T - Gobbo, Kari, Vyn

[Vyn]

Nethan's ears perked forward as he caught the hint of shouting up ahead, worry flashing through his eyes as he picked up his pace. What was going on? Why had the world gone mad and what was that bizarre orange, humming thing?

Before he could have any of his questions answered he stepped around the corner and onto a most horrible scene of fighting and carnage. His head swam for a minute but his gaze immediately froze upon the pale form curled unconscious in the gore of another. Oh Odom, he and Chandra weren't the only ones, were they? The human man about to assault a child was horrifyingly wrong but Ichigo's warning held him back.

No matter how badly he wanted to help, he would be no match against armed and experienced fighters.

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The further they went, the more wobbly and unstable Josephine seemed to become. Remi did his best to support her slightly but he was growing increasingly concerned that she may have been right and that she would explode. Unfortunate at best, he'd really started to like her...

The shouting up ahead drew his attention and his head tilted a little with curiosity. Out of the alley and into... a battle? He grinned a little at what appeared to be a human man preparing to kill a very unfortunate looking child. He could've snickered but a strange smell stopped him seconds before he stepped into someone's gory remains. He froze in intrigue as his eyes fixated on something glistening in the gore.

If he didn't know better he would've sworn that was a ribcage made of glass!

Heedless of the blood and gore, Remi steps closer and brushes away the blood and organs to reveal that, indeed, he had found a very nicely preserved set of glass ribs. How interesting! How expensive! He picked it up with trademark ferret curiosity and turned it over in his little paws before cheerfully dropping his wooden plank in favor of his new treasure. When he looked up from his prize his gaze almost immediately located another pile of gore.

A little shiver ran up his spine. He'd do his best to hide it in this company but oh how he loved the sight of blood! Crimson red and smooth beneath his paws.

Masking his cheer behind morbid concern, Remi approached the the unconscious card sprawled in what appeared to be the remnants of a child. "Lovely mess you made, skullface." He whispers cheerfully to it and picks the dead child's head up with an odd grin. If he weaseled his paw in there he bet he could make it talk like some sort of morbid puppet. Though that probably wouldn't go over well with his tame little group. How depressing. He channels his disappointment into a face of mourning and sets the child's head down gingerly. "How I wish we could play, but alas! My 'friends' would not approve." He whispers to it in remorse.

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Forcing himself back, Nethan does the only thing he can and focuses on Othello and Jo. They need his help just as much as the others ahead of them. He's too focused on making sure Jo's not too sick to notice Remi continue past toward the gore.

"For now we'll wait... Ichigo knows best." He comments to Othello, brows knit in concern. "Jo... Are you feeling alright?"

[Kari Muffin]

It took Josephine a good minute to actually process that she was being spoken to. She was doing her best to make the world not spinning as she stared up at the sky. Suits, where was she again? What exactly was going on? "I think..." she began as she straighted herself up. She struggled to find the words that she wanted to actually say. "...I'm dying?" Was that what she wanted to say? She whined for a moment as she looked at the deer-wolf mix and then the carnage.

Oh right. That was a dead person. Unfortunate.

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Othello made a worried sound as he looked to the young wolf and then looked to the deer mix. What he said made a good deal of sense, but the mouse didn't seem to be in very good shape himself. How could he be a good judge of what was happening? Really they were the only ones uninjured.

He was a Heart, he could do some damage. But there were too many people, and too much stuff going on. "Okay," he said after a moment, turning to look at the wolf girl in horror. What did she mean she was dying? He gave a panicked look to Nethan. "Oh thuits, that lady attacked the half a Yarrow before attacking her didn't the?"

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Ichigo told himself to remain calm. He glanced behind him, finally noticing the form that was laying in gore. Suits, another person had exploded hadn't they? What was going on tonight that was making people explode?

He really hoped Thyme was all right. And what was Lili doing in the city on a night like this? Was she safe? He looked back out at the chaos that was happening. Suits, what could he do? People were going to die, but the people in the alley needed him just as much.

