Hopelesly devoted to you (Crossmare)

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With a sigh, Fell put the last plate back on its spot in the cupboard. After hours of cleaning the kitchen islands, throwing away the less than savoury food made by some of the recruits and washing all the dishes and cooking utensils, the kitchen was finally looking like it had before the test; prim and proper.

And empty.

Even after all those hours Horror had not returned to the kitchen and it worried Fell a great deal. She in no way held his absence against him. The words, although not pointed at her, made her furious. Horror was a big scary guy to anyone who first laid their eyes on him but he was a real sweetheart. He did not deserve such hate, especially from a new recruit that didn't know him or what he stood for. No one could react positively to such accusations and the look on Horror's face before he ran off was soul crushing to put it mildly. He had tried for so long for people to see him in a different light.

The words thrown at him also made her worried. Horror would've returned by that point if they weren't so harsh and with the intensity that he had fled, it wasn't likely he would be hiding in his room. She would still check of course, but didn't have high expectations.

Glancing once more over the clean kitchen, Fell flicked the light switch, shrouding the room in darkness as she made her exit towards the elevator. The halls were pretty deserted, most of the castle's occupants having gone to the dining hall for dinner or having gone to bed already. She would join the others later, though if she had to guess Cross would still be assisting the king with his duties at that hour and Killer would be the gods know where doing the gods know what.

With a press on the button the elevator doors opened up for her, welcoming her in with a musty smell, it operating for a number of decades well beyond her age. It was a miracle everything in the castle still worked so well. The building itself must've been a couple eons old at least. No one really knew..except the boss, but she was not gonna risk her life annoying him with questions about some old dungy castle. Cross though, she could annoy with her questions and requests to add some flowers to the elevator's insides so she wouldn't have to pinch her nose closed everytime she used it.

Fell leaned against the wall as the device brought her to her desired destination, the dorms. As soon as the doors opened she got out of the elevator, taking a deep breath of semi-fresh semi-old carpet air. With a cough she carried on to the terror's dorms. She passed many a sleeping quarters before finally arriving at Horror's and Killer's room. Before trying to knock she tried to listen if she could hear anything at all. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard the unmistakable sound of snoring. Maybe Horror had returned to his room after all and had simply fallen asleep. With newfound hope she swung the door open only to find that the source of the snoring was in fact Killer, taking a nap in a most unceremonious position. One leg was upright against the wall while half of his body dangled from the bed, yet the other remained asleep. Fell shook her head, quietly leaving Killer to his important napping business.

With newfound certainty that Horror had indeed left the castle and most likely their realm, there was only one thing to do. With a small groan she set out to find Cross. She didn't have to look far. He was talking to some housekeepers to make sure there would be enough fresh linen for the new recruits. Quickening her step she called for him. "Cross?"

The captain looked up at the mention of his name. "Fell, what's up?" She pulled a small face. "Well uhm, we have a small problem." Cross gave her a frown, dismissing the housekeepers as he turned to face Fell completely. "What's going on?" Fell sighed. "The cooking test was today and the Neutral he..he said some really bad things about Horror in front of everyone." Cross's frown deepened at the mention of the neutral and even more at the notion that he had insulted one of his friends. "What sort of things?" Fell sighed and simply leaned forward to whisper them in his ear, not being able to repeat such words out loud.