Fear me, mortals, for I guard this statue which leads to The Underworld!

All evil can pass with ease
But good may not do what good will please
Try and run or try and hide
You'll never get yourself inside
I, the ghost, the guard of vice
Will throw at you dead rats and mice
Torment to your very soul
Until you leave us well alone

Only Evil can access The Underworld this way, unless Good can distract the ghost. Evil may post a simple travel post, but if you are good, you must stand at the statue and wait... or you will find yourself in even more trouble than you already are in...

:: Sam approaches the Fallen Angel Statue, and begins to take the passage to the Underworld, whe nhe stops and thinks. ::

(That ghost said there was a bounty on his reseruction. Now I definatly know I'm coming back. Let's see, what would have the power to reserect a ghost? A nymph? A vampire?)

:: Continues down into the Underworld. ::

:: Sam sighs as he walks out of the passageway and into the cemetary. ::

"I bet I'm the only damn warlock or demon that ever has to use that damn passageway. I...."

:: Continuing on his rant, Sam picks up the pace and speed out of the Cemetary, and towards The Magic Shop ::

:: Sam staggers down into the passageway into the Underworld, finally feeling safe from anyone who might follow him. The two boxes he carries are getting heavier and heavier and he thanks the Source that he's almost at The Market. ::

::Chloe swoops up form the passage, landing atop the fallen stone to think over what just happened. She gradually falls asleep there, her beak nestled under her wing.::

::Luke coincidentally arrives at the correct statue, looking for signs of the human form of Chloe. Dissatisfied, he kicks the pile of dead leaves, not knowing that Chloe was on the other side of the statue.::

"Damn! Where the hell is she? You don't think that..."

"No."

::Andrea stops a little behind Luke, not really knowing what Chloe means to him, but recognising she's a lucky girl.::

"Hey... do you see a gap there at the foot of the statue?"

"No...no I don't...why?"

::He walks up closer to examine the statue. When he gets a close enough look, he recognizes that there is an eagle resting at the foot of the statue. Gently, he picks up the eagle and walks back to Andrea.::

"This must be her, right?"

(C'mon. Be alive for Lenin, all right? I don't know if I could survive giving a bird mouth-to-mouth resuscitation or is it that I just find the idea too freaky? Whatever, maybe she'll revert to her human form. Yes, right now. Any minute. And BAM...she's human. Damn, this will take a long time.)

::Chloe sighs in her sleep, too exhausted to wake.::

::Andrea gently lifts the sleeping bird from Luke's hand, sits cross-legged on the wet ground and softly strokes the feathers around its neck.::

"I recognise this bird."

::Thinking back to her first foray into the forest, the eagle who led her to the city and let her touch the very same patch she's now stroking, Andrea knows implicitely that this creature is Chloe.::

"It's her. She has the same gorgeous face, those, well I can't tell because they're closed, but what I imagine to be piercing eyes... just beautiful really."

(I should be gay.)

"Should I try to wake her?"

"Also, the 'same gorgeous face'? Andrea, it's not exactly the same considering that she's a completely different species."

::He looks to Andrea in confusion, hoping that she could provide an answer.::

"Should we shake up so that she can wake up or do you think it requires a spell to do that?"

::Andrea casts Luke a disdainful, yet playful glance.::

"I've seen her in bird form before, okay? Haven't you? I meant, her bird face is gorgeous. Which makes me sound weird so..."

::She continues stroking the soft down of the eagle's neck.::

"And a spell isn't required for everything in the world, I'm sure."

::Touches the bird's beak and speaks in a soothing voice.::

"Chloe? Is that you? Wake up sweetie... come on..."

(Lenin, where the hell are you? Your girlfriend of sorts is right here. Why haven't you come yet?)

"Try singing to it. I've heard that it might work. My mother never sung to me but that's besides the point. I'll stop babbling."

::He looks around for a bit and gestures Andrea to come over to him with Chloe.::

"Maybe we should take Chloe to her apartment and monitor her and protect her from whatever is after her. Do birds use bedsheets?"

::Chloe stirs a bit, being forced from sleep by that talking around her. Her eyes open and she blinks a few times. She gazes up at the two faces, trying to place why they seem so familiar.::

(Wake up, Chloe...)

