Vincencio was struggling with his balance because of the ground, and Skylar was not doing great at encouraging him. She was laughing as if it were an entertainment.
"Wifey, stop laughing at my comedic stunts or I'll drop you before you know it," Vincencio whined grumpily while thinking of a way to get off the moving ground.
"That's harsh, Hubby." With a fake gasp, she teased sarcastically, making him frown. "You're willing to drop your wife? How manly of you."
"Yeah, I'll drop her if she's not cooperative at the moment." He refuted, but Skylar found it adorable and kissed his cheek. Vincencio might be annoyed by the situation, but a simple kiss from his wife, obviously caught off guard. He blushed and stuttered while balancing before muttering, "Ahm...w-when...ahm...t-this s-stop?"
"Maybe if we manage to get out of here." She replied teasingly, making him frown in disbelief, stopping his movement but maintaining his balance.
"I don't think it's letting us leave." He corrected, sighing as he let the ground move on its own, trying to trip his footing in the process, but it's not happening.
Vincencio began looking around, trying to find a way to leave the moving ground or any switch that could turn it off. However, that was impossible. There was no switch or lever to pull them out of the moving ground, not until he noticed the ceiling. It was not moving or affected by the magical energy from the ground. Skylar noticed the way her husband was looking around from the ceiling back to her.
"Hubby, I don't like what you're attempting to do," Skylar warned sternly, but Vincencio was not listening. He was calculating instead. "Hubby, I'm warning you."
"Brace yourself." Vincencio signaled, making Skylar's eyes go wide, and before she could ever react, he tossed her up without second thought.
"HUBBY!" She yelped and grabbed the small chandelier at the center, groaning in annoyance, shouting at him, "HUBBY, THAT'S INAPPROPRIATE!"
"JUST PAYING BACK!" He shouted back, trying to move against the moving ground before stepping to the grave, paying a little respect, "Excuse me."
Skylar watched him do his acrobatic stunts while she checked the mausoleum one more time. She tried to find the reason why the ground was moving until Vincencio jumped, and like on cue, her grip loosened up. Vincencio noticed it and caught his wife in the process, ensuring they would fall out of the mausoleum. When they did, Vincencio made a follow-through gesture, so their landing would be less painful while he ensures that his wife was better than his.
"Are you okay?" Vincencio asked carefully as he pulled and checked his wife's face, ensuring no harm was done to her.
"I'm fine. I had a nice cushion." Skylar replied teasingly as she sat on his lap before looking at the mausoleum, where the ground finally calmed down. "My mom really loves to put ending tricks to kick anyone out."
"Just like you." He chuckled amusingly, sitting up before pecking her lips, but he suddenly jolted, cold. "Why is the temperature suddenly dropping?"
Hearing that, Skylar looked around the mausoleum's perimeter and gasped. She clearly saw something that she wasn't sure if Vincencio would dare to listen to it without being a jumpy scaredy cat. She was slightly tense, and Vincencio didn't like it. He got worried.
"Wifey, what is it? What do you see?" He asked worriedly, making Skylar look at him before sighing. "Tell me, I'll listen."
"It's not how you would listen or not, but are you sure?" she answered carefully, but still skeptical whether to tell him or not.
"Hm, yeah, try me." He answered, curious what his wife saw.
"Wandering souls." She answered, staring and waiting for Vincencio's reaction.
"Wandering souls..." he repeated, sounding disbelieving, making Skylar nod before he added, asking, "Are you sure, or are you just trying to scare me?"
"Why would I?" She asked, glaring at him.
"Hm, to see my adorable reaction?" He responded, knowing his wife too well when it came to teasing him, but Skylar glared deeply.
"You don't believe me? Fine." She said coldly and got off his lap, dusting herself before speaking sternly, "I'll give you something that would scare you."
"Wifey..." He tried to say something, defend himself, but Skylar was not listening.
"There are twenty or fifty wandering souls roaming around here." Skylar started speaking what she was seeing through her Souls' Mutualist eye. And before Vincencio could open his mouth and say something, she continued, detailing everything, "From where we are at three to four o'clock, they were pacing endlessly like they were searching for her heads, arms, legs, or hearts that had gone missing. Then, from five to six, another set of souls passed at each other with decaying looks. Hm, they were like melting wax, you know, eyes were hanging off, tongue went long, and some were falling apart or dragging parts that had fallen already."
"Wifey..." Vincencio tried to cut his wife off from detailing what she could see around them.
"Oh, at six-quarter to eight, some souls were hitting each other like they were reacting the way they had passed. You know, stabbing, beheading, dissecting, or even shooting each other with bloody effect splattering around before redoing it again, like in a loop. Then from eight-forty to nine-quarter...whoa, that's...eww...disgusting..." She continued, ignoring her husband's quivering voice beside her or the tug that he did on her sleeves. She just kept adding, looking at every angle where the souls wandered around the perimeter. "...that's butchering from limb to limb. Err, yak. Imagine how butchers drained blood from dead bodies, chopping them into equal parts, carefully skinning, and removing flesh from the bones. They separated everything with delicate hands. Oh, what made these butchers creepier was their mask stitches on their faces, and their bodies were made with different body parts. In short, they were the creepiest version of Frankenstein."
