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ROUND 4​

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It was time for round 4 against this mystery man. He had already gotten three touches on Richard, seemingly effortlessly, and worst of all Richard was inexplicably tired. This was obviously going nowhere, but the fight had to continue. It was the mystery man vs Richard in a five touch bout, or so he was thinking, and so far it was three to zero in favor of the mystery man. Just who the fuck was he anyway? And why was he so incredibly strong? None of those really mattered, at least not right now. Richard got into en garde and sprang off the "line" once more.
This round was much more pitiful than the last though. Richard wasn't really all too focused as he had been the first three. He went in for the head but the blade got parried. This time the mystery man didn't even attempt to give the attack up, Richard just kept going in for more remises. Left, parried. Right, parried. Feint left, strike head, parried. It was a never ending cycle of attacks and parries. This time the mystery man just shook his head condescendingly at Richard, looking down upon his weakness. It was about the twentieth time Richard brought down his blade on the mystery man's when the mystery man was finally bored of it. He simply beat Richard's blade and went in for another kill strike. But just as before the blade seemed to do absolutely no damage to Richard whatsoever. This made the score four to zero though, in favor of mystery man.
Richard resolved he needed to get just one touch on the man before this bout was over. He would do everything in his power to not let himself get five zeroed. The man had disappeared and reappeared the same amount of distance as he had the other four times. This was going to be the final round if Richard couldn't get his act together and take him down. Feeling like he had recovered some stamina after that embarrassing round, Richard got into en garde and would let loose everything he had for round 5.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ W T F ? ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 25 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 16, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [???] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun & Cassandra ❖​

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Hana wanted to rip the filthy cape from her body. It was clearly meant to be a joke. It did little to no coverage on her body and Decimus's grimy hands were still on her. She ignored what he had to say in response to her answer about the conspiring. He wouldn't get it out of her.

She was beginning to lose faith in any form of distraction. Her head was swimming and she was starting to feel faint. This was no good. Hana didn't stand a chance of concentration like this. She sniffed the air. It smelled like smoke. The music came to an abrupt stop and people started to scream. The draperies were on fire and falling down on the ground. Instruments caught aflame and screams were coming from everywhere. Hana was thrown to the ground as Decimus rushed past her to get a better look. Hana struggled to get to her feet until a familiar female grabbed her wrist and wrenched her off the ground. She was riding piggyback on Hay Sun naked! This may just be the most awkward thing about the entire day.

There was an exploding noise and she glanced in time to see a table crack and splinter. Bits of wood flew everywhere and she ducked her head to avoid the fray. The fire seemed to glow a teal tinge and it was clear to Hana why exactly. They reached Cass and Hay Sun pulled them to a remotely calmer corner. Hana coughed, choking on smoke. Her lungs burned.

❝ There's your distraction, ❞ Hay Sun said over the ruckus of chaos around them, ❝ Now what? We seriously need to get out of here. I can stop the fire whenever I want, but it's our only cover. ❞

❝ I'll-- ❞ There was a bang and Hana watched as Hay Sun crumpled from a gunshot to the leg. A hand came around her throat and she glanced to see that Hay Sun was experiencing the same thing. Not again. She was getting old of this strangling thing. The bruises around her neck were just barely beginning to fade. Now they were going to be just as black as before. Her feet left the ground and she kicked frantically. He carried them through the front door.
❝ You think you’re funny?! ❞ He huffed, his eyes starting to glow red. ❝ Let’s see how funny you are when you’re hungry on the street with no one to help you. ❞ A growl left his lips. With strength that he logically should not possess at this current period of time, he through them out the door and into the street.

Hana skid across the ground, scratching up her side. Her skin stung and she bit her tongue. Decimus came back with Cassandra and gave her a similar treatment that he dealt out to the other two. ❝ Let’s see how you three handle yourselves on my turf with nothing. ❞ The muzzle of the gun was pointed at them once again. ❝ Get out of here, or I’ll be forced to do something you may not like. ❞

As if he hadn't already been doing something they wouldn't like? Seriously? Hana rose shakily to her feet and helped lift Hay Sun. She would need immediate medical attention, not to mention they were naked. She sucked in a deep breath and grabbed Cassandra's hand as well. Her eyelids shut tight for half a second, then reopened. Focus. Her vision swirled briefly and then she breathed out a sigh of relief. Glamoured. Hana wouldn't be able to hold it long with the sedative and the fact that she was shielding two other people, but it would be enough to keep them concealed and get away.

