Dion moved one centimeter more. He squished his hands together. The slight frown didn't fade from his face.
"What could happen down there?"
Well, please don't make this harder, Dion.

Showing a suddenly more disgruntled face, Dion agreed.
He kind of wanted to sigh. There wasn't much he could do in the situation.

Rai gives a slight smirk. It's supposed to be halfway reassuring, but it's hard to see due to him already being a little turned away from Dion and Wiley. He gives a questioning look to Wiley.
Wiley points, except he's just way too exaggeratingly doing it. Well, at least he's not shouting. Seems like he does have a bit of sense, contrary to what one would think.
Rai saunters over to stand atop of the pointed area. It's only a few steps away from where he was before. He beckons for the other two to join him.

The scientist, surprisingly or unsurprisingly, doesn't get to doing that with enthusiasm. But one can only make a few steps so sluggish. Dion probably needs to move faster so to not create an unintentional parallel between himself and Wiles.
 

It takes a second after Dion steps into the area for the section of the land to seemingly start caving in, except instead of falling normally, the soil instead disintegrates layer by layer, guiding those upon it into a slow fall.
Despite his usual nonchalance, it's pretty obvious that Rai nearly scrambles to the side for a more solid foothold. He barely is able to hold himself from doing so with a straight face.
After a while, once they're in deeper than the top of their heads, the land above seemingly reconstructs itself, leaving them in pitch blackness.

"Why so surprised? We saw this before," Wiley points out, his voice gaining a husky quality from their surroundings. He does say it with his arm covering his mouth for the most part, though. "A little different from before, I'll admit, but not so much to gape over."

It sounds kind of like Wiley bit back some sort of tease or halfhearted taunt because, for once, he leaves Dion's lack of verbal (and comprehensible) response alone, with only some noise coming from somewhere in his throat. Maybe he doesn't really want Dion screaming at him with red, puffy cheeks while they're trying to be a little inconspicuous. He totally wasn't about to call Dion a memory-baffled scaredy-cat, by the way. Totally wasn't.
"What were you saying way, way before this?" he asks Rai. "About pi six?" he adds on as elaboration, also maybe a little surprising, seeing as he hardly elaborates on anything.
"Oh." With that comes a little lift in Rai's voice. Hardly there, but still present. Maybe he's setting a mental reminder for something. "It was just that I came here before a while back. Quite a while back, now that I think about it. Nothing of concern."

"'Nothing of concern,'" Wiley repeats, in a somewhat mocking tone. He turns to Dion and says, with all seriousness, "Kid, know that if Rai says 'Nothing of concern,' there is probably something to be concerned about."
"I had more to say to elaborate upon," the cyber agent mildly argues. Ignoring the intended cue from the scientist (which is just Wiles raising an eyebrow while trying to politely be like "Please continue,"), he elaborates: "I may or may not have invited some people here, to this lab."
He tries to go on, but Wiley's eyes widen a little bit.The whites of his eyes somehow show clearly even in the dark, but it's not as clear as how his voice rings out as he shrieks, "yOU MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE WHAT?"
Somewhere beyond the walls of the lift, something rattles.
Wiley's expression is plainly one of betrayal. Specifically, having been betrayed, instead of the other way around.

The flares that seem to be emitting from Wiley's eyes do seem to be saying "Duh," mostly because if they were animate, they would be flaring towards Rai, not blushy boy.
"I know one of the two of them," Rai states flatly, apparently unperturbed by Wiley's sudden shout. He doesn't even raise his voice any. "He's not a bad person, and he certainly knows to not draw attention to your place and you. I'm sure his companion of sorts also knows not to do that." He seems to be poising himself for delivering an explanation.
Wiley seems to have cooled down, or whatever one would call it when he's standing there stock-still, watching Rai intently. His eyes are honestly bright enough to bore holes in walls at the moment, so it doesn't seem like he's completely chill. But then again, "chill" isn't really a word used in accordance with the name "Wiley I. Perrault."
"Y'know why they know not to do that?" the agent asks rhetorically. "It's because they don't have a home, and they're usually being chased by those who want to kill them." His gaze grows a little more intense as he matches Wiley's gaze, forming an odd parallel between them. "So, he found me, and asked for aid. I imagined that even if you were there, you would agree as well; and I pray that I did not guess wrongly in this matter."

