Anya just sighed as she pulled the loose thread, removing it from the top.

"All right then." As she spoke, she held the thread up, and it broke apart into what seemed like millions of miniscule spiders.

"Go one, feast." She told them, before they took the hint and sped for Edward.

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"I'll go look." Roxie said. "Either of you men going to come with me?" She asked Az and Zeke.

"I can hold this asswipe down." Anya then said.

"I'm the one who can do the most damage, since I'm not bound by the same rules you guys are quite as tightly." She added, an almost sick grin to her face. She was a demon, after all.

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"You three do that. I've got this one." Anya said before Roxie headed off, figuring Zeke would follow, and leaving Az to go find the one they were trying to help on his own.

Sure enough, Azazel started walking the halls, checking every room as he went, until he found a locked door. There was nothing to identify what kind of room it was, either. When he knocked, he didn't get an answer, so he knocked again, harder. Again, silence. At least at first.

"I can't open the door!" He heard, faintly, through the thick door.

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She was sitting at the desk, seeming to be almost completely frozen there. However, she could still move, it just was not easy for her. Her joints, like her hips, hadn't completely frozen over yet. She was at least a bit mobile.

".... who are you?" She then asked, her voice curious, her face hopeful. She didn't want to be left alone there, left to die.

"And where is the Master of the house?" She then asked. At no point had she been allowed to know his name.

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She was silent for a moment, almost looking like she wanted to burst into tears of relief.

"Thank you... just... just thank you...." She said quietly.

"I don't think there are any others like me." She continued, her words a bit devoid of emotion, but then again, it was likely an effect of what it was that was happening to her.

"I don't think the staff actually knows...." She added. "But... but the basement. There are... hundreds? Maybe? of statues... and I think they were alive originally."

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"Probably." Roxie answered before sighing.

"And calling him a 'collector' is... quite accurate." She added. Her and Zeke had made their way down to the basement, and were amidst all of the evertything.

"... There are a lot here." She added before sighing, again.

"Anyway, Best bet for her is to get her back to the Medwing."

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She was silent for a few seconds before nodding, barely.

"Thank you... just... I... I can't say it enough." She added, relief in her voice.

"What... what IS going to happen to those here...?"

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"... warmth? Temps are ... largely not even registering for me anymore. Haven't been for quite awhile." She commented with a light sigh.

"However, please. If I can be saved, that would be amazing. I really would much prefer not dying." She added before doing as she was told, and just closing her eyes. After about fifteen seconds, she opened them and looked around, she saw she was sitting just behind a receptionists desk, which didn't make much sense to her, but she wasn't going to argue it. She tried to get to her feet, and while she could, there was a lot of unpleasant cracking sounds, and she was rather slow.

"Damn." She muttered, wondering if there was anyone nearby. She didn't see anyone as she looked around, but it would be easy to believe someone was just in a room or something.

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"Yeah. Not dead yet." She commented.

"Just point me in the right direction and I'll do as I'm told. Especially if it'll result in me regaining my proper mobility and flexibility." She told him with a slight chuckle.

"... Doubt my fans want me to lose that." She muttered

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"I have some, yes." She agreed when he mentioned abotu the mobility.

"Any help would be most certainly appreciated. I can pay whatever price is required as well. He was an asshole, but he paid well, at least." She added after a moment or two. "I'm sure I have enough to cover whatever costs are incurred."

"Also.... life aura?" She then asked

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