Integra makes a brief missive through her CiD to the Hellsing channel, informing the central command that they're off to do this - in the event they never return or become trapped, it's prudent someone know where they are - and then puts the device away and reaches out to open the door.
Inside, there's a room not unlike the one they're already in; abandoned, unkempt, though ant-free. She steps inside and looks around, slow and careful. "I can't even see any spellmarks," she observes. No engraved words, no chalk or blood marks. She holds the handle up to the doorframe, checking closer.
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Integra makes a brief missive through her CiD to the Hellsing channel, informing the central command that they're off to do this - in the event they never return or become trapped, it's prudent someone know where they are - and then puts the device away and reaches out to open the door.
Inside, there's a room not unlike the one they're already in; abandoned, unkempt, though ant-free. She steps inside and looks around, slow and careful. "I can't even see any spellmarks," she observes. No engraved words, no chalk or blood marks. She holds the handle up to the doorframe, checking closer.