His head snapped around when he heard the comment about dying in between the commotion.

[Nathalia]

((In the yelling and confusion, no one has noticed the little crew out there.
The screams and yells are highly aggravated in pitch and temper and the Lowlanders look exceedingly dangerous...except maybe for that Cow.
Something stumbles and curses quietly...sounds like it's in the shoppe back a door and to the left!
What could it be?
A small crash, still unnoticeable to the main crowd signifies that who- or whatever it is, is a tad disoriented.
Might be better than sticking around out here, waiting for something awful to happen.
The shoppe appears to be a shoppe full of...mirrors?

Remi has gained a grisly trophy...it fits easily into the leather shoulder-bag he found lying in the trash, looks like poor Jo found something too.))

Fate's head: The top half of it, anyway...
Ew...oh, ew, that's just nasty.
Spinal fluid drizzles out of it onto Remi and he feels a slight tingling sensation...it spreads through his entire back along his own spine, though nothing seems to happen. This item does not dispel magic per se, but it is a highly magical item. Not automatically assigned, it can be combined and used with many things should the Dealer choose.
That odd feeling though, well...let's just hope Remi doesn't break any glass any time soon...

Piece of chalk: This...this bit of old chalk sure tingles a lot for something so plain. When held, it can be used to draw a door on any surface...after which, that door can be opened.
After going through, the door closes and seals instantly, only open long enough for one person to go through.
The door will take the owner anywhere they want to go...
But it will only ever function 8 times, after which the bit of chalk will run out and something...might happen.
PM the Admin after the 8th time the chalk is used and keep a tally of it in your notes. This item is not automatically assigned.



~Nathalia

[Vyn]

Nethan frowned. "Is that bad? Is she going to get sick?" He had only the most basic knowledge and that wasn't in it. Why didn't he know anything he needed right now? The boy looked around desperately, confused and frustrated but hoping he might find somewhere quiet to slip away with them.

It would probably be best to get her off the street if she was about to get sick or something... Or die. He did not want to see her die. Would she explode like Mephit and Chandra's mother had?

The crash in the nearby shop jerks him out of his flustered confusion and he takes a deep breath. There was an open shop. There was someone in it. They may be able to help. They would definitely be more help than the horribly warring group out here. He glanced to Othello since the he seemed to have a decent understanding of their situation.

"Sounds like there's someone in that shop? Maybe they can help?" Some of the tension eased out of his shoulders as Othello agreed and they started toward the shop. He motioned to Ichigo as they moved, beckoning to the shop that they were about to enter.


Remi twitched, nose wrinkling up at the little head sent an odd tingle through his body. Hmmmmmm... If he'd spent enough time with Corvies, and he certainly had, that would be the sign of something very wrong about to happen. He froze before moving, looking around cautiously and waiting. .....Nothing? Frozen there in a puddle of gore, Remi considered his situation and learned a valuable new lesson from it: do not play in the innards of anyone with glass ribs, bad things may happen. Or sit ominously over your head.

When finally he felt safe to move he held onto the little skull, pouting fitfully at it before shoving it into his bag. Little bitch, if she had found some way to punish him beyond the grave than he would... well, he'd figure something out if-when the time came.

In the meantime, however, his group seemed to be on the move. Oops. How long had he been distracted? Shaking off his flustered thoughts, Remi scamper-hopped after them with his new collection of morbid trophies.

[Kari Muffin]

(( *squees over Pan's labyrinth chalk!* ))

Josephine frowned as he gaze dropped to the ground. Ooooh what was that? She poked at the piece of chalk that was on the ground before picking it up between her front paws, flopping on her rump and lifting up her prize. "I found a piece of chalk!" she announced as she felt the tingly feeling. "Heee it tickles."

Othello frowned as he looked at the deer wolf. "Yeth. Bogssth are allergic to Yarrows. I've only ever theen what happenth when thomeone thwaps thpit. It'th bad. And--" the girl announced that she had chalk. Well that was uh... new. He gave her an light pat on the shoulder as she flopped forward. Nethan announced something about a noise. There was someone stumbling around in confusion, wasn't there?

