The mage wasn't sure where to begin with all this, just thinking about what just happened made her think this was some sort of dream and she was still naked beside Margrett. Not an entirely unpleasant thought she concluded.
"Umm, yes, we were sent to help. Though, I had no idea things were so dire," she tried to sound as serious as she could and not like this whole situation was baffling.
Serenity looked around the room, not sure where to begin at all with all this, she hardly had experience with specters, phantoms and ghosts. The mage never even seen one before what just happened.
"Egon was it? What exactly do you need help with? I'm not sure I'm capable of assisting you in any way."
She fetched the box the shopkeeper gave her, "I probably couldn't use any of these tools in here..."
He took the box from her and looked inside, nodding.
Yes, yes, I can use this... He pulled some papers from his desk, looking them over.
I have a hunch about what's going on, but I'm not a hundred percent sure. Back before this place closed down, the owner was accused of black magic and rituals in the basement...I haven't been down there yet, but I'd wager that's where the source of this is. He looked to them, letting out a sigh.
Serenity bit her lower lip for a second and turned to Margrett, "What should we do, investigate it?" she seemed to be a tad timid, "I'm of the opinion that we'll surely find something...but I'm not sure my magic will repel any ghoulish things we find."
She looked down at the floor as if thinking on it, kicking herself in her mind to get over herself and go down into the basement.
Serenity looked to Egon, "Well, we were asked to help and here we are, if our destination is to the basement then we shall go." she said as bravely as she could.
Serenity giggled nervously, "Yes, well, anything for the arts." she wasn't entirely scared, but not really wanting to go down either. "Also, we have to see if we can't save those other singers, I would have shared their fate if it weren't for Egon."
Gently separating herself from Margrett, Serenity followed after Egon, "I hope those stories about possession are just fairy tale fodder as well..."
They caught up with Egon, and he led them downstairs, down a creaky set of stairs into the gloom. He gave them a few candles, and as they neared the bottom they saw all the junk down there. Racks of clothes, shelves of books, piles of boxes and trunks and random objects. Egon looked around, making his way through the maze, swinging his candle about.
It seems that the town treated this as its junk depository. Never know what you'll use in a performance....
"You'll never know what you'll need on the stage, any little thing could make all the difference, or at least that's what a friend would tell me back home. She would have loved all these things for blocking."
Her torch was raised slightly above her head, emitting a sense of protection to Serenity. She felt nothing could harm her so long as she had this light with her, or at least nothing could surprise her, even a ghost.
"Do you know what happened to this theater, why its been abandoned as such, was it also due to this supposed sorcerer?" she asked Egon.
"Alright," she said to Egon, looking back at him real quick before following Margrett through this new hallway. Her free hand felt through some of the clothing as she walked past them, getting a feel for the different materials, some a little more decayed than others.
"I've never been in a play before, but I always thought the clothes the actors wore were fantastic, after one show I asked one of the actresses if I could buy her costume or at least know who made it."
Her gaze wasn't focused on anything in particular other than the clothing, not really sure what she was supposed to look for other than anything more out of the ordinary than it should be, ghosts aside.
"Mhmm..." Serenity hummed accusingly, Margrett never failing to act the fox when she can. Still, she couldn't help but grin, though she wouldn't do anything too lewd while Egon was around.
She put her candle down, "Sure, why not? A little time to spend before we return to see if Egon found anything."
Putting her hands on her hips, she looked around for the first thing she could see in the candlelight, and picked up an elaborate black fur coat with a compliment neck fur to go with it. The creatures it was made from couldn't really be distinct, or at least Serenity didn't bother looking. She put the coat over her clothing and made a few turns in the mirror, trying to look cute before striking a modeling pose, looking into the mirror with stern yet seducing eyes.
Margrett nodded, taking a hat from a rack nearby, a wide-brimmed brown leather one, and put it on her head.
You're a natural, Serenity. She laughed and pulled a cloak from the rack, pulling it around her shoulders. It looked like a summer dress, and she faked a swoon.
I do say, madam, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...
Serenity turned to Margrett and exaggerated being flattered, "Why thank you my lady. If I might be so bold I dare say you're quite fair yourself..." she said with suggestive undertones.
She giggled quietly to herself afterward, not helping to realize the silliness they were in, acting like little girls in a dress shop.
"You are just darling, you must have all the men enamored and at your feet!"
With a pronounced sway of her hips and a suggestive grin, Margrett tiptoed up to Serenity, leaning towards her.
Not just the men, m'lady. You can count on that.
She leaned forward, putting her cloaked hands on Serenity's chest, pushing her gently against the makeup desk, almost pinning her. She smiled a little smugly.
We could make a remarkably good couple, madam. Don't you think?
One of her hands held Serenity's shoulder as she went in for a quick kiss, the other trialing gently down the curve of her stomach, to her inner thigh.
Serenity was caught off guard and let herself be pushed back against the desk, giving her a moment to process what was about to happen.
She laughed a little nervously, "Do you think...we should be doing this right now?" she was going to say more but had just become a victim of Margrett's attack.
Her hand reached for Margrett's shoulder, pushing against it to make her stop, not wanting to do any sort of thing in this ghastly place, but at the same time her strength in it was hardly enough to push back the guards-woman.