Wiles holds Rai's very persistent gaze for a few seconds; then, he scoffs and looks away to the side of the lift.
"So, what? Are you telling me that they're wanderers? Do they have jobs?"
Rai nods. "He does."
He holds his silence for a few moments. By the time he looks back at Rai again, though, he looks bored. The glare in his eyes has disappeared. "Soo?? What is he?" he inquires, almost trilling while doing it. "What does he do?"
The other only smirks. The response, therefore, is perhaps inevitable.
"Ask him yourself."
Wiley groans a little under his breath.
"Once we arrive down there, of course," Rai clarifies. His smirk grows a little bit more, maybe because he remembered something amusing. "Unless they're not there." He vaguely turns so he's more or less with his back to both Wiley and Dion. His arms raise a little, but not much, as he looks downward. 
With that, the lift is somehow silent temporarily. There seems to be a light hue rising in the air, as if accompanying the beeps coming from somewhere outside of the lift's boundaries.

The silence is broken by, of all things, soft laughter.
It's really not a jarring sort of laughter. If anything, it could perhaps be described as pleasant. But it's sudden, and that makes it feel off.
What makes it feel most off is that Wiley doesn't laugh like that. It actually seems like the polar opposite of how he chuckles.
Is it Rai, then? No, he doesn't laugh out of the blue, and his laughter itself tends to be short and balanced. It doesn't stretch out for this long, and certainly it doesn't grow louder and louder.
For all that Wiley doesn't know about Rai, he does know that his friend doesn't make sounds like this. And he knows Dion isn't a laughing sort of person. And if it isn't him...
"Who the hell are you?" he voices aloud. Almost too loudly, even for him, as if he's trying to use the volume to obscure the laughter. He steps forward--yes, forward--and peers in a direction, as if making a bet that he'd be looking in the right direction. "I don't remember inviting a random into my lab," he continues, staring into the darkness intently. "So if you don't have an invitation, you'd better get the hell out, bucko."
Rai turns a little to regard Wiley with one eye. The laughter subsides.
"How rude," a voice coos, though in many ways it sounds equally like a whine, a reprimanding statement. Surprisingly, it does seem to be coming from the general direction Wiley is looking at. "It's a pure rudeness, too. Not the amusing type your friend has, seeing me and turning away without even a hello. ...Or a shout of warning to you two that you have an intruder. You made me announce my own presence, you know? I would have liked for the introductory cue to be from someone else." 
It feels like someone is peering at Dion. No, it feels like a gaze is looking at everyone--Rai, Dion, and Wiley. And contrary to the pleasant nature of the laughter, the sensation from the feeling is much more suffocating, like they've all been pinned to an invisible wall.
"So what say you?" the voice continues, as a vague silhouette emerges from just in front of where Rai is standing. "Does one of you wish to make it up to me?" A smile creeps into the voice. "I would be so very honored."

Wiley's the one to break the silence. He specializes in breaking things in general, but especially silence. "Ey Rai, there's a creep in here," he exclaims loudly, backing up a little against the elevator. His gaze flickers back to the silhouette. "So, what about it? How was that?"
There's a pause. 
"Quite interesting," the voice admits, a smile trickling into its crevices like a horde of spiders would into a basement's dilapidated cracks. "I would have preferred for the introduction to be longer, however. I like anything long, you see. Snakes, pain, stretches of darkness, death--"
"Monologues," Wiles cuts in again, this time dryly. 
A chuckle. "Exactly."
"Too bad," the chemist states, his tone turning a little sharp around the edges. "I like some things short."
His tone turns right back to normal faster than one can blink as Wiley turns towards Rai and Dion, winks, and says, "Don't worry, guys. I like guys tall and short."
WILEY, WHAT THE HECK. NO. DON'T PULL THAT TYPE OF CRAP RIGHT NOW--

"Oh, now you've made your friends even more uncomfortable than they already were," the voice states the obvious. 
"That was the intention," Wiley states at the same time as they say, "Though I suppose that was the intention." He blinks more rapidly than usual for the two seconds following, maybe a little disturbed with that seeming coincidence himself, before he continues.
"Now that greetings are over, we should talk business," he states, now assuming a more formal tone. Well, at least now Dion knows that his tones don't exactly stay.
"And I guess this is where I come in," Rai says, as if taking a cue. He glances at Wiley, who glances back, before he redirects his gaze back to the silhouette. 
"Well, feel free to show your face now. We're all friendly here," he states in a very undisturbed fashion. "I would also offer a seat, but as you can see, we've been short on supplies." 
These people have the weirdest humor.

