Days in the Twilight.

It was a busy day in Twilight town the smell of food in the air and the sound of the people chatting an rushing back and forth to stores in the tram common; Moo wandered around looking around for people to help with there daily activities, he had been on his feet for most of the day and all he wanted was to rest. In failing to find anyone who needed help he wandered into the back alley to see if there were any odd job to do and yet there was nothing that needed to be done. “Well, that’s a new one on me.” Moo muttered to himself. Moo looked up at the afternoon sun and sighed as he carried on walking towards the forest area. The day dragged on even more than usual today, with nothing to do moo walked through the forest area until he reached the spot where he had arrived he lay on the soft grass and stared up ad the sky through the trees. After a few minuets Moo’s eyes began to get heavier and heavier until the snap of a twig flew through the air and caused moos ear to twitch, he lent his body back onto his shoulders and threw himself up onto to his feet. Moo slowly looked around the forest before another twig snapped in the distance, Moo climbed up onto a low tree branch and gripped a quite thick branch and began to wriggle and shake it. Another twig snapped this one a little closer, with a strong Pull the branch Moo was gripped onto ripped off of the tree forcing Moo backwards as he pulled a back flip landing back on the grass, with one quick side sweep a spiral of wind moved down the branch cutting off excess twigs and leaves so only the body of the branch remained. Moo stood in a ready to strike stance as he looked around “Who’s there?!” he shouted his eyes quickly glancing left to right, a bush rustled to the left of Moo causing him to lash his body around so he faced the bush this cause a white streak to fly out the bush and into the forest . Moo followed his instinct and ran in pursuit of the strange white figure.

[OoC: Since I'm too lazy, refer to here for the beginning portion. Thanks.]

Seems like everyone's busy today, Liam thought ruefully.
Not a single customer came in during the course of the 'morning', and he was bored out of his mind being cooped up in The Hangout. He eventually came to a decision to go on an early lunch break, and this time, outside his house for once. When he cleaned up the snack bowls and brought them back upstairs, he grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter and headed out. After Liam stepped outside, he locked the entrance and zipped up his dark green windbreaker. As he turned around, his heavy-duty sunglasses glinted from the sunlight of Twilight Town's 'sunset' sun*. That was when a soft wind picked up in Market Street as if on cue, creating what he thought was a pretty dramatic effect: his curly black hair tousled gently in the wind, and Liam finished the look by tilting his head back to look up.
Right then he scowled, a small frown forming as he chastised himself.
I need to stop doing that.

Down in the Tram Common, Liam bought a Sea Salt ice cream from the vendor and thanked her. As he was enjoying his treat, he started wandering around, being careful to avoid the tram whenever it passed. He found himself entering a dead-end alley, where a bunch of star-painted crates were left abandoned. As Liam sat down on one of them, he began to look around more: several of the crates had been smashed open, most likely by a pack of bored teenagers with ample free time on their hands. What caught his attention, however, was the huge chunk of wall missing from the lower portion. Liam stood up again.
And wondered how he could've missed something so obvious.
Upon inspection, Liam saw that the cracked hole went in deeper. There was grass hugging the entrance. In a passive manner, he shrugged his shoulders and ducked into the opening.

When Liam came out into The Woods, the first thing he noticed was the absence of living beings: only the towering pine trees were around to him company. He finished his snack and pocketed the popsicle stick, slipping his hands into his pant pockets as he stepped onto the bed of pine needles. As Liam explored the area, he let his mind wander back to ideas for what else he could do with The Hangout. Sadly, he didn't get very far.
Both figuratively and literally.
What the-?
Liam had sighted a forest path that diverged from the clearing, which wound up a small knoll. As he walked out further, he caught a glimpse of first a gabled roof, then an enclosed, gaudily built manor. He stood there for a few peaceful moments, just taking in the intricate detail of the stone pillars, then strolled up the path towards the Old Mansion.
Did I hear something just now?