She pulled them down the street, stumbling and ungracefully carrying Hay Sun. When Decimus's filthy whorehouse was out of view, she exhaled and let the layers of the Glamour strip away. ❝ I don't even understand what just happened ... ❞ she told them. At least they were free. ❝ We need clothes, fast. ❞ They turned down an alley with clothes lines stretched from window to window. They alley was narrow and seemed to consist completely of apartments. There was a line of clothes with large men's t-shirts hanging down and she smiled at it. The air was cleaner here and she was able to fill her lungs properly. It wouldn't take long for the sedative to wear off now.

Hana left Hay Sun with Cassandra and moved to the shirts. She plucked three of the cotton tees and handed one to each of them. It slipped over her head easily enough and as long as she didn't lift her arms up too high, everything important was covered. ❝ Finally, ❞ she said in relief. Her gaze lifted to the Asian girl and her bleeding leg. ❝ We need to take care of that. We could find a hospital, but without any identification or the like, I'm not sure if they'll even treat you. If I had Luria I could pry the bullet out and stitch you up... ❞ She bit on her lip and glanced around the corner of the building. Traffic was light in this area and the sun was beginning to set. They needed money too. If she found a few bucks then she could call her cell phone. Were the others in trouble too?

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 25 - 4/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet heading towards Norway

They way she just suddenly showed up startled Joslyn. And she was even more startled when the dark angel asked to play a game, a trivia game no less. It was absolutely awful, it seemed like she asked those questions specifically because she knew they would get them wrong. Now she was giving them another chance, by having them give her up, the dark angel would reveal where the other three were. She was scared, extremely so. They wanted her, but for what? She had no real idea what they would need her for, but it couldn't be anything good.

"That cheap bitch! There's no way you could've known the answer to that question!"

"Thiiiiiiiiisssss~ was not a fun gaaaaaaaaammmmeeeeee~!"

"You should wrap your hands around this chick's throat and choke her out!"

"Sheeeeeee~ cheeeeeeaaaaaaaateeeeeeed~!!"

"Are you even listening to me!? Strangle this ho!" They were the last things Joslyn was thinking about. Right now, she was terrified. That girl is looking straight at her, and it wasn't looking good.

"Hey, let me ask you this, Bandages: What do you even need her for? A frail, pasty thing like her? What good would she be?" The way he asked was cutting, but she was curious what they needed her for. Not to mention, she would probably barely be able to stammer something out, anyways. She tried to look tougher than normal, not exactly her strong suit, and looked right back at the dark angel.

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 25 - 4/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet heading towards Norway

Well, she certainly wasn't pleased by my answer... He could clearly see that. Anyone could, really. It seemed that her physical appearance was some sort of button. Curiosity got the better of him and he began to wonder what would happen if he provoked her more. It was certainly possible that she could maul him. She looked about ready to jump at him after he answered her. Well, whatever.

"Hey, let me ask you this, Bandages: What do you even need her for? A frail, pasty thing like her? What good would she be?" He didn't even care if she was right there, he just wanted information. Not only that, he wanted to gauge how much shoving it would taking before she snapped. Probably not the smartest thing, but it would be something interesting to see.

 

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Adam scratched the back of his head and replied, ❝ No don't be sorry, I get it. ❞ he stopped scratching his head and continued, ❝ What else is there anyway? You took me flying and told me stories. Last I remembered, training and those two things were the only things on the agenda, but go ahead and surprise me with whatever the something else might be. ❞​

A wide grin stretched across Bonnie's face as she released him and picked up a pancake. She tore it apart and popped it into her mouth plain. She nibbled on it for a few minutes, swallowing down the bites, then finally spoke when it was all gone. ❝ These pancakes really are delicious. You'll have to make them again some time. ❞ she told him in a chipper voice.​

