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"It was flying around." Lizanne continued to inspect the doorman. "Lisa, maybe you should take a look at his journal as well." She called out to Lisa. Lisa was inteligent, she and the doctor and spoken about so many things, she had had a hard time to grasp. Maybe Lisa could make sense of it. @kenod @Voidus @Fatebreaker
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"We're checking him for injuries. He had pills with him, but they aren't labeled. Maybe we can find out what they do by taking a closer look at his body."
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Amara touched his arm. "Thank you for your service. You can go now. A strong man as you, is surely needed somewhere than with two women and an injured boy on a roof." She smiled politely.
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"An eye. As large as a small melon. It appeared out of nowwhere, looked at me, at us, and then vanished." She shuddered. If the eye was spying on them, then her masters might know where she was. Uneasily she looked over her shoulder. They needed to change place as soon as possible. She couldn't go back to them, she had escaped the chains once, there was no way she would do it a second time. Even the thought of a chain closing around her ankles again chocked her. She knelt down next to the doorman. "I need your help. Four eyes see omre than two." She started to check him for injuries.
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Althea looked over the situation and then calmly walked to Frob. "I don't want to ask this twice." she stated, her voice cold, void of emotion. She had practice to hide how she felt, and she had no patience for Frob, for the games he played. She felt raw, about to shatter under the pressure of the rioter, of the memories he woke, of the voices talking in her mind. But she hid it, hid it well under a mask of ice. Her head gestured towards Hellbent, blood dripping onto the ground from his body. "You can answer my question, or you will answer to him, I don't care." And I don't care if he rips your legs from your body, her tone told him. "Where is Vesuvius?" @Gancho Libre
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Shana snuggled against Bens side and rested her head on his shoulder. It was She was tired, but she listened to the debate, let the voices wash over her. Her eyes fell shut and she slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Lizanne continued to strip the corpses of their belongings, handing the things to Renata. She kept the dagger for herself, as well as a quarter of the chyrsts. "The handwash could be useful." She remarked and took a look at the pills, then pocketed them as well. When she neared Nitinyas' body an eye appeared. It was huge, as large as small melon and it stared at her, then darted away, looked at each of them. Lizanne yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards, fell over her leg. Groaning she stared after the eye, but it vanished. Nobody else seemed to have noticed it, how could you miss such a large thing? Hastily she searched Nitinyas, found a small book and then got back to her feet. " I think we should take a closer look at the doorman." She held up the pills. "If he has an older injury, these might be pain killers." @ZincAboutIt
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"Gladly." Lizanne handed her the findings and walked over to the next corpse. A woman. Her skirt would be perfect for some bandages and her socks looked warm. The shoes were impractical slippers, but she had a hairband, which Lizanne pocketed for herself. It was bloody, a grey substance smeared over it, but it seemed to be intact. "Her tunic should fit you. It's bloody, but there are no holes."
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Lizanne noticed her looking away from the blood and then took the sphere. "Stand watch, I can do this." She pulled of the shoes and then patted down the corpse, searched for hidden pockets, a belt knife, food or money. Expertly she stripped the man of his shirt and trousers as well. The shirt had a hole and was bloody, but apart from that it was a good shirt. @Voidus
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His kicks hit her once, twice, thrice, so often she couldn't count it. Her mouth tasted like blood and she groaned in pain, then forced herself to focus. Pain and fear, they were strong, strong enough to erase all logical thought from her mind. They are good. Unusual, but they fit you. Brashen whispered, while she pressed a hand against the foot Verk was standing on. Althea didn't care for an elegant use of her surge, no beautiful discussion, just a vlash between her will and his body. A stone statue stood above her, then fell to the side crumbled on the floor. The pain, the desperation, the grief didn't stop, they were still there, ripping into her mind. Sobbing she pressed a hand against her face, wished it would stop. It was too close to what Max had rioted at Oasis, it was too close to what had lead to her oath. Slowly she got to her feet and wiped some of the blood out of her face. The rioter. She had to find him, there was no way she would, but she had to. I accept them. Brashen hugged her neck and she touched him lovingly, then inhaled again, felt her body knit itself together. "Kill the smoker, then I can find the Rioter." She called out, but while her words were self confident her tone said something else. They had no chance, no matter what she did. @Ark1002 @Minato™ @I think I am here.
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The woman turned. "Did you write these papers?" She asked him, holding one of them up to show what she meant.
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Lizanne got to her feet. "I'll help you. Don't let the fire go out." She told those still sitting around the fire. "Let's stay together? We don't know what's out there." @ZincAboutIt
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"Do you plan to do what Wilhelm does?" Lizanne asked. "He tries to get water out of the wine." "And in general, we will need to mount a watch. Anybody got a clock so that we can devide the night evenly?"
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"You realize you moved in with a bunch of teenagers?" Shana grinned at him, covered her uneasyness. "We just end up doing unhealthy things."
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Lizanne handed her her bowl. "I'd like to see it again." Then she softly touched Renata's arm. "Do you want to talk?" She offered quietly.
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Shana nodded and settled down next to Ben. "I'm fine with that." Her eyes stayed on Doc though. Had he really missed what happened? Didn't he care, or did he think they could handle it, sort it without him? She averted her glance, looked to the floor.
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Lizanne handed her a bottle of wine. "You should drink. We need to clean the wound, maybe sew it shut. It will hurt and we have no painkillers available." She smiled a thin smile. "The wine will help."
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"Hey Arun. Come up. It's warmer here and we've got something to drink as well." Lizanne waved at her sitting leaned against the wall. @Blessing of Potency
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"She could sit here with Wilhelm and me, look after the fire." "Then she's not alone and I can drink with her. Or at least watch her drink." Lizanne offered and returend to massaging her leg. It hurt, a lot, but she'd never tell them.
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"Whatever you decide. I like them all."
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Wordlessly Lizanne reached out for the bottle and drank as well. She grimaced when the alcohol ran down her throat, then handed the bottle back. "We could boil some of the curtains and rip them into stripes to use as bandages." She suggested, then looked at Hellbent. "Thank you for the offer. I hope it won't be neccessary though."
