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"No, I knew that." Eara replied, trying to keep her voice as level as she could. "But I really don't have any other option, do I? It's hardly in my nature to surrender easily... So... what terrible, agonizing ordeal are you going to put me through now, huh? You might as well get on with it."
She'd been hanging around Fir for waaaaay too long. She almost worried about hanging out with Mor or Ava or Vince again....
No doubt they'd notice, that is, IF she managed to live through this.

Yuki nodded, carefully hoisting Hapushi up. "C'mon kiddo." she encouraged gently, "In we go.."
But after Hapushi was safely inside, she took the liberty of salvaging all medicines, inventions---absolutely anything she could move.
She didn't want to risk it.

Garren grinned. "Well, we'll have to wait until these scars set won't we?" he murmured, "Perhaps we'll have to carve you some lady parts. You're going to be bitching like a broad soon enough..."
He moved to his other arm, once again carving elaborate and intricate snakes twining around his arm. "Guess what's next?"

Shiori watched the fire in dismay. "Where are we going to sleep...?" she whispered, "Damnit, I'm homeless again, aren't I..?"

Hapushi winced, "Aoki breached my shields... destroyed the computers..." she explained to Yuki quickly. "I had no choice but to use the self destruct system."

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(((OOC: Ore... you forgot to reply to Itachi... again...)))

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Without warning, Aled began to laugh. "The palace goes up in flames and that's what you're worried about?" he smiled slightly, flying around the palace to try and get in through the lab itself. "We'll move to my summer home." the Ou replied, as if it were common knowledge.

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"KAGUYO!" Po-ar screamed, dashing through the halls.
He couldn't tell where the woman was now... and he didn't hear her cries any longer.

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"It's alright." Yuki soothed her, "I'll be right back..."
She dug whatever clothes and other favorites of Watari she could find out of the many rooms attached to the lab. "Youkatta..." she finally climbed in, "I think that's most of it..."


Shiori blinked. "Where is that??" she tilted her head. "I mean I heard of you having a summer home, but... I just figured that was bullshit." she spoke frankly. "With so many people too poor to own a single home, it seemed impossible that someone, even the Ou, could own two."


"Su-kun...?"
It was Kaguyo's voice, cracking like the fire around them.
"Su-kun... tasukete..."
The fire was getting too hot and high in some places for the sprinklers, evaporating the water. Her little haven was getting smaller and smaller.
Her hair was going to be so damn short it wasn't even funny anymore.
"Tasukete... onega-...gaishimasu..."

"Youkatta..." Kaguyo murmured, leaning against Po-ar and trying not to pass out. "Clean air, onegai... Lightheaded... feel sick.....Ugh---"
She held it, but she was lucky not to already be dead from smoke poisoning.
"Keys... cuffs..." she tried to communicate, "Ugh.... ugh..."
She was calm for a few seconds after Po-ar picked her up, but wound up puking over the side. Despite her attempts to miss the Tarnbjin, she still ended up getting some of the mess on his shoes.
She could hardly move at all on her own. The Muse had more or less left her for dead after all.

Shiori looked at him in disbelief, unable to speak.
She had a good idea of where they were going next. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Yuki pointed to all the equipment she salvaged---which was surprisingly a lot, given how wrecked it was.
"Meds, electronics, all of that..." she smiled faintly, before nearly having a heart attack at Aled and Shiori. "INTO THE PORTAL!"

"I know how you got us." Eara answered, "The last thing I remember was, my neck..." she licked her lips, staring at the floor as she recalled what she could, "You guys got in through the window, while Fir and I were drunk and watching movies... The knives weren't where they were supposed to be in the kitchen. Seems logical enough to me."

Garren shrugged. "How about you start talking and we do? We both already know what--more specifically, who---we're after. Where's the young hunter, Fir?"

"How unfortunate..." Garren frowned. "And you don't think your little Rats might know where to find him?---you know, that alcohol must have thinned your blood quite a bit, I've never seen anyone bleed like you..."
He moved onto the other leg, starting at the ankle. The foot was a very, very sensitive region; after all, tattooing them was excrutiating in comparison to one's thigh.
He started to etch in the scales to follow the body, starting to smile again. "I bet you any money if you called for him he'd come."

Eara looked a bit paler after this, trying to jerk herself free from him. "Uh-uh," she shook her head, "No way..."
She wasn't going peacefully, she had already determined that. "Let me go!!"
No panic attacks, not yet. She had to keep her cool.
She HAD to.
Goddamnit, though, it was awfully hard trying to convince herself that.
She was in over her head, to say the very least.

Ahhh, s**t.
One of the few times Morrigan was broken, it was by Herne, perhaps twice. She never really spoke about it. She was always content to leave it in the past.
It helped that Po-ar took her memories.
"Your magick doesn't work here." she pointed out, eyes locked with his. "I'm a Celt, a*****e. How many wars do you think I've been through while Morrigan went and was a priestess? Bards got caught the fray as well as anyone."
She went and tried to bite his finger, actually starting to believe herself (if only momentarily). She thrashed and tried to use her weight to throw him off balance--in truth she was absolutely desperate.

Garren smiled. "But you said yourself you had a falling out. What would be the chances he was actually there? It couldn't hurt, could it??"
And if Melor had a phone, he obviously knew how to put it on speakerphone.
He started to dig a bit deeper, starting to slowly pick at his ankle.

"********," Eara cursed, still trying to move; she didn't realize how strong he was.
She was hardly budging at all, let alone budging him. "********, ********! LET ME GO!! Goddamnit LET ME GO!!"
She started kicking with her feet, trying to kick back into his crotch or kneecaps, anywhere that could be weak.

Garren shook his head. "Well, we're going to keep doing this to you, and we'll get progressively worse, until you do call him." he narrowed his eyes. "Then again, who knows. Maybe the bard'll break first and call him, leaving our mutual friend here to experiment on you as he likes. Herne did manage to break my enemy twice... I don't doubt it'll be much easier to pick on the younger sister. Maybe if our friend is nice enough he'll allow you to see her before she goes through the same thing you are, only worse."
He was still etching the snakes into his legs, but he paused for a moment, smiling. "My dear host, we wouldn't want our guest to get infections, would we...?"
He casually took a large bottle of rubbing alcohol and started to pour it over his legs and arms. "Now call them, Fir, or we'll start flaying the skin off your neck....no, you know what? Perhaps we'll scalp you. That way our good host can look at your brain..."
He was very keen to keep Fir from knowing Melor's name, after all...
Clearly, the ignorance left Fir leagues behind instead of one step ahead.