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Bonnie had packed them food for a picnic. They trained first. Training would always come first. Then, she took him through her mist transportation to a place very far from home -- his grandfather's house. They sat on a small blanket in a field of grass with hills that seemed to stretch on endlessly. She had offered him a chance to go flying once more and now sat nuzzled in on the blanket, the basket at their feet. Harbonah watched the rise and fall of Adam's chest after a long day of training. The sun was setting in front of them and she lie flat on the blanket. She was actually beginning to enjoy herself with these actions. Adam was a dutiful student and he rarely questioned her actions. All she had to do in return was given him a few happy moments like this and there was zero doubt of him trying to run off or attack her. This was too easy. ❝ How do you like the view? ❞ she asked him, lifting her head. Her blue eyes met with his pale golden ones and she gave him a sideways smile.

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They were all silent. Azazel looked like she was in a silent panicked state. Aha. That was delightful. Lu smirked and bat her dark eyelashes. She plucked at the bandage on her arm before remembering that Barachiel still had his mouth covered. I suppose I should release him. With a heavy reluctant sigh and a snap of her fingers, the strip of cloth fell from his mouth. She pursed her lips and flicked her bangs out of her face.

"Hey, let me ask you this, Bandages: What do you even need her for? A frail, pasty thing like her? What good would she be?" Samuel's voice rang out and her blue eye narrowed on him. Her lips parted into a sneer.

"That's simply none of your business. I don't need her for anything. Just to bring her home." She let that hang in the air for a few minutes. There was more silence and she rolled her eyes. "Well, what's it going to be?" No one said anything. "I see. Suit yourself. You're willing to keep her --" she pointed at Joslyn, "rather than find out the whereabouts of your three lovely ladies. All right then. And to think I was willing to help." Temeluchas flipped one of her pigtails over her shoulder. She looked thoughtful for a moment. A good tease would do her wonders before she left. "I wonder how much they are enjoying being initiated into the life of human trafficking. Xathanael is such a prude that this is probably the most she has ever been touched in her entire existence." A dark, satisfied smile crept across her face and she glanced over at Alistair. "Darling, do be sure to tell Henrik hello for me when you see him. I'm sure he's going to love your company after the last encounter."

Mist rose up her legs and everything around her slowly started to turn black. "Tootles." She waved and blew a kiss into the air before disappearing. The sound of a musical laughter was all that resided where she stood when the mist cleared, and that too was gone in a flash.

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (4/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: I'M ON A PLANE\\\///Mood: Well Shit\\\

Brandon sat down there, still slightly baffled by what he had actually said, but hey, if she was willing to play a game of tennis he wouldn't argue. Unfortunately she did not want to. Even more unfortunately, she did not want to hear anymore of what came out of Brandon's mouth for the next few minutes. Suddenly bandages from one of her deflated wings shot off and wrapped around his mouth. This wasn't any fun. Then even worse, they took part in a trivia game. Only Brandon couldn't participate because his mouth was covered. Bummer. Not to mention they ended up losing the trivia game. Double Bummer. He was pretty sure she was ready to kill them all or something, but then she struck up a deal.

Apparently she wanted the girl, Joslyn (because there was clearly more than one girl in this group,) and she would leave them and tell them all the info they needed on the other three. Only because she seemed like an evil angel this deal clearly seemed like a bad idea. Regardless he listened to her reasoning for wanting Joslyn, which really wasn't informative in the slightest and watched as the cute sadistic evil angel girl left the scene. Really in the end all that visit accomplished was them losing the door to the jet.

The jet eventually landed and before they left Brandon decided to take some of the sword boxes with him just in case. Picking five at random, he stuffed them in the backpack and left with the others. Brandon looked at the group they were and wasn't sure how exactly he felt about Alistair. The man was, obviously, in league with that angel in some way or another and he was no pushover either. Not to mention now he had his angel sword thingy ma bobber, so if he did end up betraying them with violence then the gang would be hard pressed in a fight against him. Regardless they didn't really have much of a choice considering the situation so Brandon brushed that incident off like it was nothing. "So Alistair, care to lead us to Heinrik now? Also what did um, what's her face mean when she said something about your last encounter?"

