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Guardian Cat Brioche

Diligently, Brioche rode on Kiviuq shoulder to the barracks, his eyes wide in awe at their surroundings. So this was what it was like.. So peculiar it was with it's shifting colors and the brokenness that seemed to plague the area. But the steps of his new Senshi was so sure and strong that he could not help but gently rub his head to her cheek as they entered the barracks and she began to look for medical supplies on her own.

"Do know, I am proud of you. You are taking this so well, and do not hesitate. You should be proud of yourself as much so as I am." Happy his bit of affection was shown, he hopped off her shoulder and began to sniff out all that he could. Atleast, as much as his nose would allow after being assaulted by the heavy scent of cleaning supplies. Were he any less of a gentleman he would have gagged.

A strong Squire appeared beside them (Shang) in a short amount of time and he looked up at him, curious to know who he was, what he was doing here, but even his own curious attitude had to be stifled in face of the dangers ahead.

"I agree.. Medicines, bandages.. Pain killers. If they are in pain, they cannot think. If they cannot think,how could they stand any such chance against us."

Sailor Kiviuq Senshi of the Arctic, done gathering supplies and moving towards the training room
After gathering a few pain pills, bandages and padding and placing them in the pack she threw it over her shoulder and looked down at Brioche as he hopped off her shoulder and started sniffing around. However, the ruckus in the hallway drew her attention away from where she was and she kind of let out a small sigh and rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous, no one was being cooperative and it appeared to her that everyone had their own ideas and no one wanted to work together or someone would come up and want to do their own thing. This was just what she was gathering from what she was hearing. She exited the room and now that she had medical supplied just in case she needed a weapon. "Brioche, I need some sort of a hand held weapon. My magic is purely defensive.." She said in a hushed tone looked back at him.

It seemed to her that the group by the door where people were whispering seemed to have a poor idea of what they were doing and while they were doing that she was going to get a weapon of some sort. At least she needed one. She hoped Brioche followed her and she went to search for something she could use. She saw some weapons laying around but saw they were in poor taste and wanted to check out what was in the training room. Perhaps there was something left in there even if it was just a training weapon. She'd be good with even just a baseball bat to be honest. There were enough people dealing with the opening or not opening of the door so she'd leave them to that. Besides, it was starting to look like a real gaggle over there and she didn't want to be a part of that just yet, once it cleared up and wasn't a complete death trap with everyone bunched up like that.

Sailor Halley, Senshi of Superstition - Sneaking down the hallway.

Halley had slide into the barracks a little on the late side, as she entered she paused looking around. There was a lot of issues. Noises, whispers, auguring, she frowned as she slunk down the hallway being careful so her boots didn't make any noise. She was looking for something that would catch her attention and she skirted around any senshi that she passed doing her best to go unnoticed completely.

She was growing closer to those that had managed to sneak farther up the hallway than the rest of the groups who were still dealing with the first few rooms. She was peeking around the corners and doors looking for anything interesting surely there would be something that would catch her curiosity.

Sailor Etamin of Hieroglyphics- Lost

Again, Etamin had been lost in thought when everybody left. He scrambled to follow after them and found himself completely lost. He ended up in some bland hallway. Where did Cadmus and Iduna go? He dialed up Cadmus' number.

As the arguments grew more heated even in whisper form it seemed to draw on the mysterious location of the voices. Those sneaking deeper passed different locations, including a kitchen with pots and pans stacked to the ceiling near the sink, upon closer look there was something strange gleaming on top of one of the cabinets, those pans might be sturdy enough to climb in order to reach it if someone was brave and dumb enough to attempt it. Also there was a training room clearly meant for hand to hand combat, as there were kick boxing dummies, punching bags, and other materials here.

Up the hallway there were also more infirmaries and in these, were actually sleeping negaverse agents that seemed badly wounded. These doors were slightly ajar and when peeking inside they could be seen resting, some were hooked up to monitors. There were a handful of them. The keys like in all the other open doors where inside the lock, waiting for someone to just pull the door quietly too and locking it. It seemed that there were a few people sitting there, having dozed off. As tempers flared around them, it seemed like these were agents that couldn't protect or defend themselves and would need some help to keep themselves safe. This was not where the voices were coming from, though there was the occasional sob.

Inside the room that Perdita kicked the door open on, the needle on the record player skipped and suddenly the song changed to Good Bye, So Soon. There was no one else in the room. However the room did house some interesting books. There were how to books on doctoring and other books for dummies. It wasn't a complete waste at least, if someone wanted to pillage the books.

Sailor Halley - Heading into the Kitchen

The kitchen caught Halley's attention instantly. She headed inside and was looking up at the thing that glittered. She was pondering if she could reach it. Though she thought some help would be lovely.

Kerberos knew this place. Kerberos knew this place painfully well, and his breath hitched briefly as he took steps further in. This was...this was where he had left Caledonite, that terrible night, when he had fled rather than face what he had done. There were infirmaries here, sick agents, people who wouldn't be able to defend themselves.

Stealth was obviously out the window, so he made no real attempt to be quiet, just fast.

He bolted for the door of the infirmary, and planted himself very firmly in the doorway, arms crossed and stance firm. There had been discussions of chemical weapons and fire, no part of him trusted anyone present here to leave alone vulnerable victims.