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"I... had not noticed before, but that seems to have been so," he answers, clearly trying to work back mentally and check, "No, they had an unconcious man in some sort of advanced equipment, but assuming that the creatures brought in are chosen randomly, the balance still seems unusual. Of course, sometimes that is simply the nature of probability, no matter how many times a coin is flipped it can always land showing the cameo, it never needs to show the reverse side, but it still does raise suspicion if it does so too frequently. Perhaps there is a bias? Or perhaps the Genius Loci of the place simply thought we in particular would amuse it? Seeing myself and Ms. Victi-Aurora, both in the employ of the Goddess, and a recently slain member of another species the two of us are familiar with, as well as Ms. Lisa and Ms. Raven, who are sorceress and familiar makes me suspect very strongly that the choosing is deliberate, specific, and possibly informed given the neutralization of magical and technological resources. The motive behind the choices? I do not know. Regardless, thinking on this renders me gravely concerned. This does merit discussion and contemplation."

Bronze scoffed as more questions were raised at the unexpected series of answers he didn't see coming. He knew everything about himself and has a few suggestions as to why he is brought here, but to have the power to pull him to the middle of nowhere... the thought was scary. "I am unfamiliar with most of the equipment and buildings here I admit. In fact, this is the first time that I have laid eyes on such architectures and complex designs... and creatures." The feline's gaze landed on Raven, confused but already accepted that he cannot do anything about it.

"What I'm really concerned about is why we are here and what we have to do. There's never a cause without reason y'know? And I just hope it is a good reason."

"I have a theory," Raven faces them from the head of the group, ears piqued and eyes wide. "So we have this nasty trying to kill us, right? I call him Vincent sometimes so, uh, yep. Anyways, we have him and the fact that the place we're stuck in shifts around and occasionally sprouts random death traps." She casts some nervous glances toward their surroundings- yes, they've changed. Liliath's scent has not moved, fortunately. "You guys have this theory that we deliberately got thrown in here and I can see why.

"Think about it. If this isn't random, it's mostly chosen people who'd either be hard to kill or whose deaths would most hurt the other victims. Innocent beans like Liliath, pairs of friends, honorable or at least powerful warriors...you see my point? We're not here to do anything but..." She pauses and lowers her head- she'd lost the scent while rambling. After some pacing, she picks it up quickly, along with something else carried on a gust of wind. Fresh blood.

Oh, no.

Helynah slowly and deliberately folds the paper and tucks it into a pocket on her undershirt. Her hands shake, even as she clenches her fists. It takes tremendous effort to ask, "Have you found- in this building -an interrogation chamber?" The remains of what she'd read might be in there. She probably can't reread the incident without crying or punching a wall. She isn't sure if she safely show it either, but her throat is so constricted that she can't easily speak.

"Die.... yes...." he grumbles, "Though I would like to think..... never mind, I will save my optimistic speculation. I smell blood on the air, and so, I suspect, do you."

He sprints off ahead, glaive at full length, visibly prepared to go to war.

Victi thinks for a moment.

"Not yet," she says slowly, hauling herself to, ow, somewhat tender feet, "But if we do find one I'd like you to try taking it off the hinges before we go in. There were a couple holding cells down that hall over there, though, as well as another room that I didn't check. Might be there?"

Bronze looked back at Niskali in the eye and nodded, his paw already at his blade's hilt. Hoping that the dragon would be enough to attract attention, he swiftly unsheathed his rapier and approached slowly. He would only serve as backup and might finally have a use with his toy gun.

Liliath then started crying , cause the only thing she could see where the streets and blood. She cried pretty loud "Raven , lisa!" she tried to scream but it sounded more like a whisper.

A call for help. Either she was dead and the shifter was luring them, or she was alive.

Either case was urgent.

The store they had described came into view, and he glanced at Bronze, nodding quickly. Large windows indeed.... perfect. But this time, this once? This wasn't for show, this was to save a life. Niskali rushed up to the window and hurtled through, his left shoulder slamming through the glass as he leapt over the low solid part of the wall, glaive ready to cut down any opposition that would dare interfere with this act of preservation.

The cat draws a sharp breath and, abandoning all caution, sprints toward the girl's cries. "Little!" The small, crumpled form comes into view. Raven falters only when she steps into the drying pool of blood, but she makes it to Liliath's side and presses her head against the girl's pallid cheek. Her loud, ferocious purrs rises not from joy or relief, but immense worry. "Don't worry. It's okay, I'm here. Lisa's here. She has bandages and medicine. You're going to be okay." She yelps and ducks beside Liliath when Niskali hurls himself through the grocery store's windows. "And don't worry about him," she weakly whispers. "He's a friend."

