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Sibyl didn't understand how Daiguren had managed to disappear out of no where and literally evaporate into nothing when she'd been holding onto his sword and have the sword come with him but she didn't dwell on the matter for too long. Her hand was majorly harmed. It'd heal in a few hours but in the mean time it was really going to hurt and she didn't look forward to that at all. As for Ceon talking to her, she listened as she inspected her hand's injury and responded accordingly as Sibyl would. "That's what pack members do for eachother. We fight as one. Of course it's alright if I'm his God mother. I'm flattered and honoured. Let me know if you need anything, I can make you a mobile or something for him if you need anything like that."

And seeing as though Ceon had run off without any warning whatsoever or explanation of where he was going, Sibyl decided that she'd might as well go off to do something. Her hand had been blistered enough that it actually hurt her and that some of the skin had been burnt off but other than that, she was unharmed. The next time she had a run-in with a Tainted, she'd be a little more prepared with the crucifixes and whatnot, assuring that they were not silver ones so that she didn't end up burning her hand again.

~Exit~

It had felt like ages since she was last here, even being back in the big city was a new feel it seemed. But she supposed it was natural after she turned to wandering the states in look of... something. She couldnt really remember why she became a wanderer, but she understood it ment coming and going without notice.

But for now, she was here to stay if only for a little while before she hit the road again. So to keep her mind off the wanderings, she headed to a place full of intresting things. The junkyard. Entering this place a flood of memories came back to her, they were mostly fun really, and she couldnt help but smile.

Of course picking up scents amoung the rotting materials was hard, but her ears were still in good condition. She could hear the sounds of someone ripping something apart and naturally took the highest feild of view she could find. This ment standing atop a junk pile and looking down at everything else.

Scanning the area she spotted someone familiar, the person who had given her that scar across her face. It was Finn alright, she could recognize that puppy anywhere. Standign atop her pile she picked up two pieces of junk, hiding one under her long coat and throwing the other playfully at Finn, missing on purpose of course.

Watching as her friend finally noticed the flying piece of metal she had tossed, the older lycan waited for the common responce. But before that she could have sworn she saw something else, something she hoped was an illusion... or a bad case of pink eye. She didnt even bother to move to avoid the flying piece of dryer... it had missed anyway.

As Finn bounded up the pile she focused on the bandages wrapped around her friends head, only just putting on a smile when she was tackled. With a laugh she struggled to hold her balance on the pile top as she hugged her friend.
"I've missed ya pup. Whats been happening?"
She asked, ruffling the lycans hair wit hher hand.

The hug was bone crunching yeah, she could feel a bone pop in her rib, but it was nothing all things considered. As she explained what had happened Z put her hand on Finns head to try and tilt it back to get a better look at the bandages. She could remember wearing something similar once, but her injury was nothing compaired to Finns.

"Please tell me this is a case of Pink Eye..."
She said in a tone simialr to, 'yeah I know what happened and I cant believe you did that.' Letting go of Finns head she put her arm at her side and gave a general shrug to Finns question.

"I've been traveling... been everywhere just about."
She commented, but her voice wasnt happy. It shoulded tired and uncaring about it. Pulling the extra piece of junk from her coat she tossesd it up before catching it again and throwing it across the Junkyard. It had indeed been a while.

"You know, Finn, we always seem to meet up here."
She commented off handedly, recalling the past and all its wonderous moments.

The Lycan couldnt help but laugh at Finns new found sence of humor.
"Finn, everytime I leave you I come back to a new you. Why is that?"
She asked, loosening up a little and reminding herself she was in a fairly safe land for now.

It was hard moving from place to place knowing you would stumble into another packs territory. Some packs were fine with it, but Z had a few new scars to prove that not all of them were that friendly. Putting an arm around Finn's shoulder she looked out over the junk and sighed.
"This is where we first met, remember? I cant believe I used to be so afraid to this city, to missing it while I am gone."
She said, not really talking to anyone the second half of her scentance.

Looking down at Finn the older lycan laughed and shook her head. This was true, she did live and intresting life, she was almost jealous. Standing there for only a few moments more Zzeill started down the pile, fully aware her ways were boreing Finn.

Stopping half way down the pile she looked back to her friend and smiled.
"Go home Finn..."
Was all she said before she jumped down the rest of the pile and headed out of the junkyard. Too many memories, and too many other places she had to go before her time here was up.

Adrian skulked through the Junkyard, his collar pulled up high and his hat pulled down low, revealing only his eyes which were hidden behind a pair of small round glasses. He had carefully organized his Blessed Needles and his Blessed Bayonets so that they were in complete order and he was able to access them very very easily, he also packed his Blessed Silver Nitrate bullets into his Musket, he was ready for Lycans or Tainted where-ever they may come from. He saw two Lycans, and quickly flipped his Bayonets into his hands, holding them Handles up with his finger tips, ready to be flung at the slightest tilt of his wrist. He then saw something, a slight flicker on a Junk pile as something disappeared, if that was the tainted Daiguren then he was in trouble if he didn't find him. He quickly flicked a small switch on the side of his glasses; they took on an orange tint as it started to scan for body-warmth. He saw the two Lycans, but kept on looking anyway, ready for the inevitable confrontation he was about to face. He then saw some very low body warmth on the top of the massive Magnet, they were faint because he wasn't very close but moving could give away his position. He cursed his Humanity as he slowly and quietly walked up to the Magnet, re-holstering his Bayonets he started to climb the Magnet, using his good Arm strength to propel himself upwards every few steps. Afetr five minutes of solid climbing he managed to reach around three quarters, he stopped for a short breather, then continued eventually reaching teh top. He made sure he stopped twobars from the top so the unkown figure didn't see his Fingertips on the edge, then with a prayer, he leapt up; Bayonets already in hand he flung one at the figure and with the time it would take for the Tainted to dodge or recover from the attack he quickly brought around his Musket and fired a shot blindly, the sparks it caused forcing him to close his eyes.