[*Say it with me now, "Sunlight sunset sun!".
Lawl. Anyway, I wasn't sure if your character headed up this way, Moo, but I hope so. xD]

(OOC: yeah but I wasn’t too sure of what would happen cause I don’t want to rush into anything yet.)

Moo hastily chased the figure through the bushes constantly dodging tree trunks from left, right and centre. The white figure moving further and further away before making a sharp right and disappearing. Moo skidded across the grass on his feet and one hand the branch held sideways in the air. Moo had stopped in a small circular clearing surrounded by thick unfamiliar forest; he stood up straight and took up a defensive stance looking left and right for the strange figure. Suddenly he heard something move through the air, before Moo had a chance to turn his head he was struck in the side of the head by a small rubber like ball witch Moo felt explode against his ear with a loud pop shortly followed by a small amount of water, Moo turned around, his left ear soaked and dripping on to his shoulder, he looked up into a tree branch to see three younger children all male about the age of twelve holding water balloons in one hand and a small wooden bucket in the other. Moo dropped the branch he broke off the tree earlier and stared at the children. “That wasn’t very nice you know.” Moo said calmly through his frustration, the child in the middle looked awkwardly at Moo for a few brief moments. “Attack the freak!” The middle child shouted loudly as the three children threw there little water filled missiles at Moo who was trying to dodge them for dear life. Moo rand forward dodging one balloon the ducked for another, he jumped between trees and prayed for there ammo to empty, but despite his effort a few hit him and the barrage did not seem to stop. Moo spotted a small lit opening in the trees and before even thinking he skidded to the left narrowly missing a balloon, he ran as fast as he could drawing closer and closer to the opening the balloon attack became more fierce, with one final leap and a couple of water Balloons to the tail Moo had escaped.

Moo landed with a roll as he regained balance on his feet, his Jacket had little wet patches all over it, with his head soaked and his tail looking like a washing up bush moo shook himself until he was reasonably dry. Moo stood there panting for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and steadying himself. Moo had never been to this place before it was a very old building behind a large closed gate, the building as well aged yet slightly creepy and even on first impression you could tell it had stood far beyond its time. Moo admired the scenery for a few seconds before the chatter of little voices from the children began to approach closer and closer from the forest. Moo dived behind some old pottery and waited to scare the children.

When Liam heard something crash through the bushes, he instinctively slipped out of view behind one of the free-standing pillars that were set up along the path: he wasn't about to get caught trespassing on private property, if anyone actually lived in that dilapitated manor. He craned his neck and peered around the side of the square pillar, trying to see who or what was approaching.
Liam had to do a double-take.
Wait. Does that kid have a tail?

Just as he was about to come out from his hiding spot, Liam heard voices and approaching footsteps. He went to the other side of the pillar, closer to the pathway now, and again peered around the corner. There were three young boys, armed with water balloons: one of them, maybe the ring leader, started calling out to someone. Now that he had a closer look, he recognized them as frequent customers.
'Freak'? Do they mean that other kid?
His gaze drifted over to a pile of old pottery up against the outer wall of the mansion, where he thought he saw the tailed kid take shelter in.
Tail or no tail, I won't tolerate bullying. Especially if they ever want to set foot in my house again.
Liam stepped out from behind the pillar and faced the three, putting on his best scowl.
"I think you three should go back to town, unless you want your parents to know where you've been all day."

Moo peered through a small crack in the pottery as he watched the children approach through the opening to the forest. Moo slid off his knees and onto his feet, his hands still touching the ground. As he readied to jump out of his hiding spot he pulled out of his pocket three water balloons witch he grabbed in the middle of the attack. Holding them carefully by his side so they don’t break he prepared to strike, he watched them move closer and closer. Moo crouched low and just before he pounced his attention was ripped away by the sudden arrival of this new person who had emerged from the unknown. The stranger walked forward slightly and said something to the children but unfortunately Moo did not hear it. He looked at the children froze there with a shocked expression on there faces, they soon enough began to rush off after dropping there buckets so quickly it had caused the remaining balloons to pop and the water to leak out of the buckets. Unknown if the stranger was friend or foe Moo got up cautiously from behind the pottery dropping the water balloons in the process, he steadied his breathing so if needed he could make a fast escape.

