#☆ ───── CYRUS ( STARTER CALL )

[jundlcndwastes]

☆ ───── starter call for cyrus. predominantly a star wars oc with verses available for the walking dead, sons of anarchy, star trek, and more! like for a starter from him and if you're a multi, let me know which muse you'd like one for.

[tapuhauko]

@aelirus // Closed starter ;

When Hau comes to fully, he's not sure where he is. His vision's blurry for a moment as he tries to scan the surroundings. It's dark in here, anyway. On the way to wherever this was, he saw some scenery and heard some voices. They were fleeting moments, though. The Ex-Kahuna groans. His head is pounding. His ears are still ringing. He's... not feeling too good. Hau tries to move his hands to his head, but they don't reach. "..."

Fucker tied his hands and feet together. Yeah, he now remembers what happened.

Ugh. This sucks. At least his mom managed to call gramps. They'd come for him... All he needs is time.

If only he could move his hands, he could try and heal his injuries... It'd tire him out, but it'd be better than nothing. Then it hits him. He's not alone in here. Cyrus is observing him, it seems. Good thing he didn't attempt to move yet. Might be better to keep some tricks up his sleeve. Besides, moving would kinda suck right now anyway. "Where did you take me?" Right to the point. Dear Tapu he's sweating bullets right now. He's shivering. Something feels off inside of him.

[kob131]

Lily Orchard and Pokemon: Gen 4

Yay, we get to hear Lily bitch more from now on.

"Gen 4 runs like shit because the game is trying to process 3D graphics all the time, like with battle transitions, health bars and movement!"

Then how the fuck do you explain Platinum, which ended up fixing all these issues then?

"Also I'm modding the game to remove the FPS cap and give myself a Ralts as the starter-"

W-w-wait, what?!

Why the fuck are you modding the games...in a retrospective all about looking back at the games as they hold up? Your complaints and footage WON'T line up, thus weakening your arguments!

Also, I don't give a fuck about how much you like Gardevoir. Ralts doesn't get an attacking move until Level 6. Starters start at Level 5. And Ralts is INTENTIONALLY weak to compensate for how strong it is fully evolved. Modding in a Ralts WILL affect your gameplay because the games aren't built for that.

For fuck's sake- USE A DIFFERENT TEAM!

"I encourage Barry to try and jump over the grass because I wanna see him get mauled by a Bidoof-"

Wait a minute. Was-was that fucking Peanut Butter from Pokemon Rusty?

...Oh great, Lily Orchard is probably taking her takes from Dorkly. That explains a lot.

"Well Ralts doesn't get an attacking move so I 'threw the match-'"

Sounding pretty salty there, Lily. Maybe you should try diversifying your teams and actually ENGAGE with the Pokemon by using a damn starter.

"I'm getting stopped all this time like a small child in a brony conve-"

I will call Taka in here to maul you, Lily. You were kicked out, deal with it.

"Uh oh! My Ralts is worse than a Magikarp! Whoopsie!"

Keep this in mind. It will be important later.

"Oh no! It takes a whole minute and ten seconds for me to get through an encounter with Team Galactic! TOO LONG!"

Speaking as someone who has played every Gen of Pokemon...as well as playing a few games with Pokemon's older, edgy brother SMT- You are making mountains out of mole hills Lily.

Games, especially RPGs given how they don't tend to be very interactive games, tell stories to stimulate the player's brain. This requires time, Lily. I know that you like being lulled into a silent stupor as evidenced by your love of Team Aqua/Magma and later Lysandre (No I am not joking) but most ACTUAL people like having some kind of engagement with the game. Pokemon, even at it's most verbose, is fucking SMALL POTATOES compared to your usual JRPG.

I brought up SMT for a reason Lily- that series compensates for having a less engaging battle system than Pokemon's by having a more robust story. If you played any SMT, even one like Nocturne- your brain would likely shut down.

JRPGs like having stories. You signed up for this with Pokemon. Now judge it accordingly.

"People gas up Cyrus as one of the best villains-!"

No they don't. They gas TEAM GALACTIC as one of the best villains because they fuck with the fundamental forces of existence, giving them an air of a series threat. I don't agree, I like Cyrus for being the only one with a reason for doing what he's doing. But people usually like him for the stuff OUTSIDE his home game.

"Reading Pokemon stories is just like watching subbed anime: reading the most inane bullshit!"