He decided to take the lead when the option was offered. He was, after all, a Heart. Now that he could actually see he was going to try to be useful. Though he really wished he had a weapon besides a crappy hammer.

He went for the door, opening it up to be the first to push through. His eyes widened at the sight of something reflecting back at him. What--what was this shop? Were those mirrors? His fur stood on end at the thought of his brother being terrified of the things. And he--he looked kind of scary. "Hello?" he asked in the loudest and most confident voice he could muster. His mechanical hand tapped lightly on the door frame.

Ichigo was torn. He should do something. He was staring at the strange young wolf as she announced she had chalk. His brow furrowed when he noticed that the ferret fool around with a bag and... suits he wasn't seeing this. His good ear twitched at the mixture of sounds. He glanced back at the fray.

He summoned Orihime. He picked up the Mome with his good hand. "If there's a lot of blood, come and get me. Focus on the Cow." He put emphasis on the simple words and motioned for the Mome. That was more complex than she was used, to so it might not do anything. He set the small creature down, its eyes focused on the battle.

He took a deep breath and followed the children. Nethan had beckoned to him earlier, and he couldn't let them go too far. Suits only knew what else was around here. His back wound started to bleed a bit as he turned his back on the fighting. He did his best to be quiet, praying that his arm wouldn't draw any attention. He could only balance for so long and he was already damn tired.

The mouse watched as the ferret scurried ahead of him, and the poor wolf girl seemed to wobble with every step.

[Vyn]

Nethan frowned as the girl flopped down with the chalk. Giggling in a way that was both cute and painfully off. It was obvious she was not well, but at least she was happily unwell. Could be worse, but it didn't ease the anxiety he felt either. Othello's explanation wasn't helping either. Nothing was.

He tried to take some steadying breaths as he approached the small shop so that he wouldn't look like a foolish wreck when they encountered... well, whatever was in there. At very least he understood the importance of maintaining some dignity around strangers. That was simple. He could do that much.

Lingering somewhat behind Othello, Nethan approached the door with the Torque mix and peered into the shop. Light bounced awkwardly around the room, thrown haphazardously by the mirrors inside. Of course Nethan couldn't see anything clearly from where he stood. After everything he'd seen so far, why would life make anything easier on them now?


Remi popped up at Jo's side as they made their way to the shop and flashed her a concerned smile. If she wondered where he'd gone, he'd probably just pretend he'd never left and she was just too addled to notice. Poor sweetheart.

He hung back as Othello and Nethan approached the door. Like he was going to stick his nose out for them. Instead his attention had wandered back toward the fight, watching the group clash and collide repeatedly. So much blood. It was rather beautiful.

[Nathalia]

((The interiors of the shoppe were rather beautiful, hung with mirrors from every wall and the design quite nice for a place in such an out-of-the-way area.
It looks a bit run-down, for all its pretty interior, and though it might have been welcoming on a nicer day, right now it's so dusty and empty as to be positively bone-chilling.

Even if everyone seems to have vanished lately...why would this one shoppe be dusty a though no one had touched anything in years?
The counters are covered in old cobwebs and in the very back of the shoppe comes a soft thunk sound...as though someone moved.
a soft voice calls.
"Vanja? Damn it, how did he- Vanja?"))



~Nathalia

[Kari Muffin]

Othello paused in the threshold of the shop for a moment before pushing his way in completely. It was quite dusty, and looked abandoned. He lightly poked at one of the mirrors with his mechanical hand. He really did look like a freak didn't he? No wonder everyone treated him like he was a charity case.

His ears perked when he heard something shifting. There was someone in here then, despite the shop looking untouched. Slowly and quietly he made his way to the back of the shop. "Hello? Are you all right?" he called out.

Please let it be someone sane.

