Caster

Gillium: Gene! Are you certain this is the wisest decision?

Gene: /steers the hoverbike they’re currently on around a tree/ Of course!! We’re guaranteed privacy since I sent the others after our bounty. What better time to make an entry?

Gillium: /eyes wide as the landscape zipping by them/ Perhaps in a more sturdy craft? If we should crash this drone would not survive the impact.

Gene: /swoops under a low lying branch/ Like I would? Now quit whining and start recording!

Gillium: I already have Gene.

Gene: Great! Now then...this is what...our 12th attempt?

Gillium: I believe it is our 13th attempt, Gene.

Gene: Hey! Lucky 13, fate will be on our side this time!

Gillium: I certainly hope so Gene.

Gene: Hey, don’t be so glum! You gotta look on the bright side... /the bike bursts through the edge of the forest and out into an open area/ See? We’re out of the forest and the estate is still perfectly intact. /slows to a walking speed and points to a very gothic building looming on the horizon/

Gillium: Hmm, it does appear to be 18th century architecture, that is promising at least.

Gene: /stops the bike and hops off, picking Gillium up from his perch inside a Lucite container set between the handlebars/ Now, then...lets start looking. Two sets of eyes are better than one after all.

Gillium: Perhaps we can begin with that fence...in Juste era, areas fenced off in such a manner usually served as either gardens or cemetaries.

Gene: /grins/ See? I told you, you'd be useful. /goes over to the fence, noticing a few tombstones beyond it, obviously ancient, but also well cared for/ Well, here's hoping. /follows the fence until he finds the gate and goes inside/ You look that way, I'll look this way.

Gillium: /nods by shifting his eyes/

Gene: /kneels by a small statue of an angel cradling a man and reads the weathered plaque/ Maxim Kischine.... /smiles/ It has to be him! It has to be that guy Juste cared about! /stands and bows to the statue respectfully/ Thanks, Maxim...I promise I'll find him...and I'll take good care of him.

Gillium: /blinks/ Gene....

Gene: /rubs back of head and cackles/ Well, enough with the sentimental stuff. Let's find that mark. /looks around, trying to judge by date, then notices the mausoleum and the door lying on the ground nearby, becoming overgrown with plant life/ Hmm...this looks...interesting. /walks toward it/

Gillium: Gene, are you certain it is wise to simply walk into a crypt without permission? Need I remind you of what happened at that other cemeta--

Gene: /lightly shakes the droid/ Hey! How was I supposed to know that gravekeeper would show up for maintence at midnight? Besides, there's no door, it's not like they're making an attempt to keep people out!

Gillium: /blinks/ Please refrain from doing that again...it's unsettling.

Gene: /steps into the small building/ Yeah, yeah, whatever! /looks around, eyes taking in the dusty altar, and the indent in the dust that indicates something coffin shaped was there for quite a while as it built up/ Hmm...lousy housekeep--

Gillium: Gene...there is something on the far wall.

Gene: /blinks and looks where directed, noticing the shimmer and moves closer, gasping as it becomes a bit clearer and runs the rest of the way/ This....this is...

Gillium: The same mark Mr. Schuldig bears...

Gene: /closes his eyes/ We've found him...we've found them! /eyes open and he lifts Gillium, twirling happily/ Ha ha! We did it, Gillium! We proved we share the same reality!

Gillium: I am happy for you, Gene, but you still must locate them.

Gene: /smile falls a little/ Geez, just ruin my joy why don't ya?

Gillium: I apologize, but it is a valid point.

Gene: Hrmmm...well, it's obvious somebody has been taking care of the rest of the cemetary, this is the only spot that wasn't cared for. I say we go pay a housecall to the people that own the mansion. They might know something.../grins/ aaaand, they might be eating dinner!

Gillium: /blinks/

Gene: Whaaat? /starts heading out/ Anybody that lives in a place that big is bound to have food to spare for a poor lost traveler.

Gillium: Gene....

Gene: What? /getting upset/

Gillium: We have company. /opens slightly to extend a little arm and point at a figure by the gate/

**There is a lone man leaning in the gateway to the cemetary. His hair is long and copper red and he's wearing tight white jeans and a tight dark green t-shirt.**

Gene: Uhhh....Gillium?

Gillium: Yes, Gene?

Gene: Save and post as is.

Man: /straightens and starts walking, menacingly towards the duo/

Gillium: Of course, Gene. /posts as is/