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Both elves sighed, not liking this sense of not being able to do anything. Rave looked at Eri, "Lucien could get to where his victims were... You saying you can't do that?" Eri sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can do that for myself, but I can't take anyone around me. It bothers me a bit, but I can't do anything about it. If there's no one down there, then it'll be fine and I can find a way out, but that doesn't mean that she'll be okay." Rave groaned, "if we can't think of anything else, do it. Gambler? Any ideas?"

"Ah, my good man. I shall teach you how to cook. We learned from Uncle Joker. He's one of the best cooks around so pay attention." He said with his russian accent coming in strong and frowned at the dirty cookware. "Perhaps you could help me clean first yes?"

Gambler grinned. "Well, you might not like my main idea. I was thinking however, if you could keep to the shadows without being detected then you can perhaps find a way in and out instead of focusing on getting Aria. She's the goal and we just need a way in and out." She shrugged. That was the subsititute idea instead of her main idea.

Gambler sighed since she wasn't going to dodge this one especially when Rave was giving her this look she couldn't quite explain but knew that it could make her spill the beans. "Well, I was just thinking of doing things the usual way. Flush out the bad guy, possibly compromise on something and kill someone." She said bluntly but shrugged. "But hey, your the masters of your skills not me." Even if she had a lot of tricks up her sleeves. Let her be considered weak and when the right time came, she would whip out her powers.

Logan smiled and nodded then rolled up his sleeves. "I could use some busy work. Eh, what are we supposed to wash with? I didn't bring any dish soap..." he murmured and picked up a rusty pan caked with grease. He wrinkled his nose and looked at Hans. "So much for manly work," he joked and laughed.

Logan subdued and began to scrub at the pan wearing away at the grease until a dingy black began to show beneath. "If my ma could see me know I don't think she'd know what to do with herself," he remarked idly. "My pops would throw a fit though I could tell you that. 'Cleaning isn't mans work. A real man goes out into the city and brings home the bacon for his family. A hunter, now that's a man.'" He immitated his father's gruff voice and smiled.

Logan looked up at Hans with a half smile. "So what about you? Got a lady?" he asked and went back to scrubbing the pan.

Aria was floating in a parallel state, not dead, not quite alive. Magic still stirred in her blood but not enough. She was Fae, she needed magic to live, and she could only obtain it through going to Hoa-Ki. But she was so weak and higher thought seemed like too much energy. Her hear beat slowed and her breathing grew shallow. In the back of her mind she knew she should center her mind and meditate. She knew if she could just go to Hoa-Ki she could survive.

But the rhythms of breathing became all she could focus on, inhale... exhale. Once automatic became something that needed reminding of. One... two... three... four... The pauses between hear beats stretched out to four, nearly five seconds. The magic in her veins was wearing thin. It wouldn't be enough. Bane had taken too much.

Great Mother. Aria stopped focusing on breathing long enough to call to Hoa-Ki. A desperate measure. Maybe she'd come, maybe she wouldn't. But she had to try, she had to trust her goddess to come and save her.

And she wasn't disappointed. Aria slipped into a meditating state, and her breathing and heart beats began to slowly, slowly, pick up pace and strength.

Katrina glidded through the dark, it swimming around her fixed to her skin. She hurried down the black street her victim just a few houses down. She had been watching him for days now, and it was time to strike, he will be leaving for work when in a few seconds, and she needed to be ready.