"Thanks, but I prefer to wait," they say with a grin. "After all, suspense is long too, isn't it?"
Wiley shrugs. "Suit yourself," he states, a bored look starting to come onto his face. Surprisingly enough, it makes him look a little dazed--an unsuitable look, to be honest. Perhaps he is usually someone who is too aware. "So, what do you want?" he asks.
"There isn't much to want here," comes the response. 
"Real surprising that someone like you came here, then," the scientist goes. "You seem like someone who acts only because you want to. If that's true, then there must be something you want."
A laugh. And then, no response. 
Without even feeling it, really, a feeling of irritation pops up in Dion. 
Wiley juts his chin forward at around the same time, though his expression remains more neutral, more cold. He doesn't say anything until they finally speak again. "I can see why you said you like things short. You're an impatient one. Better than some others, though. Not one for expedients. Good for you." For whatever reason, the compliment seems worse than an insult, oily and almost sarcastic in its nature. "You'll see the answers in a little while, Wiley," they conclude. "Until then, wait with me?" 
With that, it feels like something is crawling up the side of Dion's face, almost to his chin--no, some things, not just something. Wiley tenses. Rai shifts a little, to an almost unnoticeable degree. 

"So you do move!" The outburst is from the foreign voice, which sounds an awful lot like its owner is beaming. "I was beginning to think that you were a waxed doll," they state, before adding, "except you're not pretty enough to be a doll. Your eyes moved, too, of course, but you don't have to be alive for that. And you have a heartbeat. They don't usually simulate that."
Throughout that entire speech, they seem to be moving. Despite their talk aimed towards him, it seems that they're not headed towards Dion for now, fortunately--but it feels a lot like cold fingers just touched his chin and wrenched it upwards. The air tastes putrid and frosty. And ironically, with all that talk about Dion moving, he suddenly finds that he can't move much, if at all.
Via his now near-peripheral vision, he can see where the silhouette is headed: In Rai's direction. Even their shadow shows how they move--they amble. They're in no hurry. They have no need to move like that.
For a few moments, there's just the sound of Wiley's breathing. From the rhythm, he sounds quite calm, but unlike usual, there's also a hissing quality to it, like the man's teeth are bared as much as he can make them bared.
It's just that for a while, as it takes a long time, seemingly too long, for them to reach Rai. By the time they take their final step and bring themselves to a stop, it feels like half an eternity has passed somehow. The former creaking of the elevator has been reduced to complete silence, but it feels that, by some chance, they are still moving down. The ground gives, centimeter by centimeters, into the dark depths of the earth. 
"Raitsu Furei," the unknown silhouette starts, almost as if they had approached Rai on some bustling street to offer a greeting as a coworker. Except coworkers don't call each other by their full names, of course. Not in Japanese, anyways. It's noticeable from the end of the sentence that they pull their lips in an ever-widening grin. "A busy, busy man. I hope I haven't interrupted much?"
"No, not at all," replies Rai. He, too, pulls his mouth upwards into a completely acceptable, polite, business-like smile. "You couldn't have picked a better time, in fact," he adds. His voice is slightly deeper than usual, which may or may not be because the other's face is a mere inch or two away from his face. As it happens, Rai does like his personal space, thank you very much.

Sorry, Dion. Talking counts as moving. It's just that this...entity...just probably didn't want to strangle anyone. For now. 
Wiley, surprisingly or not, also doesn't talk. It doesn't sound like he's even attempting to, which is the surprising part. Interesting.
"Right. I don't have that much time either, so I'm trying to make this as quick as possible." They breathe out yet another laugh. 
Rai would have gestured to accompany what he's going to say, but they're still in front of his face. "You have the stage, sir," he states.
Sir? The voice is barely distinguishable in its quality, masculine or feminine. In fact, it can't even be called something in-between. So, an interesting word choice.
They laugh, as if to say they appreciate it. In fact, if anything, that laugh makes anything sound unappreciative. "There was another favor I wanted from you, Furei Raitsu. Surely you will provide it."
Wiley's breathing hitches for a second. Seems like he was about to snark but decided against it (or he just can't talk).