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It was almost reassuring to see the were go down, even more that America didn't want to kill her. He felt bad for the girl, all things considered, and without a second thought he pulled off his belt, offering it to America.

"Here, here's mine," He said, looking down at the girl as he crouched down. "I'm really sorry I kicked her, she freaked me out so bad."

He rocked back on his heels, placing his hands on his knees as he studied the girl. "Where should we leave her? The elevator?"

Chris watts || 20/20

Chris wants to spare her
(for the love of god NO ON ELSE PLS ATTACK)

America kept her hands securely over the jacket, not willing to risk letting up just yet until the girl was truly secured. The question of where to keep her was...god, where would even be safe? The elevator comment received a thoughtful look, "If there's a way to make sure it doesn't go down to the first floor? I've never been here before," she admitted.



(this is a warg roll)

It was hard... Shiloh was torn between pity and fear. He wanted to feel bad—and he did, genuinely so—but he had to remind himself that she was a threat too, whether she wanted to be or not. Was the one who started this the same way? Had they not meant for this to happen? Shiloh closed his eyes, remembering the nurse and her throat gashed open and the blood pooling on the floor. Yeah, it was hard to find forgiveness in that.

But in the same breath, the rouge were was now a murderer, and he wasn't sure how easy it was to live with that notion either.

Then of course, claws went flying and Thorne got hit.

"Jesus <********> Shiloh swore, trying to grapple with the arm. Someone had handcuffs—that was good, but where had they been before? His eyes were wildly flying back to Thorne and the fresh blood and the girl because he had a mission to keep her restrained dammit, but his concern started to prevail. There were plenty of able bodied people here, and the girl was being handcuffed, and that meant he could let up.

Part of helping was knowing your place too, he supposed. Only so many could try and "help" before it turned into a counterproductive ******** my god Thorne— are you—?" he had confidence that the man could take it, but it didn't lessen the worry. He'd been focused on keeping Jamie safe, yeah, but that didn't mean he had forgotten about everyone else here. Then again, he wasn't sure how freaking out over his borderline pseudo-caretaker would help, but he warbled out his concern nonetheless, already grabbing his scarf off to use as a makeshift bandage.

Shiloh is sparing the were

Shiloh Beaumont || 20/20 HP

In her rush to grab the girl, Lily hadn't anticipated that sense of family to wash over her again, and with it rolled a wave of guilt and nausea as the others proceeded to pin and pummel the girl. She tolerated it as necessary until Algernon essentially punched the girl in the head. "Hey, watch it, this is still somebody's kid," she warned with a critical look, even though she herself struggled to contain the flailing arms.

Claws tore free and slashed at the one person outside of pack she needed to watch out for. Again, she felt the nausea, the shame, the failure.

"It's gonna be okay, Cornpuff," she said, trying to use her voice to be comforting while her arms were still preoccupied. "Hey, why don't you help your buddy get his scarf around his arm. It'd be a huge help." Focus on the positive. Redirect attention. Try not to look at her crumpled body.

When Lily turned to Falco, she shrugged with her shoulders, shaking her head. "We were all taken there and then brought here, I don't even know how we would get back." She glanced back at the general assembly, trying to block out the pain she could feel from the girl.

"Anybody else have magic dimension powers, or anything handy they'd like to share?" If she was forced to be outed by this whole affair, she was at least going to ask for backup. She wasn't sure how many more victims she could grab.

HP: 20

It was hard to catch his breath as he stood there, watching, shivering, wanting to disappear. It still felt like his fault, even when Lily and Thorne reassured him. Thorne had been hit for ******** sake and he was taking it better than Jamie was. That only made him feel worse.

"I-I'm sorry..." he muttered, because it kinda felt like he might cry if he tried to say anything else. "Sorry.."

Bumbling over to Shiloh on wobbly legs, he tried to help with the makeshift scarf-bandage. He might not be much help, and it's not like they could really wrap it around him where he'd been hit, but it was better than doing nothing. Even if it didn't feel like it, right?

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Jamie Delaxcroix
HP: 20/20

Attracting so much attention wasn't something Jamie was used to and it was obvious in the small tint to his cheeks as America chimed in this time. All he wanted to do was keep avoiding the situation, to distract himself with busying his hands helping Shiloh, but the inherent firmness in her instruction spurred him to answer.

"I... o-okay," he agreed, trying to fight back against the upset shiver of his voice. It was hard not to apologize again. You can be damn sure he wanted to.

"I'll, um, try not to get distracted n-next time..." Even if he hoped there wouldn't be a next time, he knew there probably would be. "And... grab both hands... or something." Were they even gonna keep going with the dog pile on the were tactic?

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Jamie Delaxcroix
HP: 20/20

"Great... ok... Great." Falco heaved a sigh and straightened up as they clipped handcuffs onto the unconscious rogue. The bracelet and watch were a sort of stomach churning little reminder that she was well... somebody. That had things gone slightly differently, she could have been any of them. "That was only mostly horrible. ... Where to next? The conference rooms?"

He didn't think she'd been the one knocking on their door...or rather... he doubted they'd be that lucky. "Not gonna freeze up this time." He added, more to himself than anyone else.