::Andrea's face lights up at the stirring of Chloe. She continues to speak gently, rousing Chloe without startling her.::

"Hey!"

::She coos gently.::

"Welcome to the world of the waking!"

::Chloe coos a bit, crawling off of Andrea's lap. She closes her eyes yet again to concentrate on gaining those aposable thumbs. How creative. Ehem... Soon she is at full hieght. Still feeling quite drained, she sits on the ground.::

"Hey."

::Luke watches the transformation, amazed at how a row of feathers suddenly altered its form into fingers. He looks away from her, remembering what his goal was just hours earlier.::

(What the hell am I supposed to do? I mean, I tried to kill her or at least planned to...)

::He offers his hand to Chloe to help her up.::

"C'mon...let's take you home."

::Chloe looks up at Luke, her eyelids quite heavy. After taking a while to process his words, her brow furrows.::

"Home...? Ah, home."

::She sighs, taking Luke's hand.::

"Home is good. I could use a nap... or something."

::She turns to Andrea who is still seated on the ground.::

"You coming?"

::She is still absently holding Luke's hand.::

"Let's go, girls."

::With that, Luke walks the lethargic Chloe to the Cemetery, walking slow enough for Andrea just as before.::

::Andrea hurries after the pair, astonished at what she's seen, following them out to the cemetary.::

::Petunius wades through the grass and mud and soon finds himself in front of the statue. He waits for Vince for a moment, then speaks::

"Wow. Talk about over hyped. It's practically a pile of rubble"

::Vince kicks a stone at the statue and sighs::

"Piece of crap. Why would a ghost want to live here anywhere? There are nice cosy mausoleums back that way."

"Maybe they prefer the great outdoors? I dunno. Hey look. There seems to be some kind of hole here at the foot. Wonder where it leads?"

::Petunius walks towards it and looks closely::

::A ghost comes screaming up from the hole, probably the most terrifying thing any of the witches could ever have witnessed, and fills the sky with it's horrific presence.::

"Who goes by my grave?"

::It shrieks in an inhuman voice, yellow beams of eyes leering at the intruders as it exhudes fear into the entire cemetary...

You should probably run away.::

::Running away sounds like a very good idea to Petunius right now. If only his legs felt the same way. Despite being more unstable than jelly, they stay there transfixed to the spot. He stares up at the ghost's presence, unable to look away, almost as though he were watching a train crash in slow motion::

"Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck!"

(Dear god, did I just shit my pants? No...no that's just mud)

::With a monumental amount of willpower, he shuts his eyes and tries to block out the horrific noise, all the while blindly fumbling about with the boom box. He reaches into his jacket pocket, takes out the Alyssa Milano CD and starts to put it in but fails as it falls on the ground. He fumbles clumsily, trying to feel for its location. After what seems like an eternity, he finds the CD and places it in and turns up the volume to the highest level. He then lodges one finger deep into his ear before pressing play and making sure the first song that comes on stays on a continuous loop::

"C-c-cover your ears, things are about to get real ugly"

::As soon as he press the button, the familiar beats and saxophone on the opening of Milano's cover of Duh Do Ron Ron blare out at horrific decibel levels. The earth shattering cheerfulness emits such strong sonic vibrations that they are able to not only wake the dead, but hopefully drive them on a one way trip to Insanityville::

::The ghost screams and dives into the boom box, and the sound of the song being jumbled up shudders into the air. Then it stops, and begins playing backwards, strange creakings and screechings emitting from the CD player. A monstrous voice roars from the song being played backwards.::

"Wor... ship... me... wor... ship... me..."

::That being said, the boom box suddenly takes after it's name and explodes. Unfortunately no Alyssa Milano CDs survived. The ghost reappears and showers the two witches with pieces of plastic, shrieking at them.::

"Leave this place!"

::It throws a telekinetic gust at them, knocking them backwards into a couple of graves. Don't mess with a ghost, yo.::

::Vince freezes in shock and then falls to his knees in pain as the music plays out. As the tk throws him backwards ice unconsciously solidifies on his back, softening the blow slightly as he hits the graves. The breath is knocked out of him and he falls onto the grass below, a dull pain throbbing on his back::

"What... the... fuck? Did that ghost look like a Barbie doll... or was that just me?"