Liam turned halfway to look back when he heard the water balloons bursting, only to find the tailed kid emerge from the pile of oversized decorative pots. From behind his heavy-duty sunglasses goggles, his gaze lingered on the fox-like tail extending out from behind, wondering if it was actually real, or just a prop. He'd never encountered someone who wasn't fully human, and he wasn't sure what to make of the kid. He tilted his head to the side a little when he looked up and noticed the young boy's tense stance: he looked about ready to run from him.
Hmm.
Liam called out to him.
"I've never seen you around before. Do you live out here or something?"
He didn't ask if the kid was all right, since it was pretty obvious what the answer was.

Moo stood there for a few seconds stiff as a board before manageing to shaking his head and respond, “um...no I live near the market area back in town.” Moo's body slowly began to loosen. Moo looked at the strangers tilted heads, it only took a few seconds to recognize where his view was focused and without hesitation Moo’s tail sharply hid itself behind his back. “I’m glad the kids left...thank you, as you can probably already tell I’m not the best loved person in twilight town.” Moo said nervously, his body a lot more relaxed now his mind was in the conversation, after all if this Stanger meant harm he would have aided the Children.

"You're welcome."
Liam stood straight now, and removed his hands from his pant pockets, wringing his cold hands together: even though the sun's position never changed, the temperature was always a good indicator of when nighttime was approaching.
In that moment, Liam suddenly thought of something: aside from a curious peek at this kid's tail, he didn't really have that much fascination for how different he looked from other people. But, maybe it just wasn't as big of a deal to him. This revelation wasn't expressed through any change in expression, though: his perma-frown stayed right where it was. He gave the Old Mansion one last glance, then motioned for the young man.
"C'mon, let's head back to town: it's getting cold out here. I'll walk you home."
Without looking back to see if he was following, Liam turned and started the trek back.
Oh, right.
"The name's Liam, by the way."
As he passed by them, he picked up the buckets the children left behind: he figured they'd come for them at The Hangout, being the 'responsible grown-up' that he was.

Moo stood there for a few seconds as Liam walked along the bit of field separating the Mansion from the forest, Moo’s Tail dropped a little as he quickly decided on going with Liam dew to the fact that this part of Twilight Town was new to him, “Hey wait up!” Moo called as he rand to Liam’s side. Moo followed Liam keeping to his left and about a half a step behind as the entered the forest again. The forest looked different as dusk drew closer, the setting sun could be seen through the thick trees as golden beams of light shining down to small patches of ground. As the two were walking along Moo light slapped his forehead “oh, sorry! I didn’t give you my name did i? I’m Moo” Moo said through a friendly smile, he tried to make a good impression on Liam because he never really had someone to properly talk to.

Liam didn't give much indication that he heard Moo, other than a small nod: he had to pay attention to their surroundings, since this was his first time out here as well. He didn't want to get lost out here, and he was certain that the kid would agree with him.
After a few minutes of picking his way past a clump of trees, Liam eventually found the break in the wall, where the evening light was streaming in through. He brought his arms up slightly to adjust the small pails under his arms, then knelt down at the opening and shuffled his way through. When he came out back in the Tram Common, he stepped back to allow room for Moo to come out. While he waited, he decided on his plans for the evening.
I'll check out this place later tonight. But getting Moo home and dropping off these buckets comes first.
"Why would people not like you? For the ears and tail?"

