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Flare caught one in her left hand, the other in her mouth. Her right arm remained firmly wrapped around Owle, supporting the girl.

The first burger she shoved in her pocket, then spat the second in her hand. Her fangs had left tiny holes in it. With one hand, she tore the wrapping off, then began to devour.

"Well, either the gods will destroy her, or they won't."

She took a bite after that cheerful answer, trying to pretend she wasn't particularly concerned. "She'll come back to herself in time. She just saw the one she loved kill an innocent child. Give her a few moments."

"Lightweight." Gamma commented in his native language. This was slowly degrading to a standing contest. Even if he was 7 feet tall or so, the suit's muscles weren't going anywhere.

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FOOD FIGHT!))

"...Flare?"

Owle's voice was shaky, nearly nonexistent. Her eyes were still glued to Rafe, but her thoughts were beginning to return. Just barely.

When Flare had heard, she continued.

"Tell me this isn't real..." she pleaded.

The jeep coming over the horizon would not be too hard to miss. It was painted a dull yellow - apparently a new color by how it still seemed to be slightly wet. The hood was marked by a big white rabbit image that was so obviously born of spray-paint that anyone artistic would be near comatose.

But it came - pulling to a stop a good distance from the group. (Closer to Flare's group then anyone). The occupancy spilled out - all three of them - with the grace of animals jumping out of a cage. And animals they were. Well - dressed like them at least. Each a young women dressed as a rabbit and hauling with them a suitcase of epic size.

One ran ahead - around Flare's group so as to not disturb - and over to Conrad. Her fellows followed with the suitcase wheeled between them. Long as no one interrupted the three they would end up poised before Claudia - who moved in front of Conrad - in a fashion befitting soldiers saluting the general.

Claudia - rather then greet them - just snatched the suitcase up and passed it to her boss. With grave importance he sank back into his seat and pulled it into his lap. Not to open it or even to inspect it...yet.

Athan finished the Milky Way. Unfortunately, there was no woman that popped out of the wrapper like rumor had been saying. Or if there had been, he had already bitten her head off. Still, it made him feel a little better to have something in his stomach.

It was when he looked back at his cauldron that he noticed the large amount of people nearby.

"Huh...lot more people here than I thought."

Athan then noticed a thick silver liquid surrounding a coat. He could only guess there was a body under there. The circumstances surrounding the origin of the body were unknown to him, but he wasn't going to ask. A few people seemed far too stricken by the impact of the death, so he'd let it lie.

He looked up, eyes falling upon the Chauffeur from the Guild Sector.

"Hey, you got an extra stick of that?"

What better thing to do than bum things off of people when there was nothing else around?

Owle would accept the cheeseburger, her fingers curling around it numbly. She seemed more steady now, like she might be able to stay upright without Flare's support. Keyword being might. She looked like a statue made of feathers...likely to blow away at any moment.

She held the cheeseburger like it was her long lost child, clinging to it like it could save her somehow.