Icarus continued to watch the jester move through his charade, somewhat stupefied as to the creature's ability to change forms or clothing so quickly. He decided that the jester, whatever it was, definitely wasn't human. Upon that thought, he reached instinctively for his hammer and was rather dismayed to find that it wasn't at his side. "Of all the rotten... hey!" He shouted suddenly as he saw the jester bolt out of the room, seemingly on a whim. Icarus inhaled deeply and sighed, mostly due to the loss of his favorite tool. "Where could he possibly be going?" The mechanic asked himself as he checked himself to see what he did have. Everything else was there: His clothes of course, his goggles and the small, bundled tool kit he carried with him in his coat. Adjusting his cap, he looked around the room once more and realized quickly that nothing could be gained by staying there. "Well, on to it then, I suppose," he muttered as he began moving toward the door. He heard some voices behind the doorway and proceeded carefully, noticing the steps immediately and making his way downward. The voices became louder as Icarus examined the stone steps and walls, "Perfect architecture," he whispered to himself in awe and appreciation. "Too perfect to be made by human hands..." He winced a little as he saw the light outside and took in the scene within a moment. Three others stood very near him, one of which couldn't be mistaken as anyone else but his strange acquaintance from earlier. There was a man and woman as well, but his eyes were drawn to the three figures that stood outside some distance away. "Gods..." he murmured, more as a curse than anything as he tried to make sense of what he saw. A demon, perhaps, along with a woman whose beauty was so radiant that he couldn't help but admit that she had to be some sort of deity. The man in the middle, if he was indeed a man, looked the most human, but all three exuded such a powerful aura that he was beginning to regret some of the casual remarks he'd made in the past about how ridiculous the idea of a deity's existence was. As he walked up beside the others, he glanced over them curiously, though more than anything he wanted answers. The woman in his group looked angry and the man equally so, though the man seemed a little more in control of his emotions at the moment. He knew they had just finished some sort of yelling match, but he had no idea what they had been talking about. He glanced at the jester then... he didn't know what 'it' was thinking, but he figured that he would get some answers soon enough.