Moo crawled out of the crack in the wall and shook himself off after he emerged, he stood up and brushed off his jacket, Moo rambled “There aren’t very many of my kind, some people tend to fear what they don’t understand and that fear gets passed around to family and friend and the cycle continues. I have helped people in this town and they welcomed me in return. But unfortunately I can’t please everyone.”
He paused for a few seconds to see if Liam was paying attention, reassured that he was Moo continued “so yes I guess my differences are why people tend to push me away, but there are some good people in the world.” Moo looked at Liam, Scratched his left ear and laughed “I’m sorry for rambling; I don’t talk to people much.”

Liam listened quietly, not minding having Moo do the talking. He started to walk away from the crack, hoping that the kid would take the lead back to wherever it was that he lived on Market Street. This made him wonder about something: if they lived in the same general part of town, then why hadn't he seen this kid pass by The Hangout? Was it because he (Liam) slept until 'noon'? He let the thought sit there for a moment, then snapped back to the conversation at hand: he was quite good at thinking about random things, and still knowing what was said during his random interludes. It was a marvelous talent.
When Moo paused in his speech and looked down at him (since he was half a foot shorter), Liam raised an eyebrow in response, wondering why he stopped for a moment.
Oh.
"It's fine. Maybe someday that cycle will end."
Liam paused.
"Which way's your place?"

“I live over there.” Moo Pointed towards the item shop. Moo led them over to the market area witch was very dimly light by the moonlight and a few street lamps flickering in the distance.
Moo stopped for a few seconds and looked up at the night sky, the stars scattered across the darkness like small grains of diamond dust.
Moo’s tail gently swayed from side to side, “You know, something bugs me.” Moo said in a relaxed manner as he turned to face Liam “how did you scare those kids like that? I’ve been trying to get them to leave me alone for weeks now.”

Liam couldn't help but smirk briefly.
"Told them I'd cook and serve them at The Hangout," He lied, giving Moo a mock-serious frown. He was curious as to how Moo would respond to that little fib.
I'll tell him later. Eventually. ...Maybe.
Oh, what a devil.
"Anyway, you're welcome to stop by at any time. It's right up next to the Station Plaza."
Since his arms were full, Liam gave Moo a small nod of farewell. After a quick glance at the building Moo called his home, he turned to walk back to his own home. Then Liam turned his head to glance back at the kid and said,
"Don't worry, not everyone's a cannibal here."
He chuckled quietly, which to him didn't seem like something natural for him, but it certainly sounded genuine.

(OCC: lmao, sorry for late reply been caught up in college work.)
When Liam told Moo he would cook the children, Moo stared at Liam with a slightly worried expression on his face and stood there as Liam turned to walk towards the Station Plaza. After he mentioned about the cannibals, Moo looked down slightly holding his chin. After a few seconds Moo fell under the impression that Liam was joking. Moo shook his head as he chuckled lightly before he watched Liam walk away, “I’ll see you around.” Moo called hoping Liam heard him.
Now alone Moo looked up to a window on the first floor of a building opposite the items shop. Moo slowly walked up to the long black drainpipe on the wall that lead up to his window. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up and then gripped the cold metal pipe and gave it a tug to be sure it was sturdy before planting his feet on the wall. He began ascending the pipe and soon enough reached his window and with one big push he forced it open. He then placed a foot on the windowsill and swung all his weight to the left, crouching onto all fours as he entered the window to keep balance. Moo hopped off the windowsill and into a dark room. Reaching out he began to feel around for a few seconds before finding a small box. Moo lifted the box and removed a match from inside. Carefully placing the box from where he got it from Moo turned to face the window as he placed the tip of the match against the wall; with a quick strike the match let off a tiny spark before igniting and letting off a small yet bright light that surrounded Moo’s body.
Moo sat on the windowsill covering the flame so the light breeze did not put it out. He reached over to light a small group of candles on a small shelf next to the windowsill. After the candles were lit they revealed a small section of the room with what appeared to be the end of a bed, deep blue carpeting on the floor and the walls covered in what seemed to be plain white paint but looked like a dim shade of yellow from where the candles had reflected. The candle light also revealed the wide windowsill; the rest was hidden by a shroud of darkness. Moo looked around his room and gave a sigh. He lifted his arms above his head and stretched as he walked over to the bed. Moo removed his jacket and threw it into the darkness as if it has suddenly disappeared from eyesight. In the mean time he reached into another part of the darkness and retrieved a thick white blanket as if he had produced it out of thin air. Moo wandered back to the windowsill and sat on it throwing the blanket over his shoulders whilst spinning around so his back was against the wall and his legs were almost tucked into his chest. He wrapped the blanket around himself further as he looked down at the empty street. The whole street was pitch black, with a few shines on the floor from the streetlights looking extremely lifeless, and with a sigh Moo looked up to the starry night sky above.

