteps can be heard. Another sound was also coming from the same direction… sounded like someone was dragging something extremely heavy as they walked.

The worst scenario did happen.
The Musician turned around as his eyes met that of Amyr. However, it did seem like he noticed Amyr’s existence beside him just yet. The Musician just turned back towards the stairs and continued walking. Maybe he was actually blind, maybe he wasn’t. It was hard to see at this point.

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Amyr froze in place for a moment as the Musician turned and faced him, though thoroughly surprised to not have a swing taken at him. He cocked his head slightly, his long, black hair swaying with it. He decided to not dwell too much on it, but fall a little further behind in case it happened again and the Musician did attack. He had nothing to defend himself with except for the chest he'd received from the casino. He'd left the revolver in the Meeting Room, so it proved to be of no use in the situation, though really nothing seemed of use with the guy in front of him around. Hell, it made him feeling like he'd already been defeated by just breathing.

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Eventually, both the Musician and Amyr would come in front of the stairs. The Musician turned towards the hallways as if blocking anyone from going down the stairs…
Though he was off-centered. Very much off-centered. There was more than enough space for Amyr to go down the stairs.

@PrettyLittlePyro

"Thanks for the luck," Taran said, amused. "I'll need it." She passed out of earshot of the Librarian… just as the footsteps started. She froze and looked around. She was more cautious than scared, but it was still better to be wary. Looking around, there wasn't really anywhere to hide, so now she had to face whatever was coming. Shrugging, she shouldered her bag and kept walking.

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(Ack, sorry I kinda forgot about this for a while lol)
Tori opened the chest, peering inside. She was preparing for the worst, although the note said the contents would be useful.

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As Taran would walk deeper into the place, a figure can be spotted yet it was hard to establish their features as where they stood, the light wasn’t shining as bright as other parts of the Library. What can be seen, though, is the large hammer the person had in their right hand and the large bag they dragged with their left hand. They can be seen turning to Taran and though it was hard to see at first, they were smiling.

Inside the chest were two syringes with a small paper note which reads…
”This is a type of anesthetic. You can inject it into someone and make them fall unconscious for fifteen minutes, exactly”

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"Anesthetic.. That could be useful eventually…" Tori closed the chest to save it for later. Turning to Jesse, she asked, "What did you learn about this crazy place?"

@MusicElle-is-here

“That everyone here wants to kill us,” he replied, running a hand through his hair. “Not exactly my idea of a fun vacation, but to each their own, I guess. Also I got that gun.” He gestured to the gun he had left on the table by his hand. “What about you?”

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"Not much, there's a creepy museum out back, and that's about it." Tori sighed. "I'm so tired."

@MusicElle-is-here

“Ugh, same,” Jesse responded. “Do you think we’ll have in sleep in shifts or something? You know, so we don’t get murdered in the middle of the night or something.”

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Amyr decided to dare and sneak past the man through the large opening he'd left. It felt like a trap, but he was more than ready to fall for it if it was one. He took long strides, trying to be as quiet as possible especially when he was directly next to the Musician.

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The door boy heard their question to which he turned to answer, simply with the words…
”Depends on how well you handle your mission tonight”

The Musician turned a bit but did not stick his hand out to block Amyr. Perhaps he was clearly blind just really sensitive to sounds. From there, Amyr could sneak his way down to the first floor it seems…
The sounds of metal clanking can be heard near the stairs but not exactly beside the stairs.

@PrettyLittlePyro

"Is that a body bag?" Taran asked the figure. It probably wasn't the best thing to ask, but hey, make small talk. She shrugged the weight of the bag to her other shoulder and nodded her head at the bag the person was dragging behind them. "Because it really looks like it."

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Amyr heard the metallic noises and froze for a moment. He didn't know what it was, what could've possibly been waiting downstairs. All he knew was that it was relatively close. But he didn't have time to just stand there, especially with the Musician being right there. So he began to make his way down the stairs carefully, hoping that whatever was down there wasn't waiting there to kill him.

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The figure’s grin turned to a neutral expression before a slight frown as they turned to the bag.

”P̸̭̠͉̰̮̩̺̱̺̈̍̽̌̔̽͊ȇ̷͔̞̮͙͊̋̾̑̏̌͂̍̓̋̅̐͋͝ŕ̸̢̛̹̮̖̜͎̺͎͙̣̹̑̌̅̂̕͘ḩ̷͉̱̖̫̓̀͛̔̇͗͗̋͜͝a̸̗̅̇͝p̵̧̨̘̖͚̥̞̺̫̮̙͙̈́s̵̢̡̯͖̮̯͍̮̬̏͗̍̆.̴̜̲̦̼͚͔͔̥̗̹̺̘͍͈͋͘.̸̡̛̙̫͈͍͎̈́̔̌͑̌͐̿̈́̽̈́̀̋͘.̷̨̺̥͕̤̟̟̳̪͈̥̲̣̏̓̌̄?̴̢͖͖̹͂̈́” the figure answered, their voice was muttered and echoed through the aisles of the Library.
”Ŵ̸̦̦̻͘͝h̷̢̅̓y̸͓͉̒̈͂ ̸̨͚̋͂̔a̷̦̲͉͑̂ŕ̶̼é̶̻̺̪ ̴͓̻̺̒y̷̠̯̿̅̋õ̸̪̙̕͘ú̵̼͇̿͋ ̸͙͎͚͛̒n̶͒͋͘ͅo̴͎̙͐̏͊ṱ̷̡̟̀̔ ̴̮̫͗r̴̙͂̑̎ṵ̴̥̘̋̂͊ṉ̶̩͓͒̊n̸͚̲̎͝͠ḭ̶̫͚͊͆n̸̳͎̏͝g̴͚̱͎̊͒̈ ̶̧̪̝͛̑â̵̻w̴̦̫͛̈́͝a̷̜͘ỹ̶̨̰̥͝?̴͇͆͝“

The figure who was nearby showed himself to be a frail young man with metallic claws instead of fingers and a mouth sewed shut. His eyes widened when he spotted Amyr and began rushing towards him at quite the speed.

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As the boy with metallic claws rushed toward him, Amyr put a hand on his chin in thought and spoke quietly. "Hmm. Well shit," he mumbled. He wanted to run away, but if the Musician was still right up those stairs it was pretty much certain doom.

He hadn't much time to think about it, for the boy was rushing upstairs much faster than his brain was working. He shook the fear that he could out of his head and tossed himself over the stair rail, landing hard, but not breaking anything.

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The Musician turned immediately when he heard sudden movements from downstairs. The weapon he prepared this time was the cymbal… with clear bladed exteriors.
The Musician slashed at the wall once, hitting only Amyr’s cheek and causing him to bleed slightly. What followed was the sudden realization from the Musician; he had hit his target.
The metallic clawed boy on the first floor was getting furious as well, only to be called from across the hall to which he fled in that direction, no longer blocking the stairs.
The Musician seemed to enjoy this part though as he began slashing around Amyr, wanting to hit something.

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Although Amyr kept running, he knew that his attempts were very much futile. There was absolutely no way for him to outrun the other man and he already knew it. Or, at least, so he thought. He saw the boy with metal claws move away and sought the opportunity to run for the Meeting Room. It was almost an all or nothing situation. He had nothing to defend himself with aside from the chest from the Casino if he got caught, he more than likely was going to be murdered.

As he ran, he pulled the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand and held his hand to his wounded cheek. He wanted to stop the blood from running as much as possible.

@PrettyLittlePyro

Taran blinked. The guy spoke in strange tones, and while it sounded like English, there was a raspy tone to it that sounded out of this world. She cocked her head. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I don't understand you."