Josephine tilted her head when Remi returned. The world tilted in an unpleasant manner and she nearly tripped because of it. Suits, she felt funny. The world was weird. There were loud things going on everywhere and now they were waltzing into a store. "Remi, I think I am dying," she muttered as she gave him a pathetic look. Had he always had that bag with him? "I found chalk though."

The girl wobbled a bit, doing her best not to lean on Remi. He was still missing a leg and all and she was just being a baby about this poison thing. Right? Right. She walked into the store after the boys and flopped on her butt in surprise. Mirrors, lots of them. She nosed the nearest mirror, a large one with a brass frame. She promptly sneezed.

Herm. If it was so dusty maybe she could steal something and no one would notice. She weaved over towards the counter, doing her best not to bump into anything.


The mouse was the absolute last person to make it into the store. He was struggling to walk at this point. There was no way he could even attempt being stealthy with his massive ice limb. It hit the wooden floor with a rather loud clatter that made him cringe. Oh suits, hopefully there wasn't anyone hostile. "Be careful," he hissed after the group.

[Vyn]

A voice was cursing, mumbling... Frustrated and possibly confused. It seemed safe enough, if only because he could clearly recognize it was male and not female. Nethan shuddered at the thought of running into Resta again soon. Othello eased in first, calling out to the voice as he did, and Nethan slipped into the shop after him.

It was dusty as if painfully abandoned but also fairly nice. The mirrors were all beautifully ornate. He absently left the safety of Othello to examine a rack of coats. Whoever was here last had apparently left some stuff behind... a few old coats and a tattered fedora hat. He peeked into the pockets curiously and a few personal items -- pieces of paper with lists on them, an old pair of gloves, and some coins of no substantial amount. He left it in the pocket, his eye drawn to something under the coat itself -- a brilliant red scarf.

Oh! That was quite nice, wasn't it? And if the store was abandoned... He gently slipped the scarf down from the rack and examined it more closely. Being hidden beneath the jacket had apparently done it wonders as it was neither dusty nor moth-eaten. He'd only just put it on when he heard Ichigo hiss a warning at them.

Oops. His ears flattened down and he hurried back to the group on their way to the backroom.


Remi had a bit of a hard time not snickering at Jo's comment. He licked her cheek to show his concern but ultimately was unable to help his grin. "At least you found chalk." He offered in his most mature, comforting voice he could manage. In context, however, it just sounded silly. He watched her wobble into the shop and promptly fall flat on her rump and sneeze. Heh.

Of course the thin layer of dust she'd scattered with her own sneeze flew back and irritated his own sinuses. He sneezed and sneered a little in frustration. He hated dust. He'd had his fair share of it during his time with that blasted Esterberry professor!

As the others made their way deeper into the shop in pursuit of the new voice, Remi held back and examined the vast array of mirrors. So many, all terribly dusty, but still rather attractive. A small display shelf offered a collection of hand held mirrors with intricate handles and frames in assorted metals -- silver, gold, bronze -- all designed with gorgeous leaf and vine patterns. He picked up the golden one, examining the intricate details inlaid into such a tiny mirror. The crafter was obviously very skilled.

[Nathalia]

((As they stalked further in, Ichigo and Othello's careful exploration brought them to the back room of the shoppe, a tall, Bipedal Wolf; Josiggy, by the looks of things, was trying desperately to pull a thin man wrapped in robes out of a mirror.



The man whirled around at the sound of Othello's voice, yanking the bedraggled looking Rat after him. "What-! Who're all of you?" Instantly on the alert, he whips out a dagger, holding it out in front of him, eyes wide, taking a defensive stance and making sure the Rat he'd just heaved out of a mirror was behind him, one arm out, in case they made any attempts to attack.
His eyes raked the group, flicking over Josephine and Othello, the white showing all the way around the irises.
"Look...we just want t' get out of here...we won't fight if you don't." He muttered, gingerly trying to edge to the side. "COme on, Vanja, come on, man." He muttered, trying to get the man behind him to walk so that they could skirt this Lowlander-infused crowd.))



~Nathalia