. . .
Liam backed in through the doorway of his tiny closet on the second floor, slowly nudging the door open with the bottom of his boot. He turned and faced one of the middle shelves that was labeled 'Lost and Found', and dumped the three buckets in an unoccupied spot. As Liam went to get out, his eye caught one of those blue Struggle bats that's been sitting there for several weeks now: there was a Struggle Away contest some time back, and the victor and his friends came to The Handout to celebrate shortly after the final match. He stood there for a good moment, contemplating whether or not he was going to go through with the idea, and if he'd actually need anything to protect himself with.
It's not like there's gonna monsters in the woods or anything.
In his better judgment, Liam picked up the bat anyway. Along with a pink torchlight that was conveniently within reach.
It even had a yellow star for the switch. And a decal sticker on the handle that said 'Setzer OMG!!1'.
You'd think kids wouldn't forget stuff like this. How old is this thing, anyway?

Off Liam went, armed with a Struggle bat and a suspiciously cute light to lead the way. After he turned off the lights and locked up The Hangout, he set off down Market Street, keeping the girly flashlight off for the time being. However, since Twilight Town doesn't make it a habit of turning on the street lamps on these rare instances of 'nighttime', Liam was having a very hard time finding his way to his destination without anything to go by. He didn't even think of the fact that whomever might see him skulking about would certainly think this was an odd sight, considering that most people are in bed by now, and have no actual reason to stay up when the sun 'sets'.
And that he was using an unmanly torchlight.
A light's a light... He assured himself.

When Liam came down into the Tram Common, he had to really look around for that alleyway: he was lucky enough to have randomly stumbled on it once before. As Liam was looking around, he hadn't realized that there was a window lit up across from where he was, and that there was someone sitting on the window sill. However, he probably wouldn't have thought too much on it anyhow: he finally found the alleyway from earlier, and now made his way over towards the large opening in the wall...
Liam planned on checking out that Old Mansion.
'Could've done this tomorrow during the day, but hey, I'm inconvenient like that.

Standing at the end of a cream colored room, Elfie stood there and pondered on what the specific image she was looking at was about. From what her research had told her, this used to be a bright white room with freshly drawn pictures but instead it was now an off-cream color contrasting on the walls with worn and aged pictures barely hanging on to them.
Elfie traced her finger over the picture in front of her, being careful not to damage it in anyway.
Moving her arm into her cloak, she retrieved a grey-backed notebook with a pen entwined in a spiral bound spine connecting the pages in the notebook. She flipped over a few written and slightly torn pages in the notebook, before coming to an unwritten page and grabbed the pen elegantly. She looked around the room, noticing what other pictures she could see and wrote down what she examined and thought.