... Lily, you hate anything anime, don't you?

"Sinnoh ugly because grey and mud and forest gross!"

... 1- Lily, you literally show a grey tiled route being dyed orange in evening light.

2- Yes Lily. Mountainious regions and marshlands have mud and rocks.

And 3- The forest looks dark and damp because that's a fucking FOREST. If you paid attention the BGM in the previous forests, you'd notice that is what the developers intend the forest areas to be like. You basically just said ''the previous three gens completely failed at their jobs!'

*Lily proceeds to have a fake existential nightmare about Pokemon and Youtube*

Cool Lily. Too bad you mention these minor things and not...you know...the strewn path of broken lives you've left in your wake on this planet.

Could have had some kind of respect for you.

"Pokemon games hold your hand like a creepy uncle with a MLP collec-"

@takashi0 get in here! Lily's being an ass about bronies again!

"Oh my god! So many forced tutorials! Why won't they let me skip everything like the Underground tutorial! POKEMON BAD!"

Lily, the reason why the game won't let you skip the Bike is because you NEED it to progress the game and it gives you an improved movement option. It also won't let you skip the Egg tutorial because Pokemon breeding is necessary for getting certain Pokemon or helping you get certain Pokemon (like multiple starters). And this is why you can't skip the catching tutorial: you'd just be throwing Pokeballs at random and failing constantly.

These are necessary aspects of the game. A game for kids who may have never played a Pokemon game before. Deal with it.

"I don't know why I'm here, I just keep ignoring the dialogue."

So you talk about the story being ass...while acknowledging that you aren't paying attention to said story...

Like, I know that Lily is implying she's long since gone through the game and experienced the story, hates it and is now skipping over it but you are now making a retrospective of the games. Now would be a good time to pay attention and possible reconsider your stance.

"HMs are so cool! You can use your Pokemon to transverse the region! People are so dumb for bitching about them. You have 24 moveslots, just set aside some and forget coverage, dumbbnuts!"

So what you're saying is that we should have random required HMs in Pokemon Gyms to challenge them properly? You know, like Chuck's Gym? That you couldn't complete without backtracking?

Or that maybe we should have moves like Cut, Rock Smash, Flash, Whirlpool and Defog (which you basically call useless) be necessary! After all, who cares about player expression? It's just 20.8% of your moveslots!

... This is why you use your BRAIN Lily.

"You need to adapt to roadblocks, you useless clowns!"

Remember this, it will be important later.

"Archie and Maxie were charmingly stupid but Cyrus is completely crazy!"

A- That's intentional with Cyrus and UNINTENTIONAL with your favs.

And B- You outright emphasized that they were gonna blow up a volcano to try and expand water/land for Pokemon. How is THAT not crazy?

"Barry demands yet ANOTHER Battle-"

It's the fourth fucking battle Lily. Just because you cut yourself anytime a rival shows up doesn't make it excessive.

"*another 'cobs bad' joke*-"

Yeah yeah, you want cops gone because your abuse victims keep calling them on you and you have a bad experience with them.

Move on.

"Hey I'm not a cop, it's not unethical if I go on a rampage-"

You REALLY don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?

"Cyrus can no be cult leader, HE HAVE NO MOTIVE OR PESONALLITY!"

...

"Fellow members of Team Galactic! Hear me! My name, as I appear to you today, is Cyrus. This world of ours is a crude one. In a word, it is incomplete. It has been, and always will be, a struggle to survive in this world. We humans and Pokémon are likewise incomplete. Because we are all so lacking, we fight, we maim... It is ugly. I hate the incompleteness. That we are all incomplete, I hate it with my entire body and being. The world should be complete. The world must change. Then, who will change it? Me, Cyrus. And Team Galactic. Yes, all of you. Together we pored over myths and exposed their secrets. Together we captured legendary Pokémon. And now, Team Galactic has obtained the energy to change the world! The power of dreams is within our grasp! Understand it, fellow members! My long-held dreamworld is on the verge of becoming reality. All those headed to Mt. Coronet, and those who remain here... Though our missions may differ, our hearts beat as one. Let there be glory for Team Galactic!"

-

"But, I must say... You are a remarkable specimen. Those Pokémon have nothing to do with you, do they? But still you come to rescue them out of pity? Such pitifully useless emotions... It's illogical and irrational. Pity and compassion are products of the weak and faulty human heart. You were compelled to come here by such vacuous sentimentality! I will make you regret paying heed to your heart!"

