"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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."