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Spooky frowned and a thought crossed his mind.

They had been looking to regroup for several hours now, but no one had bothered to use the radios outside of Ebris. Why the hell no one else had, he had no idea. Spooky squeezed the radio attached to his chest rig and spoke into the headset, in a singsong voice.

"Ebris, Ebris, WHERE THE ******** ARE YOU!?"

He had just sung a verse from Daisy Bell, but now it was more like Hunter Bell.

"Detained? What nonsense!"

He swiped his arm out to the side.

"You all have been rescued!"

Technically, her hands were tied to the arms of the chair.

James pulled out his knife and cut one of the bonds, freeing her left hand for a moment. He had brought a few things from the vending machine with him, and he placed a can of grape soda into her hand whether she was sobbing or not.

"Drink that, you'll feel better."

Right now, he wasn't being the most supportive person in the world... but that's because he was acting as a mercenary that had taken her hostage. It's not like he was supposed to be her best friend right now.

He pulled the lower portion of the mask down to his chin for a moment, which would remove the gas filter and keep his voice from being so obscured. Perhaps he'd sound a little bit nicer when his voice wasn't reverberating due to the mask. Grief was a pretty tricky thing to deal with, especially when firmness was still required.

"What group are you with? We'll see if we can find them." He tried to make his tone a little nicer.

Oh yeah... and those waves of grief that were emanating from her. Something was wrong... but James was not the most metaphysically competent person in the world. Her jewelry didn't mean much to him other than that it was probably important for something.

Bleu watched as the man with the chainsword cut up the other man. He sighed as he turned around and started to walk away. His orb following him. He walked to a half destroyed APC and went inside. There he shuffled through everything he could. He managed to find combat gear he removed his current jacket and scarf and put on the combat gear. He was now wearing a full getup of kevlar and clothing. he then attached his sword to his new not half burned up belt and put his jacket back on, he put the scarf in the jacket pocket and walked out of the APC. Finally he had clothes again.

Sunstone-Creates a small orange globe in the spell users hand which will float and follow the spell caster or move according to his will. Keeps the area at an even 65-70 degrees F(18-21 degrees C) with a radius of 30 ft. (Obtained in gaia event Unity)

A flying wraith?

Spooky was confused at what he had just witnessed. The soldier considered his options and lifted his M4. At the range provided, Spooky could easily make this shot. He placed his head on the top of his rifle's stock and squeezed the trigger. Repeatedly. Several three round bursts left the barrel of his gun, they were supersonic 5.56 rounds that could tear straight through armored plating. So, a flying demon thing had just about no chance at all at stopping these bullets from ripping into it's body. It was like shooting birds out of the sky, and the bird was a giant ******** idiot.

In any case, the soldier would continue shooting until the thing dropped dead.

She managed to spill about half of it as she raised the purple can to her cracked lips, before finally managing a sip between sobs. Then she slumped forward again, shuddering as grief continued to overwhelm her. "...mozz..." she managed, barely audible as always. "...i-i'm so-so--sorry...! icantstopcryiii~" and then once again she broke down into tears, nearly dropping the soda as she did so, and certainly spiilling more of the beverage over her hand.

Well it was about ******** time the a** got into gear and stopped screwing around with the other two HUEG GAIS. As he stomped on in, looking exasperated beyond all else, Ryke popped around a corner and slid into his line of view, despite figuring he would care less.

"Yo. The hell were you doing out there, screwing around like some schoolboy? Don't we have s**t to do?"

The rumble and roar of the chainsword the psychotic cyberpunk wielded earned her curious glance and she just caught the scene as he tried to be-head some random twit on a whim. And then there was some other dude rambling about the captives being free...

What a weird bunch.

"Hey. You done being stupid? What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Ryke referred to her partner again, ignoring the idiot meta who was now flying away in attempt to escape Dzan's weapon.