Xunxeus emerged from the portal in the basement of the old mansion. Coughing slightly, rubbing his head as he yawned. He had taken a..slight rest in the corridor of darkness, the minor encounter with the two keybladers had worn him slightly. Unused to battle didn't make great experience against what seemed to be two experienced fighters. Taking a look of his surroundings, Xunxeus figured he was in some sort of basement. The technology around was old and dusty. Seeing a small hallway exiting out and upwards past the seemingly basement area, Xunxeus made his way past it into a library of sorts. The walls were adorned with bookshelves after bookshelves, all which Xunxeus gave a quick gaze before dismissing them as uninteresting. Pulling down his cloak's hood he now entered the main room of the building he had transported into. Gazing at the rustic qualities of the grand room he gazed all over it. Spotting even two suits of armor along the back of the room, something about this gave him a eerie feeling. With a light sigh he stood there, leaning carefully against the railing as he rested for now.

(OCC: sorry if it's undescriptive i rushed lol)

Moo sat there on the candle-lit windowsill as he looked down at the dead streets, snuggled up in the blanket to keep warm. His brown hair flowed gently in the wind and his brown fox-like ears drooped dopily in his relaxed state. A few brief moments of silence past before Moos ears pricked up and the sound of foot steps echoing in the dead city, “Who would be out at this time of night?” Moo mumbled to himself. He followed the sound to a dark alley which he concentrated on; soon a dark figure began to emerge out of the darkness. “Who is that?” The silhouette began to shape and form a body; Liam finally emerged from the shadows and walked across the empty street armed with what looked like a blue foam bat. “Where’s he off to?” Moo said to himself as he watched him walk away.
Moo slipped off the windowsill and back into his room. He quickly ran over to the bed and into the dark patch, when he emerged he was wearing his jacket and he had dropped he blanket. Moo blew out the candles as he quickly stood on the windowsill on all fours; he reached out and grabbed the pipe, mounted the wall and used his tail to close the window behind him. Moo scaled up the cold pipe reaching the roof top on the floor above, you could see all of the market place from up there but Moo had no interest, instead he ran off in pursuit of Liam. Moo reached the end of the building as he entered the tram column; he noticed a lower building a little further in front of him and with one big leap soared over the small gap between the buildings. He landed safely on all fours as he ran a bit further. He stopped suddenly and crouched as he noticed Liam stood there observing the crack in the wall leading to the forest.

[Not much detail, sorry.]
. . .
Liam was making his way through The Woods now, after taking a moment to recover from tripping over an unnoticed root. The torchlight turned out to be faulty: for some reason, if Liam let it shake too much, the light would falter and flicker out. Which what happened right when he misjudged his step and slipped. So anyway, he rubbed his sore behind, swearing under his breath when he found the trail that lead away from the forest and towards the Old Mansion.

Looks like it's still empty.
He was at the front gate now, checking the windows to make sure no one was actually in it. Or awake.
This probably isn't my most well thought-out plan. He thought passively, but oh well. Here goes something.
Liam went to the right of the wrought iron gate that had the ridiculously big keyhole, and grabbed onto the ivy that was growing abundantly up along the stone wall. With the torch between his teeth (Yuck, it's still dusty) and the Struggle bat wedged between his windbreaker and his back, Liam climbed up and over the wall successfully, silently dropping down into an unkempt garden area. When he didn't hear anything that indicated he tripped an alarm, Liam stole for the front door that was left open just a crack.
He cursed under his breath when the light gave out for good.

. . .
[Cue 'Scent of Silence'.]
There wouldn't be much possibility that someone lived here now, especially if the foyer was in the state of disrepair as it was when Liam slipped inside the Old Mansion. Every flat surface had a film of dust, and cobwebs draped wherever it was possible. The dining table was even worse: some of the dining chairs were broken or knocked over, but from the looks of things, they hadn't been moved around after all this dust settled. Now, it could've been from the disquieting, haunting atmosphere of the Mansion itself, but in the pit of Liam's very being, he felt something stirring. He couldn't place what it was, if it was caution or something else entirely, but he tried his best to stamp out whatever that feeling was: this wasn't the time to start acting up, since he couldn't back out from a little exploring now.

