Sorana

Wita slowly leaned over to the blue prints, looked at them. She took them into her hands, tried to understand their meaning, and knew at the same time, that like this she had no chance to do so. Marcel had asked her to, he needed help and she wanted to help. He had offered to teach her and she wanted to, wanted to stay with him, to be his apprentice or whatever. She wanted to learn how to carve the stamps and she wanted to understand her own magic. She had yet to ask him about the first part, but he would never agree if he thought her stupid, if he believed that she wasn't able to understand. Wita inhaled deeply, loosened her shoulders and then she gradually stopped to store. There were no red lights, no flickering reflections on the wall and so for now she was fine, she only needed to avoid, her hand accidently crumbled the slip of paper and the forced herself to concentrate on the blueprints. Architectural plans she realized. A tower, judging the meassurements, but the left he outside away, only focused on the inside. It made it harder to recognize, which was probably the reason why they had decided to draw these incomplete plans. Her eyes swept over drawing after drawing, but she couldn't quiet place it. The letters, the inscriptions were in some kind of code, the rest were rectangular rooms, but as long as she didn't even know if the meassurements indicated the size of the whole building, or only of this part - it could have been any tower. Or even a tall building and the tower like structure was at its center. Swallowing she looked up, at Marcel, at Ryan and then spread the blue prints on the table in front of her, made sure she could see all of them. No hint at the building, only at these few rooms, but here she had exits, she had doors, she had a room that was at the top and it was empty, apart from a strange mark in it's middle. She had no way to figure this out. not like this. She tapped mental speed. It was a strange feeling, and she spend the first seconds feeling as if she had been thrown on a trail and was sitting on its top while it moved at top speed. She felt too slow to keep up, until she realized that she was keeping up, she was only holding herself back, because she was used to thinking about everything for a long, long time. Memories, they tugged at her, called for attention, but instead she stared at the blueprints, looked at the code and then tapped again. "A cellar." She started to speak, her voice fast and agitated, rushed when she formed the words for the other two to remember, because she wasn't sure how long she could keep this up, how long she could concentrate enough to avoid the red danger waiting for her. "Secret rooms, deep down in the earth." Her hand tapped on the plan of the empty room. "That one is at the top." she sorted the plans again. "An elevator - of course." She tipped at a part of one of the rooms in the ground. Her eyes rushed over the meassurements and she realized that she was breathing hard, as if she had been running for miles. Looking up her eyes were wide, when she took the room in again, the things they had found. The postcard. "Big Ben." She snatched it and placed it on top of the blueprints, then remembered the newspaper, the message. Sun, the sun. Why the sun. The room on top. She lifted the postcard stared at it, then circled a part on top of the tower. "there." she said absently minded and shuddered when the sun, the red sunlight led to screams, led to pain and fear and she stumbled away from the table her body reacting too slow, too lazy. She had to be fast, quick, the slip of paper he had given to her, flames burning her skin and the screams, so many screams. Wita pressed a hand to her face and shook her head, shook it again. "Fire." she whispered, tears running down her face, "Flames everywhere. No way out." She continued to move away from the table as if to flee from the situation, to get away. "Trapped without air, and then she was there and I could breathe." And she had lifted her out of window, had followed her. "The roof." had given in and had crushed her. "The screams." They were everywhere and they were loud, so loud that they drowned everything else and she only vaguely registered that she was screaming as well, echoing the screams in her head. @I think I am here.

Sagitta followed Price through the base, limping when her leg hurt with every step. She had a headache and was tired, the night's sleep had been close to non-existent. A servant stepped up to her, asked for her to follow her and so she did, trusted that Price influence would keep her save. The servant ld her to another doctor, who took a look at the torn stiches, and the crude ones they had placed on top and sighed. "That will be quite the scar." She stated and took a closer look, sniffed the wound. "I will clean it as good as possible, add something to ward off an infection. You have to try to keep it clean and you have to keep your weight off the leg." Sagitta grimaced when the woman removed the dried blood around the stiches, it hurt and contrasting last time, she obviously didn't have a fitting instinct to lessen the pain. She tried to stay quiet, to take the pain and push it into a small ball in her stomach and wait it out. "It will take at least another week until this is healed. You have to go soft on that leg, or it will stay open, get infected again and the damage to the surrounding muscle and flesh will be even worse." Grimly she looked at Sagitta, then handed her a crutch. "Use that. And don't use your instinct. The pain is a warning, so heed it." It was embarressing to take the crutch and figure out how to walk with it, but Sagitta did as she was told. Maybe it meant, that she wouldn't be climbing any ladders again soon. That would be relief. She followed the servant to her room, it was a little larger and the bed looked more comfortable. Same as last time there was a set of fresh cloths and she felt distached from herself when she repeated the same routine as yesterday. Head to the bathroom, clean up, dress in fresh cloths, return to your room, lock the door. And finally, finally she had a chance to sleep.

