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So much for trying to keep them away, Chris. Shiloh had the were tied up, dusting his hands at his dirty work, only to look up and see the group—his teacher included—grappling with the alpha were. His eyes went huge as he looked at the portal they were leading it to. What the ******** was that? What the ******** was—he had heard snippits of Jeremiah, but honestly... he probably hadn't been paying as much attention to that whole otherworld bullshit like he should've.

He swallowed. If Chris was doing it (did he know what he was doing?)— If he was making this call...

He looked down at the were he had just tied up, eyes wide. They were... throwing them in there? Okay, s**t, okay he could do this, s**t s**t s**t.

He hoisted the were up best he could, ignoring how awkward the positioning was while trying not to get bit (the were wasn't muzzled, after all). His shoulder throbbed, but he had to do it, had to do this, had to—

"Nghn—! I hope you guys know what the <********> you're doing!" The girl from the bathroom was still fresh in his mind for one.

Shiloh is dragging the elevator were to the portal!

Shiloh Beaumont || 16 / 20 HP

"America!" Alg huffed, as she ran past him, "Not by yourself.."

If there was a were up there alive she certainly wasn't handling it alone. She needed a chaperone.

"I'm coming with you- JEREMIAH!" He yelled over the tumult, and nodded towards America and the stairs before he turned to follow her. A man with green hair seemed to be following also. He was also given a nod.

Alg will help America & Jack upstairs.

No. No. Help. No.

Exhausted, Eve let herself slump to the ground, relieved at the passed danger but in shock from the impressions she'd gotten from Michael. What if Lucas had been right?

What if they'd just made things worse for him? What if...

For someone a little callous toward death, America hated suffering. Maybe more than anything else, she hated the sight of a person or animal or anything having to endure pain. It was enough to drive her up here even at the prospect of dealing with the injured were on her own. It might be safer than the one below, but it might also be all the more violent for the pain.

Its suffering was enough for her to try alone, but she wasn't stupid. The company was more than welcome and the relief of it had her picking up her pace with confidence until they reached the were, on their side and wide-eyed, panting with pain. There was a startle as it noticed them, an abrupt motion that that had them straining up, trying to lash out and then seizing up, falling back again.

"s**t...s**t." America's face briefly crumpled and she had to turn her head away for a brief moment, composing herself as she spoke. "Well...let's do this, then."

There was a change in something just then. Some of the tension in the were seemed to leave. It was still breathing heavy, but not quite the violent panting, anymore.

"Guess I'll play muzzle again, just in case."

Reaching down, America firmly wraps her hands around their jaw and head to prevent any biting.

Jeremiah collapses the moment the Michael is through and-

-it closes. He falls to the ground and looks upwards and then over to Eve, Chris, Lily, and Shiloh. and there were others that needed to go through and this was probably one of the worst mistakes-

There's no time to process because he can here Kuroda's voice.

He's on the radio in the next moment. "Confirming presence of the threat in east conference room as neutralized." A breath, he was very even and neutral and very much sounding like someone who was not out of breath and wanting several drinks. "Please hold position as requested by Sergeant Kuroda. Survivors are being sent down the stairs and will need immediate medical attention while we verify that there are no other threats as well as finish disarming any booby traps we have found set by survivors."

Wryly thinking about the twins.

The radio was slipped onto his side and he looked to those that had gotten to other ashdown. "I don't suppose," he said conversationally to them, "that either of you have Krasnya ... I mean know how to contact Lady? We need a miracle because it's in my experience, I'm not going to find another avenue ******** up is not even the word for this.

Even knowing that these...people were only victims of circumstance, it didn't make Jack particularly sympathetic, even at the sight of the wounded were. Feeling sorry for them didn't bring back the dead.

Seeing Algernon undo his belt, he belatedly remembered his own and began to undo it as well. "That thing another part of the magic s**t?" Jack asked, eying the blue jay before he worked with America and wrapped the belt about the were's head, effectively a leather gag. Hopefully this one didn't happen to have extreme sharp teeth; bad enough it was going to get damn drool on it.

(God, he didn't dare look at his shoes at this point.)

The older man's look went over his head for a moment. Then it clicked. And then Jack groaned but didn't bother to fight it as he went to go pick the were in a fireman's carry. "How did we know that elevator would even work like that?"

Algie wasn't keen on sharing too much information with non-magical people if he could... but he did own a magical cat so he was probably doing a poor job anyway.

"Jeremiah can see entrances to the other side." He pushed his glasses up his nose. "He must have also seen something odd about the were-thing." Michael. Algie sighed a bit.

"More magic s**t."