Perhaps pay attention to the fucking dialogue, Lily. Because these are pretty blunt and obvious examples. Cyrus appeals to people feeling that the world is harsh and unfair, promising them a bright tomorrow if they listen to him. Then he explains how he believes emotions have caused these problems so he wishes to erase them.

"Oh really Looker? You think I'm so dumb that-"

Lily, you just got done humiliating yourself by being outsmarted by a children's game and will continue that streak throughout this video.

Yes, you are that dumb.

"Cyrus has double the dialogue Maxie and Archie have in these games but it is so stilted and devoid of personality! Archie and Maxie are SOO much better by being stupid and trying to better the world-!"

Lily, those guys were not intended on being stupid. They were intended to be well intentioned extremists. They seem stupid because the games made their acts so dumb that the intentions are overshadowed by their stupidity.

Cyrus does more than try to be evil, you can tell from comparing his dialogue to Giovanni's-

"Blast it all! You ruined our plans for Silph! But Team Rocket will never fall! <Player>, never forget that all Pokémon exist for Team Rocket! I must go, but I shall return!"

And his so-called 'stilted' dialogue would probably fit a man who is OPENLY TRYING TO RID THE WORLD OF EMOTION. If your assessment is correct- that would be good writing.

Archie and Maxie are badly written. You are praising bad writing over good writing.

"Platnium has gotten away from the feeling of adventure that makes Pokemon good-"

You know what helps with a sense of adventure Lily?

A story. Something to give structure and stimulation to the player.

You praised one of the dullest games in the series in Emerald and are going to praise THE dullest game in the series. All while demonizing the games that actually stimulate.

You're full of shit.

[fullmoonsky]

who: closed starter with Fergal @trucgrit where: station thirteen

Truthfully, Cyrus had been somewhat avoiding Fergal since his start at station thirteen. As much as he could manage to avoid his boss, anyway. It was nothing that either of them had done, really. But when Cyrus had left the witch behind in Ireland all those hundred-something years ago, that was where he suspected he would stay. In the past. A lot of time had gone by. It wasn't as if the reaper held a torch for him still. But...it was strange seeing him after all these years. Changed and physically older than Cyrus had left him. Especially when the reaper's own face remained unchanged by time.

He'd returned from a call, pulling his charts together in the workroom when he noticed he was not alone. If there was one thing Cyrus could sniff out, it was death. He knew the feel of it. And too often, his body alerted him to the before. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his head lifting to see Fergal had entered the space. He cleared his throat once he realized he had been staring. "Ah...hey, boss. I'm going to head out once I finish up these charts here. Unless...you need me to hang around?"

[ruler-of-oz]

@musesreunite asked for a starter (Cyrus)

One would think being the 'prophecized Queen of All Oz' meant that Ozma got to do as she liked. But no. She felt more trapped now then she had been in that mirror; though, to be fair, the mirror had been temporary. A way to hide her away from the witch hunters. Ensure that she would be safe.

This...this was never ending. Ripped away from Kiamo Ko. Taken to the Emerald City. Forced to celebrate the destruction of...

She had to get out of there. And so, while Glinda was busy vetting the delegation from Munchkinland, Ozma grabbed an old, worn cloak and snuck out the back. Down the spiral staircase and out into the gardens. From there it was easy to let herself out into the city proper.

Being out in the city didn't exactly spare her the celebrations. The people cheering her mother's demise. Not that anyone knew the so called Wicked Witch of the West was her mother. That had to remain a secret. Glinda had been firm about that. But out here, she could blend in. Disappear. Not be forced to smile and act like...

Like she wanted any of this.

Making her way through the crowd, she didn't notice the boy. Until she was barrelling into him...

[the-haunted-office]

So many of my muses feel like husks of their former selves, it's almost kind of sad.

Doomsday used to be so much more lively and antagonistic and just... chaotic and all over the place. But now she keeps mostly to herself, for the most part she's stopped going into people's inboxes just to annoy them or pop in to criticize them for this or that.

Cyrus doesn't try to make people go through the Story or to narrate for them anymore when they find themselves in the Office. He just passively guides them towards the employee lounge, where he then calls one of the others to come help them from there.