Xunxeus was almost asleep before Liam had entered the foyer. Surprised, he quickly stood back to avoid being notice. He contemplated for a second before literally jumping off the second floor of the Foyer. Landing briefly in the middle of the room, Xunxeus made sure to jump quickly to the other side of the foyer. His feet landed squarely on the rails, and due to their age, they crumbled, sending him rolling slightly on the second floor before hitting the wall. Seeing as he had caused enough commotion, he decided to enter the room beside him. Inside the room was what used to be pure white, the colors have faded by the mansion's sheer age. In the middle of the room was a white marble table, the stone's beauty not lost even a inch of itself. Xunxeus continued to analyze the room before seeing a person, cloaked as him. Keeping silent, He waited to see if they noticed him. Unbeknownst to him, he had left the door creaked open..

Once Liam had gone into the forest, Moo hopped of his rooftop and onto some barrels in the street below. The barrel Moo landed on wobbled slightly but he managed to keep his balance as he hopped off and approached the dark crack in the wall. Moo squeezed through the crack and emerged in a very dark forest area, upon arrival Moo heard a thud in the forest; he hastily jumped into a tree and began to jump from branch to branch trying to make as little noise as possible. Suddenly Moo spotted a light through the dark forest and he was in hot pursuit. Moo followed the light into the clearing in front of the old mansion, the moonlight shone onto its old crumbling walls causing the old house to glow slightly. “God, this place is creepier at night than it is in the day.” Moo said looking around; he noticed Liam climbing the large ivy covered walls, Moo watched him drop off the wall and walk over into the old house. Moo ran towards the wall at grate speed before planting his foot into the ground and leaping at the wall at grate speed. Before impact Moo planted his feet into the wall and grabbed the top of the wall, with one grate pull vaulted over landing on all fours and creeping over to the door Liam disappeared into.
(OCC: bit to late to creep now but oh well)

The hell was that?
Liam couldn't see whatever it was that crashed somewhere in the foyer, so he slipped the torchlight into the coat pocket his popsicle stick was still in, and brought out the Struggle bat. He didn't think calling out would be such a smart idea, so he kept silent as he listened for any more movement. When he heard something shuffle to his right, Liam turned in that general direction.
The moon outside must've been hiding behind clouds up until this point, because what Liam now saw as a large foyer was being faintly lit from outside a large window on the opposite side of the room. He could see much better now, even though it wasn't by much. Liam still held the bat in front of him, and as he looked up at the second floor landing, he saw a good chuck of the railing had broken off. Some of it had fallen into the foyer itself.

Liam quietly went over to the grand staircase and came up to the second floor, keeping an eye out in case whatever broke the railing was still nearby. He went around with his back to the wall, still armed with his Struggle bat. While he went, he noticed that there was a faint light from behind a door that was ajar further down the landing. As Liam got closer, that same weird feeling was still persisting. It was at that point that he had reached a suit of armor: it was just close enough that Liam might catch wind of whomever, or whatever, could be in the room. There was also a doorway right on the other side of the armor, closer to him.
Liam hunkered down and waited, listening for anything.
It's like a really bad horror story.

Moo placed his hand on the cold wooden door, it felt like it was rotting and yet still very sturdy. The door was ajar, more than likely from where Liam had entered; Moo looked around before giving the door a big push. The door slowly opened with a loud creak, it leaded to a large and gloomy foyer. Moo looked about the foyer as he walked inside slowly; the place was dusty and full of cobwebs, upon closer inspection Moo noticed the stairway split left and right. He also noticed the door upstairs and to the Left was ajar, moo hoped it was Liam as he began to make his way across the dusty foyer.

(OCC: Exelfious post next, sorry for the rush just ready for bed now lol)

Elfie didn't even blink an eye to know one of her fellow Organization members had cropped up into the room.
"Xunxeus." Elfie stated as she finished writing up her research and closing the notebook she had quite forcefully. "So.." Elfie turned around to look at the curly blonde-haired man infront of her and smirked. "..By what means are you here? or couldn't you just wait to see me once again?"