Lisa freezes when she hears the call for her name. The question of who/what that voice belongs to crosses her mind, and unlike the pentatheic warrior, fear gives her pause.

Then Raven rushes into the mist. Lisa snaps to focus and cries, "I'm coming!" She follows her familiar to the girl's side. "I'm here!" She falls to her knees by Liliath's side. "I'm here, I'm here." She moves quickly to turn the girl over, to bring her wounds into full view. She does so, hopeful that the damage can still be undone, that the child can be saved.

Niskali skids to a halt, realizing something important.

She wasn't a pentatheic. She would not have shiny scales, and would be small.

He felt very stupid, and, after looking around for a few moments, walked back out. "The inside seems clear for the moment!" he said as an attempt to justify his impulsive action, "If you require additional hands, I am willing to assist, or stand guard if you prefer."

Vincent pauses, still looming over Seo with its claws arched menacingly over her head. Crying? So the child is not yet-

Its thoughts are frustratingly interrupted by that beast of a draconic warrior hurtling through the window. Vincent turns and hisses, crouching low in preparation for a fight. Of course, the dragon would assume it was responsible for the child painfully dying outside.

Niskali's eyes scan the room, then he leaves.

Vincent hisses a bout of laughter and turns to Seo. "Now, where were we?"

They're all worrying and worrying as if they wanted to be out of here as fast as possible. He cautiously approached the wounded to give a brief look at her, but even he isn't sure if she will survive. If she was stabbed to die in here, then he at least should pick up her perpetrator's scent. The only thing is, the unknown scent has pooled from where he's standing and he is quite unsure as to where it went. Other than that, he also detected another scent that was annoyingly familiar.

Bronze doesn't know what to do next. He kept a finger in front of his muzzle to indicate that they should stay quiet. He had a feeling that they are possibly watched.

"No i won't be okay please don't lie , i will die ." she whisperd soft "Your evil version was here again , but he is gone now ." she smiled a little "But i am happy you are here." then she noticed Lisa as Lisa turned over she started crying louder "it hurts , you don't need to fix it cause it can't be fixed i will die i will die." she cried "Just like Bella but then i am with Bella so its kinda ok." "kill the person who did it to me it was S-" then it got to hard for her to talk so she stopped doing it

Niskali glances at the feline swordsman, and mutters, "If any attention would be drawn, it has been drawn already. If they choose to fight, so be it, but now is the time for compassion.". With that, he walks over, and kneels next to Liliath's shuddering, slowly failing body. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, gentle even, with tones that made clear that the emphasis in 'warpriest' did not need to always be on 'war'.

"For you to accept and understand your end as one so young, you must be of the strongest of wills. The wounds are deep, but your body has held for longer than most could. I have just met you now, but already know yours to be among the most tragic of losses; when the others spoke of you, the concern in their words spoke to more than just your youth, but to your goodness, your value as an ally, and thus to your strength. When you meet the one previously lost of whom you speak, and whichever divinity you hail most closely, I hope for them to be proud of you, for you deserve their pride and love for that which you have done, and to help your spirit's mind heal from this pain unjustly forced upon you."

He brings out a syringe from a pocket in his robe. "This is what we call Terminus," he explains, "It is chemical, and so I suspect should work here. Its purpose is to dull pain and discomfort while enhancing more positive sensations. The touches of those who care for you, for example. The care from their words. It is customarily administered to the dying, hence its name. There is no cause for the good to die in torment, the love of those around them drowned out by agony. Would you like it for your last moments?"

Liliath sighed and shook her head "I don't need it , let me die normally like Bella."

"I would say that to die in pain is not to die normally, but if that is what you wish, I will respect that decision," he says, re-pocketing the syringe and rising to his feet. "I will remain in case my services are further required or we fall under attack. My last words to you, fallen one: Rest well, warrior."

Of course she's dying. Look at all the blood. Blood on her shirt, blood on the ground, on your paws...

Raven buries her face in Liliath's bloody chest. She hears the girl's heartbeat slowing. She feels her drawing pained and shallow breaths and Raven desperately wishes the girl would just take the damn medicine. Then she feels terrible for thinking that. The fresh guilt revives her prior guilt about leaving Little. Her throat tightens and Raven's purr grows louder; the intense rumbling in her chest garbles her blubbering apologies. "I'm sorry, Little. So sorry I...I should have-should have...I should have been with you."

"I'm so sorry."

It doesn't take long for Lisa to realize how deep the wounds go, and how long Liliath had already been lying here. I can't save her.

She falls silent and cries as Niskali tries to provide comfort. She clasps the child's hand in one of her own and lays her other on Liliath's head. "Rest well," she croaks, echoing Niskali's words as all of her own sayings escape her head.