As the world whirled around them, bleeding into an eerie wailing of ethereal ghosted water and supernatural powers and forces, the ticking chime of each note from the music box curdling, striking and ringing true, even as cold darkness settled around them, twisting them within and consuming them whole.
Then darkness, then light- and the two would find themselves, standing there, still in suits and tie, hair, slightly disheveled as the ground beneath them seemed to light up- then pulled away, moving in this direction then that- Lord Amalin losing his balance and barely catching himself before the rock and roll of the floor stopped, then twisted, and propelled them upwards- smashing the pair against the ceiling with the final crackling ping of the music box-
Then darkness, darkness again.
It was the striking of a clock, cast in a single blue light that made him realize where they were as Lord Amalin sighed and craned his neck up at it, the grand father clock seeming to stretch on into eternity towards the ceiling above.
"Hrmm, maybe you were right? It seems I've greatly miscalculated this ghost, and, it begs me to wonder if it's even just a ghost we are dealing with at all." Then, turning to Urich, he stuffed his hands in his pocket. "So, up for a stroll through the ghostly plain? Cause it seems like we don't' got much of a choice." He half smiled at that shrugging. "And who knows, that fiance of yours might be here if we look hard enough. Gotta keep our eyes peeled-" he said, then promptly stepped on something, glass breaking beneath his heel.
Stepping back, he blinked and stared down at a picture frame-
"That's odd.." he picked it up, staring down at it. "A picture frame without the picture." Though when the picture frame began to bleed, he dropped the damn thing and hopped away, appearing sqeemish.
"Gods, I've forgotten how strange the purgatorial realm can be." he sighed, then gestured forward. "Shall we? I believe we have a ghost to catch, and your fiance to find."
