Ramona
Cadwynn the ooze is most displeased with this with this turn of events, awaiting some kind of attack for their refusal to move. Or, rather, the cat's inability to.

"I believe you have sorely misunderstood my motivation. I act only in self-preservation, the same as you. You raised the knife, you willfully ignored even the most simple instruction to *Discuss terms*, and you yourself *Admit* To wrongdoing. You willfully ignore the circumstance you find yourself in, and it is *You* Who wished Vaazva dead enough to send the cat in chase. You are the party who has done wrong, and I am *Very* Interested in seeing how you attempt to... What was it... Eat her soul... Mm.."

"The threat is not what I would have done to you, nor what the mortal we stand beside can attempt either. The threat is something far, far into the future."
Jonathan
"It comes for us all, the ruler of all things in the end. Something that spans all cosmos in a never-ending conquest.
Ramona
"But to think that poison would be effective in the slightest is... A little silly, admittedly, for it will not stop the inevitable. I would watch your back, and I warn you that you will never be safe."

Of course, Cadwynn is aware that such a minima would be ineffective at best, and entirely useless at worst. Yet, despite this, they still refuse to move.

"You ask us to leave, and refuse to undo the bindings you have placed on the beneficiary. I will do you no harm myself, as I know that whatever awaits you will certainly be much worse than what I could presently do. However, I believe there is unattended business in this church that I would like to see personally.."

The ooze moves away from the man, ignoring whatever silly baby-tier threat he made to Tabby and heads towards the *Illusory wall*, tendrils wrapping around the door knob and opening it.

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Should the man use the *Minima*, a *Reaction* Would occur to deal with such a feeble threat. It appears that Cadwynn has figured something out about the nature of the __*Poison*__ the man had employed. For all the planning in the world, the creator would soon come to find out a neat piece of information.

Tabby's blood does not move fast, nor is it warm in any sense of the word, not even room-temperature. It is as if she had died long ago. That is to say, *Poison* Is somewhat ineffective. A threat, surely, but not one that is deemed mission critical to the deity right about now. No, that's not what rebuke Cadwynn would have in mind in the circumstance provided before him.
Jonathan
The cat, of course, is unaware of this, and looks both shocked and confused when Cadwynn neglects leaving, her machines hoisting her up and following the goopy being once her shackles are released. *If,* They are, that is. She remains silent and unresponsive to any potential threats as well, waiting for her release.
Ramona
"Whether it be through influence of this cat or not, I'm rather *Interested* What this altar is in worship of... Surely you wouldn't be offended if we take a look, yes..?"
Steven
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The man grumbled, doing no more than raising a single brow at the two's coordinated words. The synchronicity that they had achieved was most perturbing, especially, for one of his nature. That which they spoke unto him, two each of their own natures, yet bound together by some sort of spiritual tie, would be a most peculiar event to behold, and yet, the content of their words were, for the most part... Empty, to him. He was more invested in the way in which they spoke rather than what they actually said; the man had lost all interest in attempting to further converse with the two. Any misstep in communication, as it had formerly been proven, would be a threat to his own life.

He hadn't an idea what the deity meant to say — that *He,* The stranger, himself, had started the conflict? *`Mmm.`* That was not at all how he remembered it going down. Or perhaps his memory faulted him; or perhaps the deity wished to make him doubt his own mind. To him, the latter was not foreign at all as a diplomatic tactic, especially in personal relations... Of course, someone such as himself would be quite familiar with it. 

*`Well.`*
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For any matter, he truly hadn't any further business with the two. With a disturbing crack of his left index finger, and a slight glow of the arachnoid tattoo on the back of the hand to which the finger belonged, the **Congealed blood at Tabby's feet returned to a liquidous state,** Allowing her free motion once more. As the blood had begun to permeate her bloodstream, even as slow as it was going, he hadn't a doubt of its efficacy once it had *Truly* Been initiated. 

'Twould be quite awkward were they to both continue occupying the church which he was bound to. The tabaxi's need for exploration had already annoyed him once, with her digression to fight the Silver Knight. And now, her deity, one-in-the-same, would travel to that hall. How troublesome.

Still, he would have to keep an open eye to ensure they were not subtly attempting to take this church down on his head.

A suspicious glance is shot from the man, dagger still firm in his right palm, as he allows them to walk on by, keeping at a distance advisable by his own caution while still allowing him a clear line-of-sight toward the four.
Jonathan
As Cadwynn enters the room and closes the door behind his liquid self, the guardians stop moving forward, allowing Tabby to turn her head to the man and shake it. "He's an idiot." She draws an uninhibited breath, "One who overreacts like he lives in some kind of glory day where every*Thing* And every*One* Is out to get him."

"For what it's worth, I apologize for his stupidity. Really. He acts out and attacks because he doesn't know. He feels trapped in a body well below his liking." She pauses, pondering something for a minute. "I wonder if he thinks he'll be able to go back to how things were if he *Does* End up being the death of me." 

"He attempted to attack Vaazva for reaching towards my throat. Pff." The cat rolls her eyes and sighs. "We both know how that turned out. I guess the arrangement isn't *All bad*, few sharper senses here and there.. Get a bloodthirsty entity in your head." Her Defender blinks a few times. "If I wanted to kill him there – Vaazva – I probably *Wouldn't* Have summoned the Shield Guardian as a threat..." The construct that's being dragged through the mud remains stoic; after all, it did its duty as programmed. It has no reason to feel bad. Can it even feel emotion? Probably not.

The Defender tilts its head and raises its chin to the door, motioning that they should probably follow, to which Tabby shakes her head in turn. *No, he'll learn the hard way.* So they stop outside the door, the watch remaining open – revealing that although the ooze does leave quite a messy trail, it must remain tethered. Her tail raises and sways lightly as she awaits the following few minutes.

"Give him a few seconds to poke around and get poked. He's jealous that there's not a statue like that for him in this world."