(Gah! Post, eaten *sobs* It was a doozy too. Damn evil interweb *shakes fist*)
How long had it been since that other coven laired in the bottom of the Spiral? Chardonnay couldn't remember, it'd been hard to keep track of time in the catacombs, it was shortly after they found Zin, likely on her way to join the maniacs. They were too obvious, completly lacking in subtlety and they deserved their fate - even if it was a little premature.
Burgundy didn't have time for reflections on the past, so she marched straight down the tunnel, one hand on the wall. She'd been down there countless times before, but she'd never quite gotten over keeping a hand on the wall for stability. Just because she hadn't seen herself taking a tumble and breaking her neck didn't mean that it couldn't happen. She could hear Chardonnay behind her, the soft clatter of his boots as he trotted down the initial slope before slowing down.
Unlike Burgundy, Chardonnay didn't feel like bracing himself against the wall, but he walked slowly, easing his feet down and making sure they were solidly on the ground before putting his weight on them. It made for slow moving, but put him a good distance behind Burgundy - which was where he wanted to be. This was her meeting, she'd tried to talk him out of it - or more appropriately, tried to tick him off so he'd leave her alone, but it hadn't worked. If this person at the bottom of the Spiral was half as interesting as she made him out to be then Syrah would need an accurate report of him.
That is, if there was a person at the bottom of the Spiral. Burgundy hadn't had a chance to go to the surface and speak with her contacts lately so unless one spilled a long term plan she couldn't know there was someone there. Chardonnay rested a hand on the dagger next to the pouch on his belt, hoped he didn't need it. Burgundy's magic may have been a clever trick, but her contacts were trustworthy for the most part. He hoped it was just a long-term plan coming to fruitation.
But what could they get done in that chamber in the Spiral? About the only thing it was good for was a secret meeting, something he thought another person wouldn't be quick to confess to a friend, no matter how trustworthy. Unless, said person knew and wasn't invited so they spread the word out of spite. Chardonnay stopped thinking about it, he'd find out soon enough why anyone would find themselves in the bottom of a tunnel in the catacombs.
The walked in complete silence for most of the trip, their cowled black robes providing cover from most normal eyes. Both paused when they saw the cat make its way up the tunnel and both watched it a second before continuing down, keeping silent out of habit more than necessity. For all they knew, it was a familiar, or a summoned beast, and it's master probably knew they were sulking down the tunnel. Not that they needed the element of surprise, they were only here to talk, not to kill or spy.
Near the bottom they saw a faint trickle of light, which seemed brighter than normal to Chardonnay's darkvision and Burgundy's spell enchanced eyes. Both stopped, Chardonnay to pull his cowl over his eyes while they adjusted to the light, and Burgundy to wipe off the ashen dust on her eyelids.
Here came nothing. There was someone in the chasm, now to find out who. Burgundy and Chardonnay clattered down the remaining few feet of tunnel. Letting whomever was in the chasm to hear them, so they wouldn't be startled. Even though they'd all but advertised that they were coming down the tunnel, both paused before the mouth of the chamber and Burgundy peeked into it. When she drew her head out she gestured to Chardonnay: Two men, one black-haired, one blonde-haired. Chardonnay nodded and Burgundy walked into the chamber, drawing her cowl away from her head. Chardonnay followed a second after, taking her lead and dropping his cowl.
In the light, Burgundy's skin was a soft, golden tone, her eyes a dark indeterminable colour and her hair, knotted into several buns held with long black pins, was azure. She kept her hands lax at her side and smiled serenely at the two men, unabashedly giving both a once-over. Chardonnay; surprisingly dark skinned with slightly pointed ears, a light green ponytail with long bangs and silver eyes; tucked his hands into his sleeves and scowled.
