Welcome to Gaia! ::

Janani notices that Cross looks away. Tilting her head, she's about to get up and ask why...before realizing that she's still half-naked...to a human. She rolls her eyes before putting WhiteRose down and putting on her shirt. It might be little help, considering that she looks like she's been stranded on a deserted isle for who knows how long (heh, get it ^_^ ), but it's better than nothing. She then picks up her Cat Plushie and places it on her head, as she had before. Despite her rather exagerated movements, Janani manages to keep WhiteRose on her head as she comes eye-level with Cross.

Seraphim? They are a very high order of Angels... I am not one of them. There is no singular Seraphim, silly.

Janani smiles. She has no idea why that the Seraphim Cross refers to is a singular Seraphim who also happens to be of the Seraphim Order. She also has no idea that Tavin is a more powerful angel than she would ever fathom meeting...or was. They, both, know many more secrets than her or the Shard Order. Afterall, they hold much more power than she ever will. Janani, however, finds one more question in her wandering mind.

Can I meet this Tavin character?

Janani looks around the, now, empty room. She really doesn't want to leave... What if that demon finds her, again? What if...he could still smell the blood on her? Shaking her head in anxious fear, she slams the door...without meaning to. She nearly jumps at the sound of that. Taking a deep breath, Janani crawls into her bed...fitted just right for her. She lays WhiteRose down and falls into a nightmarish slumber. That demon hounds her...even in sleep...

*cross sits in the stool at the side of coras bed.... some time several hours prior exhaustion had finally taken him and he doses in the same possition he hhas been in all night.... holding vigil over the sleeping Cora.... his head rests in his right hand... his other hand stretched out as if to reach for hers... but not daring to do so..... he shifts a little as if about to awaken but remains basically the same*

**Room 5, continued from Guest Rooms, 51**

*Luana finally gives up on the game and turns the calculator off. She heads for the door, picking up her key and the empty soda bottle on the way.*

**Exit Luana to Main Room, 454**

*cross opens his eye and reaches out toward cora..... but she's not therer... instantly he siezes feeling the fear that she had faded already.... but then he turns and notices the door partly adjar.. he sighs with relief....stands..... and then promptly fades out returning to the volcanic jungle...*

::Lilly finally locates the room with her number on it and opens it, she peeks in slowly and then goes in, closing and locking the door::

Coming in from the bar, Janani carefully reads the numbers upon each door. This Brink place is an interesting stopover. She has no idea what it really is, and she has a feeling that the Shard library would have little, if anything, to offer. She's made up her mind to return home, to the Shard village, and look, anyway. It's what her brother would have done. Shrugging, Janani finds the door to her room and unlocks it. Walking in, she closes the door, locks it, and prepares herself for bed.

The sound of clomping boots passed by room after room as Tac tried to remember which was Cora's. He stopped at the end of a hallway and banged his head against one of the walls, "Think damn you, Think!" He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed onto a shock, tugging at it. Tac groaned and hit his head against the wall again, pausing after the third hit, just before the fourth, "This way!" He took of running again in the direction of her room.

He stopped as he approached the door, undoing a clasp on his belt that released a strap that was holding two grenades, dropping them to the ground, he wouldn't need them. His two pistols and their holster dropped next to them along with two extra clips. He pushed the items just out of sight as he walked to stand in front of her door. He slowly raised his hand and knocked, three times, each measured and solid, but not without a slight trepidation as he looked over his hand. What if she didn't recognize him?