The way Skylar detailed them, she made it sound like it was a normal scene to her; however, to Vincencio, it was another scene that he rarely encountered during his night job as the Night Hound.
"WIFEY!" He snapped, grabbing her shoulders to face him, and caught her attention. He could not take the detail that Skylar was sharing with him. He could imagine them clearly and stopped her before he could dream them later, saying softly, "Enough, I get it."
"But there is a lot to tell..." She said innocently, desiring to continue because, to her sight, they are still plenty that were still left unsaid.
"Wifey, enough, it's okay. I get it, already. You don't need to describe them in detail. I heard it enough, and I believe you. I believe that you can see them clearly." He said softly, assuring he heard her, before stopping her, pleading, "So, it's enough."
"But..." She tried to say more, but Vincencio pecked her lips, cutting her off from speaking.
"Wifey, I get it." He said softly, smiling hopefully that she would stop before admitting the effect it does to him, "I'm already trembling, so please, no more description of how they look or what they were doing. I get it. Totally. Crystal clear."
"Really? You believe me now?" She asked for assurance.
"Y-yeah," He answered, a little skeptical of his wife's amused tone. Then there it goes, Skylar's sinister grin, adding a shiver down his spine.
"Great, because if you weren't, I'll continue to describe the rest even if you try to stop me." She grinned mischievously.
"Wifey." He warned, shaking his head.
"Just saying, because there are more than fifty wandering souls around here, which may be because it's an abandoned property." She clarified, chuckling a little before adding a fact, "Wandering souls love quiet places."
"But why here? I mean, there are other places to haunt around, but why here?" He wondered, making Skylar look around the mausoleum's perimeter.
"Wandering souls stayed in any quiet places, regardless of whether it's a building, house, street, or just an empty lot. They were just drifting in with old cycle, but if you're thinking about literally haunting, then maybe it had something to do with the incident that caused their deaths, making them restless spirits." She answered sternly, making her crouch down, and touched the earthly ground
"I asked because Sophia was a blood curse ability like yours...you know, magic..." He admitted while guarding his wife from anything that might appear before them.
"I don't think you're asking because of it." She said coldly, sensing something else mixed up in the ground, but could not name it.
"What do you mean?" He asked, making Skylar flick his temple, and he frowned. "What's that for?"
"You're my Mutualist Protector, and your ability to be my pillar is kicking in." She reminded him, giggling a little.
"Oh, I almost forgot that because I always move protectively around you." He admitted, smiling.
"But the way you ask things sounded to me like you're sensing something else that I'm not wary about." She briefed, looking around the perimeter but not focusing on the wandering souls this time. She was checking the movement of the energies around them.
"Then how can we confirm them?" He asked, feeling the air brushing around them, making him tense up a little. He stood closer to Skylar before whispering, "If I shift, don't stop me. I don't like the air coming from our nine."
"Threatening or not?" She thought privately through telepathy.
'Not sure, but be on guard.'
"Noted." She responded, continuing what she was doing: searching for a certain energy that locked the wandering spirits in the area.
Skylar squinted her eyes, letting her right eye spark with flame, and scanned the area where she found a little uneven spark flowing among the wandering souls' energies. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was one thing she was certain: it was a nasty flow, and it could be a fragment of something big.
"Hubby, don't shift until it shows." She said firmly through their telepathy. She suddenly got wary.
'Meaning?'
"Whatever it is, it is observing us by how it blends among the others." She answered instantly, growing wary about a certain flow among the wandering spirits' energies around them.
'Alright, just tell me when.'
"Good. Let's head back inside the mausoleum to get ready." She said calmly, turning her heels, heading back to the mausoleum where they had just gotten out earlier. Vincencio frowned, skeptical about going back inside, but followed her.
'Are we even allowed to go back?'
"Don't worry, they already gave us permission, but I'm not sure about those butchers." She assured, but worried about those butchers' souls. She felt something odd around them before adding, "They shouldn't be around here - with them."
Vincencio entwined his hand with Skylar as they walked guarded back to the mausoleum.
'What do you mean about that?'
"I'm not sure what they were - I mean, yes, they were wandering souls, but they were a kind of souls you don't want to mess with." Skylar responded telepathically before adding sternly, "They were dangerous souls that I could not figure out why they were here in the first place."
'Then we have to stict together to cautious.'
"Exactly but I'm bothered with something else too." She agreed but her mind still wondering about something, "Do they have connection with that faint energy?"
'Tell me, Wifey, what is it?'
"I'll tell you once I confirmed it. I just have to..." She replied but suddenly trailed off, making her stopped walking with Vincencio. She was sensing something bad, dangerous coming to their way but at the same time, the feeling was just eerie, and not attempting to hurt them or something. "...that's odd."
"Wifey, is there something wrong?" He asked carefully, trying to read her mind, "Wifey?"
"I'm sorry. Let's just get inside." She said calmly, smiling slightly but responding telepathically, "The butchers seems like sensed something different flowing around the area. They were alarmed, and I'm not sure if it is us or the odd energy that I'm bothered with."