"Someone stole my breath!" Ophelia exclaimed and then pulled up her shoulder's when she realized she had nearly shouted all over the place. She swallowed and added in a normal volume. "What I was trying to say is, that I haven't seen him, but that someone who might fit this description took my breath without paying me. I think." She fell silent, then realized that she still hadn't replied to the question. "I met him not too far from here, but that was days ago. I don't know if he's still there." @Invocation

Temeria sighed, but let the topic slide. Twilight was approaching, she could always do this after her sister returned home. "I am." She agreed and plucked some coins out of her pocket. "I don't have the local currency yet, but according to Mac it doesn't really matter and most currencies are accepted." "What do you think about fetching something to eat and then you return to your guild, I return to the boarding house and -" then we walk different paths, because I have no idea what to talk about. She finished the sentence silently, then chided herself for the thought. "I could come by for lunch tomorrow, if you are interested?" She offered instead, hoped that Aln would agree. She was to only one she knew, and despite her annoyingly careful attitude, Temeria needed someone to follow, to listen to. Aln was her sister and she was still here. She was taking time for her. To let her go that easily again after all this time. No. She couldn't do that. She had to try to build a relationship, something, anything that might work. And if they only met once a week for dinner. There had to be a way. ============= @kenod

I slowly step towards the tunnel, follow the direction the ring indicates. I'm not sure what it's attracked to and so I keep my eyes open to avoid heading straight into a trap. "Hello?"

I look up in surprise when a parachute lands close to my feet and gently nudge it with my sword, to see if it's threat. Then I bend down and pick it up.

"I don't want to meddle." Temeria protested. "Don't you want to know, if one of yours vanished, or decided to leave?" She asked, shook her head unwillingly. Still the way Aln insisted made her take her words seriously. Mac had spoken about being a god, about his guild having created the world. And Temeria didn't know enough to discard a warning, so she had to consider the fact that Aln was right. She probably was taking things too seriously, but Temeria was able to defend herself. She didn't doubt that she would be fine. Ther ehad to be a way. "Is there a harmless way to talk to them? A place to leave a note, or maybe some contact person?" She inquired, unsure if it was about contacting them in general, or if Aln was afraid to meet them.

@Invocation

Confused Temeria gestured at the spren. "Didn't you just say, that you are a Truthwatcher?" She asked and tried to understand the difference. "I tought they belonged to the ancient orders." With a shrug she added. "But I can be mistaken. I haven't heard the legends of our world in a long while." She looked back at the spren and it reminded her of Mac. Better get that done before she forgot about it. "Could you show me the way to an Alley? Or at least a place where I can contact some of them?"

Jessy boarded the ship and took a place, prepared for takeoff. She didn't understand anything that was written there, but some things were nearly the same everything. "I'm ready."

Wita moved to his side and took a look at the newspaper. He was right. "I haven't noticed." She said slowly and shook her head as if to think more clearly. It didn't work of course. There was only one thing that might work and that wasn't possible. Still she was frustrated and grabbed the letter Lewis had found and read through it. Words, so many words, talking about a huge secret, but she didn't quite see the meaning. So there had been a secret. She placed it down on the table again and decided to wait for one of the others to come to a decision. "He was great music. I listened to many songs while I searched." She smiled at them and then looked at the newspaper again. "It looks, as if he had too much time." She finally stated, unable to see any sense behind the dots. @Eluvianii @Hope Spren

