Okay. There's multiple ways to pass through a door.
Most people open it. They go in front of the door, push it open. Laugh a bit when they realize it's actually a pulling door, look left and right to make sure nobody saw them do a mistake, and THEN they pull the door open to go inside and do...whatever the fuck they need to do.
That's most people experience with doors.
My experience is a bit different.
"Don't saaaay that, sweetheart, please I'm sure we could-"-I pull away from the couches to avoid hearing a prostitute hype up a random guy and drain his money, wait....stopping mid step, I turn around to look at the dozen of so people that are in comfy seats.
The fireplace is behind me. I can feel the warmth hitting my back, and I can also see my opportunity building up.
I mime an evil laugh. Without exactly moving, or doing any kind of sounds. Because even if around me, I can feel it, my magic in the air.
Dripping in the ceiling and the ground and the walls and the couches and the seats and the shirts and the pants and the skins and the noses and the eyes and the brains, especially the brains, the back of their brains, occipital lobe. Responsible for vision. My previous world knowledge finally coming into play.
Even if I can feel all of this through my sixth sense. And even if I'm pretty confident about the fact that they won't find me, because of how violent my illusion is -I feel like staying all night preparing the terrain was a great idea, tiredness notwithstanding- I STILL don't want to risk to breaking by doing sounds.
Especially when the bear is around.
Blinking and looking up. At the exit, I realize something. I don't think the bear is here. Last time I saw him it was to leave, may come back with a girl soon.
But for now he's not here.
However.
There's still guards. And staffs. And my crossbow is only loaded with a single bolt.
Comfy in my hands btw, I may use it as my new sleeping doll, compared to most plushies, it's not really plush. it's made of wood and death, but my previous sleeping toy was a kunai so...
Great sleeping toy-! I force my eyes open. I need to stop thinking about sleep, I'm too tired for this bullshit and I'm staring to think about sleeping toys for fuck sake.
Focus. Don't make sounds, I can't make sounds.
And those doors?
I slide around the couches to look at the only doors that exist. All closed. The exit/entrance doesn't count.
They're big.
And there are customers in the room, may notice a door being opened by a ghost.
The real problem is the staff though.
A staff that's -I slide forward-again-again, until I'm in front of the staff- NOW in front of me.
They're in front of the double doors on the right wall.
There's the grey haired woman. And another guy staff, who's pretty short for a man, almost the height of the old woman, and I feel like I could jump on his head and bite into his throat like a rabid dog if push comes to shove because of how small he is.
Still.
It won't go that far!
I'll never use my teeth when I can use a kunai after all!
In any case. The two staffs are talking. Well. Talking is a big word.
The old woman is leaning on the door, they're huge, so she's not locking the opening, the small man with short hair is standing with his arms crossed close to her.
He's looking at her. She's looking at the customers chilling in the couches.
And she would definetly notice if I tried to open any doors that exist. Which is annoying. That limits my choice. A lot.
"And?"
She sounds annoyed too. But I think I'm more annoyed than her because I lack sleep.
The man answers her, completely unaware of my spying. Courtesy of my magic that's soaking the back of his brain like a soggy piece of bread.
"And-and, well" The man tsk his tongue before raising a hand in annoyance "What am I supposed to do about it?" His hand comes back to get crossed over his chest.
The woman sighs. Loudly. And I slide back, fearing that she'll leave or something and bump into me.
Fortunately. She doesn't move.
"Your job. Is to go out. Ta-!"
"I know what my job is"
The old woman gives the man a look that reminds me of my mom, not my current one, my mom, the one from earth.
"Then. Go do it"
Go do whaaaat? Do whaaaaat? Can you tell me? Is it related to opening a door perchance? Because I would LOVE to baki walk behind him if he opens a door, I'm really good at hiding behind people, it's like my secret technique!
The man shrugs at her. "I mean, I'll go-" The woman mumble something that sounds like "good riddance" under her breath, the man ignores it to continue "-I just don't get why we're doing all that! It's been a month already, I thin-!"
"Oh for the sage sake!" The old woman takes a big step toward him, her hips locked up with arthritis, doesn't stop her from grabbing a hold of his collar and pulling him down with her skinny hand covered in wrinkles "Listen here you little shit!"
The old woman puts up a smile as potato man turns his head around with frankly good instincts. She pulls the short man closer, put her arm around his shoulder, and keep a customer service smile as she insults his entire fucking bloodline "I don't care how long you've been here, or what kind of life your mother lived, I probably know her more than you ever did, I don't care that it's been a month, or two, or five. Today, I can't deal with your bullshit"
Her hands come up to pinch his ear but she stops and keep smiling instead, remembering where she is.
"Today. We can't. So move your young ass out of here, and do your job, when you're done, don't come bac-!" "-But where do I put i-!" "-Deal with it you blabbermouth! Now, don't come back today, at ALL, or I'm gonna blabber everything to Youta."
The man sighs, pulls back from her and talk in a smaller tone than before "Fuckin snitch"
"Yeah yeah" her gnarly hand comes up to push his shoulder toward a doo-!
YES YES GIVE ME A DOOR!
She pushes him toward the...open exit.
Fuck.
"Think what you want blabbermouth, but don't come back today"
He turns around and I take some steps back to make sure he doesn't run into me as he turns around and face me with his back, face her with his front "Can't even tell me w-!"
"Not today blabber mouth, not today" She shoos him away and quickly turn around to smile and wave at a customer who's holding a fair skinned brown haired woman under his arm.
Well...shit.
The man sighs and drop his shoulders in dissapointment before turning away and passing me. To do...just that.
He goes toward the open exit I entered some minutes ago, to...do a job? With a depressive tilt in his steps.
Just like my slides, because to be honest, I'm feeling kind of depressive now too. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ADVANCE NOW! DO I NEED TO CAMP FOR HOURS AGAIN UNTIL SOMEONE OPENS A DOOR!
FUUUUCK IT!
Maybe I should just follow him? There must be windows around right? Maybe I can go from there? A kitchen needs ventilation after all.
The man goes outside. Say goodbye to the guards that answer him with a goodbye too, and I now have two seconds to choose.
Wait?
Or follow him?