::Petunius motions to shield himself against the oncoming attack with his power. The shimmering forcefield appears for a brief moment and absorbs the brunt of the TK, thus preventing what might have been a fatal fall, before shattering around him as though it were made of glass. He lands awkwardly in the grave and groans in pain::

"Ugghhhh...no. I definitely saw silhouettes of sillicone"

::He sits up and looks around him, slowly realising that he is in a grave::

"This is creepy shit, yo. Let's get the fuck out of here"

::Vince nods and labouriously gets to his feet before walking back to the car::

::Petunius drags himself out of the grave and follows in the direction of the car::

(There's an experience I don't want to go through again inny time soon...)

::Piper keeps running until she sees the Angel Statue. Deciding that Angels were pretty and therefore couldn't be dangerous or evil, she hides behind it, and begins to play with a couple of snails::

::Patience slows down as to not scare little Piper...she soon spots the fallen angel statue and is taken in by it.::

"Wow...this is so beautiful."

::Patience takes the necklace she was going to give to Piper off and Puts it around the chisled neck of the statue. She stops for a moment admiring her addition and approving she decides to walk around to the back of the statue to get a better look at its wings. Once there she spies Piper playing with the snails.::

"Um...hi...now please don't run...I'm not bad...I helped you remember...me and my friends untied you...now all we want to do is get you home safe...you could get hurt out here...don't you want to go home?"

(Please don't run...and for God sakes don't scrach me again.)

::Lirie approaches the statue, noticing Piper::

"Man... what, do you have a smell for kids or something?"

::She kneels near the girl, tilting her head to the side child-likely::

"Sooo... you didn't like the candies. Okay, I know your Mommy told you not to talk to strangers and she was absolutely right and you should always listen to her. But... we noticed that you are without your Mommy and we just thought you were lost or something. If you tell us your Mommy's name, we will take you back to her... would you like that? Us to take you home...?"

(What a load of horseshit... your child will run away from home, darling...)

::Her eyes plead the child to trust them and her lips curve into a small smile::

::Piper slowly picks up the snails and then sticks her tongue out at Lirie and Patience, before running away again::

::Patience's patience was wavering very thin as she watched Piper run away for the second time.::

"That little brat!"

::Patience spits out at she chases Piper into the Cemetary

"Come on Lirie...she's starting to get on my nerves."

"Phew... for a second there, I was sure she's gonna stick that snail into my mouth or something. I think I like that kid... oy me..."

::Lirie shakes her head and follows Patience::

::Carys stops a moment to catch her breath and then follows Patience and Lire::

::Cole shimmers in just under the statue. He looks up at the impassive face of the fallen angel, and notices a necklace draped around its neck.::

(What a stupid...)

::He snatches the necklace off, breaking the chain, and throws it to the ground before stomping on it and crushing the pendant. Once it is destroyed, he walks closer to the angel and taps the shoulder.::

"Come on. Out."

::The ghost appears in a strange blue mist, a sallow man's face gazing at Cole from the depths.::

"Ah, Belthazor."

::Feet appear from the mist and the ghost takes on a semi-transparent human form, walking to greet his friend.::

"I meet you in good health, I trust?"

"I am well, thank you."

::Cole considers a cruel joke; asking the ghost how his own health is, but changes his mind to get right to the point. His face becomes serious.::

"I am about to lure a witch here. He will arrive soon, and I must ensure that he is knocked unconscious. I'd prefer if you did the job for me, because I know how much you like a good battering."

::He takes a crystal ball from his pocket and with a squeeze, watches an image of Justin appear.::

"This is him. I need him for purposes of my own, but you will be delighted, he looks like a bleeder. Now, for your role..."

::Cole concentrates on Justin's boyfriend. An image of Paz appears in the crystal ball.::

"You take on the form of this one, and pretend to be hurt. When he gets close enough, do the job."

::He puts the crystal ball away.::

"Do not kill him, Rebus. I will return."

::Cole shimmers out, back to his penthouse.::