Thursday is dead and is now a part of the Narrative, where she can't really interact with those in the Story anymore, she can only play a passive role.

James has the potential to do more antagonistic things, but it's like... these aspects of him don't get explored as much, because very few people want to come near him.

I don't know, it feels like my entire blog has been toned down and sanitized to reduce conflict, and I want more conflict, not for there to be constant fighting and angst, but for there to be enough to drive story and to create intrigue.

I'd like to put more conflict out there and make things happen, but it all just falls flat when I try. I'm trying to focus on creating these developments on more of an individual level between me and specific people who are interested, rather than doing blog-wide things, so that's why you're seeing less posts from me lately. Fewer drabbles, fewer in character open rp's, and just fewer open starters and things in general. Maybe I'll start doing these things again some day, but for right now I'm just burned out on it. I'm focusing my energy on individuals for the time being.

Anyway, just some thoughts I've had in my head that I wanted to talk about so I can move on with things. Reach out if you have any questions or want to talk or anything.

[ahousefullofmuses]

Emoji Starter Call!

⭐️ - Star ⚡️- Charlotte 🔪 - Felix

🐺 - Chris 🐦‍��� - Matteo ⚜️ - Apollo

🦇 - Luka 🐿 - River 🐤 - Jayce

🐶 - Cyrus 🦊 - Kai ⛩️ - Amaterasu

🌩 - Zeus 🦔 - Shadow 🔮 - Charisma

✨️ - Celeste 🏹 - Artemis 💞 - Aphrodite

🐇 - Ares 🏛 - Athena 🐲 - Aros

🌑 - Lilah. 🧸 - Echo

☁️ - Fluff

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

[baringtccthxx]

OC/CANON MULTI-MUSE BLOG.

canons:

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal alchemist)

Zapp renfro (Kekkai Sensen)

Kafka hibino (kaiju no.8)

Roronoa zoro (one piece)

whirl (transformers idw)

Sebastian Castellanos (evil within)

Ocs:

Edward•Dante•Sinbad•Ron•varik•adrian

Saburo•Blake•Shadowman•Cyrus•requiem

Jonathan•Akira•Orion•William•Bishop

Dastrik•Verin

Permanent starter call || Interest tracker

[theforsakvn]

starter for @desirespeaks starter call , test muse cyrus

"I thought this was a 'let's get over this stupid feud' dinner?" Cyrus sighed before taking a large sip of his wine. "It was a competition we had years ago. I can't believe you're still upset. It was just college and a table."

[thx-immortal-harxm]

closed starter for @coivi Edward and Cyrus

It wasn't often that he got days off for himself; Edward liked to think that he was good at his job and that was why he had been called in so often. But for the physician, he did relish his free days. It meant that he could sit back and relax, something that he didn't realize he needed until both Theodore and Cyrus commented on how tight his muscles had been. So, the doctor opted to lounge in the infinity pool, propping himself up against the ledge to bask in the sunlight a bit longer before he went inside.

His blissful meditation was interruped by the sound of the backdoor opening. Sleepily blinking his eyes open, Edward smiled at the sight of the absolute stud of a man making his way towards him. He wasn't as forward as some of the other men in the mansion, but Edward was certainly grateful for any moments he did get with him. Cyrus was certainly a busy man having to entertain all of them, and the doctor was happy that he would even get this time alone.

"Have you come to join me in the water?" he asked sweetly, not really minding if Cyrus chose to do so or not. There were other things the two of them could get up to that didn't involve the pool, after all. "Or did you just miss seeing my handsome face for so long?" The doctor pushed himself upright, letting the water droplets slide down the front of his body. With his heavy, juicy pecs on display for the other man to appreciate, and his skin-tight speedo accentuating the curves of his backside, Edward knew coming out to swim today was the right idea.

"You know, I can't seem to remember when the last time you and I got to go on a proper date together. Are you sure you aren't just avoiding me? My feelings would be so terribly hurt," he teased once more as he gazed up at Cyrus with wonder in his eyes. And it certainly was a wonder to see such a handsome, sexy, beast of a man be so invested in every single one of them. Edward knew he should be jealous, but if he were honest, he was simply grateful Cyrus would even pay attention to someone like him. "Would you care to join me for a bath? Or in the hot tub? I could use the company. And the body heat."

