"Locked up in your room," he replied, eyes darting to the demonic statue. "Roo is on her way."

"And how do you plan to manage that?" He inquired in the most vague amusement. "Did you intend to ride down on my back?"

A cold sense of dread settled in Feofil's chest. "No," he replied quietly. "She went upstairs too, to check on something-- I didn't catch what."

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Leriph had returned, double fisting a bottle of Jagermeister and a can of Red Bull and looking very confused.
"Hello?" He called aimlessly. "Blonde chick?"
He spun around to search in the other direction, nearly losing his footing. "Rommer?"

He pressed his fist to his lips to stem the curse that formed on them. "Okay. We'll wait for you."

"Don't be stupid," he chided, suddenly feeling a surge of irritation at her stubbornness. "Roo called and she said we have to stick--" his foot fell on the last creaky step of the staircase down and the beam of his flashlight caught not one but two figures defined against the dark. His breath caught in his throat and he finished the words in near silence, jaw falling slack at the sight of Melat's eerily blank expression. "-- together."

"Not sure yet," he replied, forcing his voice into an easy tone as he blew out a couple candles and grabbed the flashlight off the table. "Hey, let's move somewhere more comfortable, okay? Will you all follow me upstairs?"

"Something," he replied as he got the cap off and thrust the flask forward, spraying its contents in the direction of Melat, who was only a few feet away now. A horrible hissing sound accompanied the fluid's contact with her flesh and she did recoil visibly, though her dead-eyed stare still did not leave them. "What are you waiting for? Go!"

He reeled from the shock of her sudden appearance before his face lit up again. "Heyyy!" He thrust his arms into the air. "There y'are!"

Feofil had descended the stairs again, trying not to whip himself up into a panic. How long had Pari been gone for? Five minutes? Ten? Maybe she was just being stubborn and wouldn't come up until she fixed the power herself, or maybe this was another of her silent treatments at some perceived mistreatment. He veritably ransacked the living room, pulling open what drawers he could find and rummaging through the oddities inside for anything that looked like it might be related. A bottle of holy water. A bundle of herbs, probably sage? A handful of amulet-looking things on small leather cords, each with different intricate symbols on them. God, he should have paid more attention to Vera and Illy's rambling about exorcisms, or to his dad's stupid lecture before they shipped off to this demon-infested country. At least he had the chronokinesis. Did he have that? He knew of one demon who wasn't affected, and that didn't exactly bode well for them.

It was like this that he burst through the door to the basement calling Pari's name, in a frenzy and armed with trinkets he didn't even begin to know what to do with. "Pari?" He called down to the darkness. "Are you still down here?"