Satisfied Althea watched Wes finally accept the Kalea and started to unpack her bag while he and Adren started to talk. She'd brought some food, just some bread and cheese, a few fruits, durable things that didn't need a freezer to survive a day, and she placed it in the middle of the three of them. She kept her piece of chocolate cake for herself, but made an inviting gesture towards the rest, unworried about growing hungry. She could always soulcast food should the worst case arrive, and she wasn't stuck here either. "They are fascinating." She looked at the cleaver again. "Especially the personalities they developped." You would expect for the cleaver to be the aggresive one, but if you took his explanation how they developped their personalities into regard as well, the whole picture looked differently. The friend Wes had talked about. It had to be someone from his squad and she tried to remember who had been there when they had shown up, but while she could recall their faces, she hadn't really looked at the squad more detailedly, only made sure that they received a promotion, like everybody else who had fought bravely during the invasion. Problems. She took a bite of her cake and then got out her device, wrote a note for herself to take a look at this squad. It wouldn't take up much time, but she felt like someone needed to take a closer look at the situation of them. Habitually she opened her inbox and quickly replied to a few mails, then she forced herself to put it away again. Work would have to wait. She had Zokora to take care of the urgent stuff, and two other members of the Triarchy. She was here to keep her eyes open, not the spend her time writing mails. That was something she could have done at home. @I think I am here. @ElephantEarwax

Shana continued to sit with James and Ben, made sure she wasn't in their way. She leaned against the wall, the expression on Ben's face scaring her deeply. If Ben was scared on an injury it was a bad sign. One of the worst. So she kept to herself, stayed with them to offer silent comfort and waited for Ben to figure the situation out. He would know what to do, he would find a way. He always did. He was so smart, he had to find a way, he had to come up with something. And yet a part of her knew, that she was lying to herself. That it was nothing more than a cruel lie, that she looked for hope where there was none. If Ben had to take the hand off, she could cauterize the stump. The thought was scary as well and she pulled up her knees, moved them close to her chest and hugged herself. She had accepted her fate easily, had never questioned why she was supposed to fight, to kill. But sitting here, watching while James world was about to crumble she questioned her path for the first time. Life before death. How could they swear and oath like that and then kill? She had thought that she was a superhero, destined to make a difference. Like the Avengers. Fight your enemies at great risk and emerge victorious in the end. What a silly thought. She was no Avenger and her enemies were no aliens from the sky. She was just a girl, a girl about to repeat a whole year because she spend her time training. Training to kill. Suddenly the feeling of the bloodstained cloths on her skin became unbearable and she got to her feet, pointed at her cloths in a wordless explanation and rushed to her room. Grab something else, anything, head to the bathroom. She locked the door and undressed, piled everything on the ground and stared at her fac ein the mirror. She looked haunted, dried blood covered her skin, had somehow found it's way into her hair. She was shaking when she stepped into the shower and turned the water on, hot, scorching hot, then she started to scrub at her skin, tried to get rid of the blood, continued to rub over her skin even after all of it was gone. There was a new scar where she knife had sliced her side open, it looked old, but it was there nonetheless. Shana tilted her head back, her tears mixing with the running water while she tried to forget the feeling, the moment when all light left the eyes of her victims.

I stare at the sword in surprise and then carefully switch the rings, so that I hold the sword with my right hand and the silvery one is on my left hand. Then I slowly step towards the cave entrance. @kenod

I slip them on my fingers and take the box with me.

I take them out and take a closer look at them. I close the box again.

I gag when I force myself to eat, but the thought that I have to flee back into the desert leaving the food behind is a strong motivator. Two tried remaining. It's a threat and who knows if I really have two tries remaining or not. Still I try again. If I fail, I could use this box as a trap for others.

Before I touch the box, I carefully smell the fruit, then take a small bite, try to determine if it's edible. If it is, I eat one, pluck another one and then try to open the box. If it isn't... I suppose I don't get around to opening the box anymore.

If I can reach the fruit, I carefully pluck one, not touching the fruit or plant with my bare fingers. Instead I use my jacket as in between. If it works, I pluck another one. When I see the box I look up, slowly walk over, again checking for traps. I try to see if it's one of those the sponsors send us tributes.

I greedily drink some water, then fill up my little bottle and stow it in my little bag. The, as it's an oasis, I check the plants around me for food, wearily never turning my back to the open mound of the cave.

I slowly near the basin of water, carefully check the ground for traps. If there are none I proceed to the water and dunk a little piece of my jacket into it first. Then I smell the water, try to determine anything off.

"It looks like the wound of a Shardweapon." Shana wrapped an arm around him in an attempt to comfort him. He sounded terrified and she wished that she could tell him, that it would be alright, but she feared that it was a lie. So she stayed quiet, only held on to him. "Ben knows what to do. He always does."

I hope so