[jundlcndwastes]

❝ I vowed never to hold one of these again. ❞ Cyrus's fingers curled around the barrel of the lightsaber. Typically, younglings weren't allowed to handle actual lightsabers; rather, they used non-lethal practice sabers to be trained in combat from an early age. But after what he saw a saber could do . . . after Master Skywalker had slaughtered his friends . . . he never wanted to touch the weapon ever again. Cyrus never wanted to be involved with Jedi or Empire affairs ever again, but he felt it — the calling. How long could he disguise himself as a fisherman when he could do something to help the Rebellion?

He breathed deeply as he looked down at the saber he had constructed. It wasn't ignited at the moment, and already he was admitting to himself that he could construct a better one after some practice. For someone strong with the Force, though, this was better than having no weapon. At least he picked up where he had left off and had trained himself to handle the Force with accuracy and precision instead of frustrated, sloppy work.

☆ ───── @magikborn liked for a starter from cyrus !

[cinderschild]

@blackhardtt (Cyrus) liked this post for a short starter.

A tall and imposing figure amongst most mortal beings had their hooded head bowed in respect. Pushing the traveling cloak back, Helia smiled brightly at Cyrus. ❝ Hail, newly crowned and old friend. Helianthus the Golden has answered your call. ❞ Reaching out, they shook hands with a solid grasp. ❝ I came as quickly as I could. What help can I offer you? ❞

[roseleviosaoriginal]

Penance, Chapter Seventeen - Term, Part One

The seventh-years were taken aback as they entered the familiar classroom. The desks, which had always sat in neat rows, had been rearranged into a circle, pieces of parchment on each.

Professor Lupin sat at one of the seats, his long legs crossed casually at the ankles in front of him. Stranger still was the weird knot of cloth wrapped around his torso, apparently holding some sort of creature.

He opened his arms wide and offered a warm, slightly sad smile. “Take a seat!”

He was not surprised when Hermione took the seat directly next to him. Luna and Ginny sat together a few seats further along the circle. As he had suspected, he knew every face in the room, and not just because he had taught them as second (and, in Hermione's case, third) years.

He scanned the circle of faces, each looking too drawn and world weary. His heart ached for their lost childhoods. Several students were eyeing him curiously while others looked bemusedly at the papers before them.

Remus sat up straighter, uncrossing his ankles. “Welcome to NEWT-level Defense Against the Dark Arts!” he chirped with forced enthusiasm. He had hoped to ease a bit of the tension in the room, but his effort fell flat. The students eyed the circle of chairs nervously, confused and uncertain.

“For starters, I believe I know all of you, but in case your memories are a little short, I am Professor Lupin, though,” he eyed the most familiar faces, “I am fine with you calling me Remus, if you prefer.” Several students looked horrified by the very idea. Remus laughed. “It is a rather stupid name, but I didn’t pick it.” That earned a few nervous laughs.

He decided right then that his main goal this year would be to see a genuine smile on each face in the room.

He pointed to the bundle on his chest. “He is a little fussier and prefers ‘Mr. Lupin,’ but you can just call him Teddy.” Most of the students rose in their seats to peer at the layers of fabric. Remus reached in and extracted the baby, who stretched luxuriously and blinked his eyes. There were several adoring gasps as he smacked his lips and observed the people watching him, his hair shifting to match each head he saw.

Remus allowed them to ooh and aah over the baby for a few minutes before tucking him back into the wrap. Maybe Teddy's presence would actually be helpful this year.

He drew their attention away from his chest, indicating to the circle of chairs in which they were seated. “Does anyone know what this is called?” No one, not even Hermione, raised a hand.

“This is called a Socratic Circle. It was invented by Socrates - we can discuss him another time if you want - but the idea is that, in this space, each of us has something to offer the others. It invites us to ask questions, engage in mutually respectful conversations, and ultimately learn from one another's worldviews and experiences.” It was an overly simplistic explanation, but it would do for now. He had a feeling Hermione would do some of her own research and question his definition.

A blond boy - he was pretty sure his name was Cyrus- raised his hand. “So, is it like a support circle? We did one yesterday.”

Remus decided not to censor himself. “Fuck no!” He felt a sense of undue pride at the shocked gasps and nervous titters around the circle and decided that he would be swearing quite a bit in this class.

