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For once, he didn't immediately jerk away when Westhor took his hand. He didn't exactly return the gesture, but his fingers may have curled ever so slightly around his bro's in an attempt to comfort him. While Macthor was one who usually kept his emotions in check, Westhor always seemed rather open with his. The look on his face was enough of an indication that the poor boil was distressed about what was happening.

He was not, however, apparently ready to give up. A part of Macthor admired him for this, but the other part--a slightly more selfish part--was aghast at the idea of leaving their third Thor-bro behind. He knew that it was necessary, but...

"We...we can't. I mean, what if something happens to him while we're gone?" There were only a certain few who the thunderbird really cared for, and Akithor was one who at the very top of the list. If he had to choose between acquaintances or his bro, the choice seemed pretty obvious to him. Or at least, it did--looking around at how things were turning out now, he wasn't so sure that sitting back and observing would do anyone any good right now. Perhaps...it was finally time for him to do something?

Lips pressed into a thin line, he turned to look at Tarot. She was a nice ghoul, and she had his respect (if only because he was certain that he'd be the brouncle to Tarot's scareling in the future). "What do you think?"

Ashly had stood back and listened to the others, coughing into her arm occasionally as she waited for something to happen. nobody really seemed to have any idea what to do at this point, and it was with some amount of aggravation that the smoker zombie found herself sinking against a wall and sliding down to the stoney floor below.

And then her "partner" arrived, and startled out of her current coughing fit, she pushed herself back up to her feet. "what did you expect me to do?" she rasped, even as several members from other factions began to arrive. What was this now? Ashly was suddenly too distracted by the new onslaught of information that was provided to continue on...

....and then a crackling sound in the air had her instantly on her guard, and while several of her friends, including Callie and Moira, were trapped by odd looking nets, she stumbled to the side, narrowly missing getting trapped herself. "Oh for the hatred of....candle jack, Callie, what have you gotten yourself wrapped up in?" she managed to gasp out before another coughing fit took over, her eyes sweeping over everybody who had now been captured. Cricket was telling those who could leave, to leave, and saying that she would stay behind, but what kind of defender would Ashly be if she didn't stay here to protect her friends. "I'm not leaving." She rasped out, towards anybody who was listening or might care. "they've been trapped for a reason, trussed up and ready to be packed off, more then likely." and if nobody stayed behind to protect them, what chance did they have?

Ashly is choosing to stay behind to try and help those who have been trapped

Westhor wrapped them both in a hug and she gladly returned it, awkward as her position was. When he let go of them both, Tarot took a step back and took in the teary expression on the boil’s face. She frowned, her hand automatically searching out for Westhor’s until she intertwine her fingers with his. Tarot gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Of course we’ll come back for him.” His decision to move forward surprised her, but she didn’t disagree with it. Something was awry with the cave. There would be more traps, she knew, but Tarot wanted to get to the root of everything.

When Macthor turned toward Tarot for her opinion, she pursed her lips for a moment before she reluctantly answered, “I think Westhor’s right. We should continue on and see who’s behind this.”

Her phone vibrated and she saw Arcana’s message. Slowly, she typed out a message with one hand.

When the net fell on him, Zeke reacted with hyena-fast reflexes. Actually, due to his natural ability of enhanced senses, the next few actions were probable. However, escaping, not so much.

His senses told him he wasn't going to get out in time-- so the gargoyle would find a notebook and attached-pen thrown at his face.

It would be a moment before it registered with Skylar, if he wasn't caught yet, that Zeke was caught. It really was incredibly painful to move, much less get out.

"Tch."

The painful grunt, as Zeke tried to reach into his pockets. But he couldn't dig his phone out. "H-Hey Sky .. Can I ask a favor?" Considering Zeke's precious notebook was thrown at Skylar and what Zeke was always doing, it wasn't hard to guess what the favor was.

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There. Malcolm was all caught up and he'd just have to let her do that solid favor for him this time, because it wasn't like she could take the text back at this point.

With Bee in tow, as per usual, she made her way into the cave with a newfound purpose. If she didn't find Quibble's sorry a** here, he was gonna punch him. And maybe get suspended and have to wait another year to graduate, but it'd be worth it this time.

Just as soon as the Musimon was lifting himself off the ground, the sparks started to fly. Literally. He bleated and jumped, rolling in a way that allowed him to avoid the electrical nets. Huffing and puffing, he stood shakily to his feet. Where had this come from? Certainly the Reaper had set it up; the man couldn't be trusted. They had known that - that's why they fought him. That's why they would defy him. The mysterious Reaper - he wasn't getting away with this bull crap.

When Cricket told everyone to go ahead, he was torn. Defending the healer was his job, but he'd been told to move. So...he moved. He ran ahead, not looking back. Time to defend.

Malcolm could feel his phone vibrating, but thanks to the net over his legs, did not have the energy to reach for it; instead, he continued to lay there, frowning. The cave was just there... It was so close.

Kani twitched between the pain, curling in as her scorpion tail jerked in response. This wasn't just a trap, but the netting felt like it was trying to make it's captive mush. She didn't like mush.


Kani is trapped.