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As Kobei heard this, she got up, and bolted off tword the directions he had given her. She had left the dojo, leaving KB's body behind. She could only save him mentally, and later on, she would return for the physical portion. ~Once we reach the cavern, take control, i'm exhausted...~

Kobei had slipped her way back to the Dojo easaily. She had light bandages wrapped around her nude body, as she was just here to retrieve something of great value.

Kobei quickly ran along the path into the dojo building, her feet bare, and splashing mud up agianst her pale skin. She crouched, and hid, keeping out of sight, as she hoped that the Cyborg wasn't still there. Kobei pushed open the front door to the Dojo easaily, and slinked inside. KB had still been inside her mind, and she kept as quiet as she could to not let anyone know she was there.

Running upstairs, leaping from stair to stair, she had reached the floor of the room that everything happened. She nearly bumped into the lab tech, and hurried out of sight. She almost blew her cover. Hearing the Lab tech leave, and decend the stairs, she made her way into the room, and held her hand up to her face, and cringed. The smell of vomit, and other secreations made her gag, not to mention the life that was growing inside of her made her have a slight twinge of morning sickness. She did not know just yet, she just felt like she was sick. Being Rigidl, her belly would grow, and she would take the suttle hint she wasn't just getting fat.

Kobei stepped over the pool of vomit she had left the night before, and made her way to the porcelain tub. It had been broken open, with an obvious bullet hole to what remined of the shattered side. There, lay KB's humanoid body, and she tried her hardest to lift him over her shoulder, and carry him out. He weighed a fair amount, slowing her pace by half speed. On her way out, she would retrieve her lance, and unsummon it. In the wrong hands, it would be devastating on the receiving end of it's power. Kobei took a few looks around, and decided it was time to head back, and make sure that KB would be able to live in his body once again. She didn't want his body to spoil too much.

Kobei had carried KB downstairs, trying to keep the wooden stairs from creaking under weight. She had made her way outside, seeing that the lab tech had made his way off tword the opposite direction. Kobei had readjusted KB's body onto her other shoulder during the switch, she had inspected him, and saw that he was concious in his own body again. She started her way back to the Factory, sluggishly, and silently.

Growling to himself, Hidjie walked back into the room. There had to be something here. Upon opening the door he was assaulted by smells he really wished he hadn't smelled. His stomach began to churn and he almost threw up. "No, hold it together..." Looking down into his hand, a mug of hot coffee was drifting steam up into the air, he closed his eyes and cringed. That smell made it so he would not eat or drink the rest of the day. Kneeling down he set the cup on the floor and then entered the room. His boots stepped in something slick, and he preyed to god that it wasn't what he thought it was...looking down he saw his boot covered with blood. The top layer was dried, but the inner resevour was still slick and wet. Blood, just blood...that made him cringe again. It was HIS blood, when he rammed that steak into his leg...or he rammed the steak into their leg...or they rammed...oh, it was too confusing. Continueing inward, careful as to where he put his foot next, he went into the bathroom. The porcline tub had a large hole blown in it's side where his, or their's, bullet punched through it. The hole in the wooden door was on a perfect level to match the one in the tub.

Walking into the bathroom he began to examin the area. There was some vomit here, and some blood there...the dried blood and old vomit could account for some of the horrible smell. No...his, or their, memories...that smell was something else as well. And Hidjie cringed again, taking a firm hold on his churning stomach, at the thought of what it was. Something caught the corner of his eye, not simply because it was there but because of the fact it was too random to just be there by accident. Kneeling down, beside a counter, he picked up a tie. "A tie...?" he murmered to himself as he turned it in his hand. It had some of the dried vomit on it, and Hidjie tossed it into the sink. "Nasty..." Standing up he turned the sink on, washing the tie off. He wasn't quite sure why, but maybe that thing had something to do with the tie. He hadn't been wearing a tie, and she certainly hadn't been...and now that he thought about it, his "red vision" had shown a man there!! Not that monster, but a man!

With the vomit rinsed from the tie, and padded down with a dry tower, Hidjie stuffed the tie into his jacket's pocket and started out of the room. He was feeling so sick at that moment, and he really didn't feel like sicking up the little food he'd managed to get ahold of. Slamming the door shut behind him he decended the stairs, more than once his legs threatened to give out under him and he had to support himself more on the hand rails and walls. Finally down the stairs he stumbles over to the couches. A young lady was mopping the floors, explained why the place remains clean despite the fact that he and the woman had battled and bled in the room not but two nights ago. He wanted to go over and introduce himself, but he really didn't feel he had the energy too. He felt very...weak. Walking over towards the couches he let his legs finally give up and he collapsed down on the cushions. Slinging an arm over his eyes he drew in a ragged breath...why did he feel so cold? His face was slicked with sweat, yet his body was shivering. The strange heatlike haze began at his feet again, but didn't expand past his ankles before it was stamped down on. "Oi..." He murmered as he turned himself so he was laying on his side, stareing at the door of the dojo. Why was it getting darker? His eyes were slowly creeping shut, and soon Hidjie found himself in a realm of darkness, light shuttered out by his eye-lids. And despite the fact it was his own eyes being shut he could not seem to open them.

Hidjie's eyes pop open, his temperature fallen back to it's regular level. He blinked in confusion. He felt on the verge of death...yet now he was perfectly normal? Pushing the blanket off him he sat up and stared ahead..."Whoa, what a rush." he murmered to himself as he pulled the warmed cloth off his head. Setting the rag on the arm of the couch he stood up, testing his legs for support. They held, firmly, so he took a few steps towards the girl who was cleaning away at the dojo...or was. "Hey...umm, yea, thanks." He wasn't quite sure as to why he said thanks...she was the only one around so he figured she had done some of that magic crap and healed him.

Hidjie scratched at his head, his hair of gold and sun wrapping around his fingers. "Did you get me the blanket?" He called after her, taking a few steps closer. Stuffing his hands in his jacket pocket he felt the fabric of the tie. That monster...where the hell did it go? Almost as if the thought had summoned the haze it began to eat away at his feet. His left foot remained perfectly normal, except his boot changed from slick and clean to rough and dirty, but his right foot began to disappear entirely, with the exception of a single wooden stick. Shaking his head he forced the haze back and and started for the numerous weapon racks. What a way to die...locked in battle with another, determined to be the last one out, almost like a bard's tail. A smile graced his lips, charming and elegant, as he turned back to where the girl had disappeared to. He wasn't really in the mood to be nice to anyone, his thoughts still plauged of that monster, but that was no excuse not to be polite.