[fullmoonsky]

who: closed starter for Walter @rnvnm where: spell & bourbon

Routine was detrimental to someone like Cyrus, yet he found himself falling into it anyway. He'd played at Spell & Bourbon nearly every night this week and last. And while it was lovely having an in with the owner and a spot to play (tonight, it was the sax), he was starting to feel for a change in scenery. This was a problem, really. Especially considering he hadn't lived in Portum for very long.

It felt like he was just waiting. Waiting for whatever it was that had called him here to this small town. Not knowing what that something was made him restless. Reapers were supposed to be skilled in the art of waiting. This reaper however — was a fan of distractions. It made the waiting easier on him. He preferred city life, it was true. Playing at a different bar every night, meeting all manner of souls.

So when he spotted the Agathion from across the speakeasy...well, consider his interest peaked. He wasn't a soul, per se. But he was different. Tonight, Cyrus could use a little different. It didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes either. And while his gaze easily conveyed his interest, Cyrus had one of the waitresses send the Agathion a drink on his behalf before he could close up his set and pack his instrument away.

[artistibatt]

Speaking of my fic in the original version and the new posted version, Cyrus and Giovanni are absolutely my favorite guys to write

Tbh, I feel like I might be writing them OOC at times (especially since it’s been a while since ive seen them in their games) but I am having fun

The original draft has about 20 chapters and there are some differences between the two

For starters, Kyurem and the ice plate were gotten first in the original draft instead of the Lugia and the flying plate now. Ghetsis also had a bigger role at the start due to this (he’ll get his role back later when Unova stuff is talked about)

Volo actually wasn’t gonna be in the original version. That was a decision made much later.

There was actually an Audino that Cyrus and Giovanni became allies with plus they also became enemies with a Watchog and Patrat duo in a place called Alstratus Town in the original fic that hopefully I can bring back in a new way

I am excited to keep writing about this fic,, I really like talking about it too

[the-haunted-office]

Open Starter - The Ruined Office

You find yourself in an Office that is... entirely destroyed.

Well, not entirely. Some of it is still standing, the main structure of it anyway.

The inside of it otherwise appears to be utterly gutted. The ugly orange carpet is ripped and torn more than it's not, and where it isn't ripped and torn it's stained and pocked with what appear to be massive patches of burn marks. These burn marks are further accentuated by smoke damage that crawls up the walls and clots the ceiling in puffs of black and gray, at least where it's still intact.

Where the ceiling isn't intact, bundles of wires and cords dangle down like intestines ripped out of some great animal, left there to rot. Broken, uneven piece of ceiling tiles lay strewn about, and the floor is littered with shattered glass and filament from what used to be the overhead florescent lights.

Those are out too, and the entire Office is utterly dark. Every cubicle and desk and printer and wall and filing cabinet, everything, is lying in ruin. Not a single piece of the Office has been left untouched by whatever touched it. Everything is... just broken and ruined and it's kind of sad. It looks like a tornado came through and chewed up and spat out everything in its path.

Everywhere debris is crunching underfoot as you move about to explore your surroundings. How you got here is one question. What happened to this Office is another. Where everybody is is yet another. Are you safe might be the most important.

There doesn't seem to be anybody here, although there may be a creeping feeling that there is. How could there not be? It's an Office, and experience tells you that those usually have people in them. Despite the condition of this one, there might be someone still here. Right?

There is silence all around, though, save for the noise you are making from moving around. You call out into the silence to see if anybody might still be there. No answer, not even from the Narrator or Narrators who might normally answer from overhead.

You spend some time wandering around this sad empty ruined place, wondering what could have happened here. Wondering how to get out. Feeling watched. It's after about maybe fifteen or so minutes that you finally realize you are being watched.

Two pairs of black hole eyes suddenly loom out of the shadows at you, rearing up on what appear to be white blankets draped over two five-foot-pairs of stilts. They look like some kid's idea of silly ghost costumes, except these two kids aren't holding out Halloween buckets and asking for candy, and one of them is bearing an unbearably large mouth full of needle-sharp teeth at you.

A voice suddenly projects itself directly into your head, large, male, British, and demanding: "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he snarls.

You can't tell where the voice has come from - was it one of these creatures, and if so, which one? If you've been around the Haunted Office for any period of time, you might recognize the voice, as it sounds just like the ever-present Narrator there, Cyrus. But neither of these creatures looks like him.

What should you do?