Amadeus shakes slightly as he sips something amber and alcoholic; he really doesn't taste it. "Agreed. I think the archeology aspect is key." He starts at shadows and jumps if anyone moves suddenly.
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Amadeus nods at Cora's assessment. "Drinking seems prudent when confronted with the end of the world."
Amadeus pulls himself from the ground, still shaking and bleeding from the nose. "Home? If that thing can see us wherever we are, how is home safe?"
Amadeus collapses to his knees, his mouth just working without any sound coming out.
"Mighty one! Forgive the intrusion, but we seek the thing with many Mouths, or knowledge of how it has come into our world and how to eject it!" AMadeus screams in pain as the words rip from him.
Amadeus looks down at his hand, shaking with worry. The old woman was dying, he told himself, just a matter of time. Holding the pillow over her face as she struggled hadn't even been hard, just ... well, it was hard to watch the legs shake, the hands stop slapping at him, the moans fade to nothing. But physically? Like leaning over. And now he was wealthy. Well, not wealthy, exactly, but well off. Better than he was. He could use the money to buy an apartment, a wardrobe, a new life. And all it took was one dead woman who was going to die in a few years anyway. What had he really done wrong? Except. He knew, deep in his soul, what he had done wrong. He had killed a human being. He had knowingly smothered her to death. But he could live with that. Couldn't he?
Despite the flood of memories, his and others, Amadeus seems to gather himself.
"What the hell? Those aren't OUR STARS!" Amadeus murmurs in a rising panicked voice.
Amadeus remembers he brought a gun and shakingly draws it. He barely gets it up before it goes off!
"WHAT the HOLy HELL is going on?!?" Amadeus sees the arrow hit Evelyn and rushes toward her, his hands outstretched.
Amadeus' jaw drops wide open. For a moment he just stares. Then he eases back, creeping slowly back to the others. "We.. traveled... through... TIME. There are Mayans out there, SACRIFICING PEOPLE. We are strangers in a strange land, my friends." He speaks with an artificially calm voice, but his hands are shaking violently.
Amadeus moves to the nearest slit and peers outside.
Amadeus sets his shoulders and straightens his back. He pulls his head high and grabs the manual from whoever had it. "That two-bit hack that blew his brains out is a fool, unfit for the Higher Mysteries. I have gazed into the depths of the darkness and I won't allow anyone to tarnish my reputation with cries of cowardice. Let's finish this damnable business, so I get back to massages and the worship I so richly deserve." His head held high, he stalks into the observatory like a prince.
Amadeus takes several deep breaths, but looks no closer to being calm than before. "We may find his methods distasteful, Joseph, but we may decide he was right before this is over. These things... they do not lend themselves to a healthy long life." But he at least looks quieter.
Amadeus begins to shake. "Because.. he knew what awaited him out here and death was better... Think about that! Think about death BEING PREFERABLE TO BEING HERE, WOMAN!"
"Chacmool. Only.. reversed?" Amadeus mutters to himself, while looking at the altar.
"We should go down. Deep, deeper, deepest. Best to go in, only way." Amadeus sounds hollow and a little distant.
"GHOSTS DON'T EXIST, WOMAN. I SHOULD KNOW." Amadeus looks like he's about one weird event away from breaking something in his mind. Hearing Cora's encouragement, he takes a deep breath and seems to draw himself back to something resembling together. "I'm fine. Fine, just fine. Another lovely day in the woods. No problem."
"GHOSTS AREN'T REAL, FREDDY. I AM A FRAUD I SHOULD KNOW. ALL BUNK. THEY DON'T FIRE ARROWS BECAUSE THEY AREN'T REAL, FREDDY." Amadeus looks like his eyes might propel bodily from his head.
Amadeus' mouth moves, but for once, nothing comes out. Finally after a few moments he spits out "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT."
"What madness is this?!? Hollywood trickery?" Amadeus cries out.
"This place. It's... it's full of death and hateful death at that. Is that really Joseph? or is this place trying to fool us?" His eyes dart side to side as he looks around with horror at the place.
"Because they know something in here will get us for them." Amadeus states in a deadpan, his hands shaking and his eyes looking wildly around.
"This was no city." Amadeus mutters. "This was a ritual site only, meant for a select few to live and work."
Amadeus screams like a screaming little girl holding another screaming little girl and runs full blast toward the ruins.
Amadeus lets out a yelp as Evie shouts. He runs, half bent over, hands over his head, toward the nearest cover!
"Don't know, but this place gives me the shivers."
"Where's the guide? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GUIDE?" Amadeus asks when you get back, looking increasingly spooked.
"Guys? Guys? ...Anyone?" Amadeus eyes the jungles with a wary eye, not at all sure he's made a solid life choice here.
"Why only remove the thing they worshipped?" Amadeus asks, then looks around nervously. He's seen far too much to be trusting of missing idols and sacrifice.
Amadeus complains. A lot.
"Who would have looted a truck out here? Bandits? Natives?" He tries to remember how friendly the natives are...
Amadeus adds some choice bits, usually involving himself in the most flattering light possible.
Amadeus nods to Freddy. "Indeed, I have heard the calls of the dead and they cry for Chichen Xoxul. Alas, but I have no choice but to follow; the dead do not sleep and will not allow me the same refuge."
Amadeus nods and follows Fransisco to dinner. He requests a glass of white wine as he eats and continues the conversation. "Surely Chichen Xoxul was once something more, a greater city than it is now. Perhaps an archaeological investigation is in order?"
"Indeed. The idea of the 'forbidden, lost city' is appealing to me. And the spirits have whispered this name to me of late." Amadeus looks mysterious as best he can.
"I would, of course, be happy to contact the spirit world on your behalf. Though I caution you, as I caution all my seekers, that the spirit world is a fickle mistress, prone to ignoring the world of the living unless compelled by a skilled medium or a higher power. I am but a student in the art of the medium, though I have talent and skill. I cannot guarantee success."
"It is not that I enjoy the spotlight, dear Mr. Elliot, but that the spotlight finds me no matter how I try to hide. There is a magnetism that I possess that is animal." Amadeus nods, imperiously, as if this is his burden to bear.
Amadeus has wrapped his head in his best silken turban and bathed until his skin shines. He assumes an imperious yet bored look as he arrives. "Pray tell your master that Amadeus Ra, Seer of Seers, Prophet and Prognosticator, has arrived."
Amadeus nods regally. "Pray have Senor de la Vega send a car to my hotel. My comrades and I shall be honored to be his guests. I shall entice the spirits to join us as well!"
Amadeus pulls himself to his full height and strikes an imperious look. "Indeed, I am he that the spirits call Amadeus Ra, seer and prognosticator of the heavens!"
Amadeus is feeling tired and increasingly irritable as this adventure turns out to be more work than he is used to. He grumbles a lot and sulks, muttering to himself. When Evelyn heads to the library, he decides to check the little bookstores for any signs of this 'Chichen Xoxul' or 'Golxumal', checking there and in any occultish spots he might find.
"I agree. This jungle site seems like it holds answers. Oh, I wish Anatoly was still alive. He would be useful to us, I believe. But we must go without him." Amadeus scratches thoughtfully at the wounds where the birds scratched him, distracted.
"BIRDS! G*#&&#NED F%CKING BIRDS, MAN!"
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