 

[/url] The face that she gave him when she heard his answer was absolutely cute. It was fun messing with her and Alistair clearly saw that the girl was giving them near impossible questions for them to answer. Being able to answer her question correctly was such an amusing feeling and he enjoyed it quite a deal. For now Alistair decided it was best to keep quite otherwise the girl will just destroy the plane.

And so as the game came to an end Alistair listened to Lu's words and merely smirked as he listened to her request. The girl in their group obviously had special powers and if Lu wanted the girl then obviously she was important to Lucifer's goal. In general Alistair said nothing due to a lack of care of whether the girl would be sent there or not. In the end nobody said a word and soon enough Lu left. All Alistair could do was merely chuckle softly before shaking his head "My my my this girl...so noisy" Alistair said.

The jet soon made its decent upon the land of Norway and the passengers soon made it off and began to walk. Lu's goal was obviously to make them not trust him and at this point he was beginning to wonder who did trust him. whether they trusted him or not was not the issue to him because he felt it was pointless. He did not lie to them nor does he even care about harming them. He was in it to relieve the boredom....betrayal was so dull...

As they walked on a limo awaited for them and the man merely smiled "such a shame you all are in a rush, we could have enjoyed this trip quite a deal" Alistair said closing his eyes with a smile as he walked towards the vehicle. "About Henrik...well the two of us did meet, but dear old Temeluchas...or as I like to call her Tempy...kind of ruined that by taking me away from the discussion....basically Henrik loathes Tempy and before Tempy whisked me away, he found out I was working with her..." Alistair said cheerfully as he entered the limo and told the driver of the destination.

 

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ROUND 5​

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It was do or die time. Now or never to win against this mystery man of unknown origins. They were both already in en garde position and ready to go though there was something different about both of them this time. The man actually didn't look like he was half heartedly taking a stance, in fact he looked serious this time. Same went for Richard, though Richard was even more so different. The same white fiery mist that had coated his blade before returned. It was also slightly coming off his body now. Richard sprang off the line and feinted right then going straight for the head. Regardless of tactics, and a new found speed in Richard, the man simply back stepped away from the attack. This time however, he didn't just give away the attack or stand there. This time the man took the attack and went forward.​

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Richard quickly started retreating away from his assailant and ended up going full speed backwards. He tried at a pris de faire against the man put he circled his blade away from Richard's. He tried going in for a simple lunge, but Richard was able to parry the man's blade way, surprisingly. This prompted Richard to go in for an of his own going straight for the left side his mystery foe. The mystery man parried the blade, went for an attack, but Richard went in and parried the blade away, following up the mystery man beat Richard's blade back which made Richard start retreating away from his opponent. But now after that exchange had taken place, something seemed different. The mystery man disregarded his stance altogether and just sort of stood straight up. He extended his blade forward and Richard took the opportunity to end it there and now. But then something even stranger happened. ​

"Stupid kid, don't you know that," despite this sudden revelation that the man could indeed talk, Richard continued his advance. "The only one who can beat me," the same white fiery mist appeared around the man. "Is me." Suddenly the mystery man's blade was covered in a way thicker mist than Richard's and he took a slash at Richard's blade, causing it to go flying out of his hand. With one final attack the man slashed through Richard. "And you're not me." ​

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The bout had ended. Richard had loss, quite convincingly too. The mist around the mystery man started covering the man even more until he was enveloped in it. Then the mist had disappeared and so did the man. Richard had no idea what had happened, but he felt completely drained. A type of fatigue he had never felt in his life dawned over him and he tried to recollect himself. He still had no clue what had just happened and felt defeated by the man. He hobbled over to his saber and picked it up. He was too tired to do anything else for the day and as such tiredly drove himself back home. He probably nearly lost consciousness a few times along the way but nevertheless he had made it back home until he practically passed out on his couch. ​

 

Shane was pretty relived that the who encounter with the bandaged girl had finally ended. What more, there wasn't a place crash this time. which would probably suck for Alistair more since this was his private jet after all. Unless he had enough money to get another one. Then it wouldn't suck as much for him at least.

When the plane had landed and they were brought to the limo, Shane truly started to like the change of pace they were getting.

"About Henrik...well the two of us did meet, but dear old Temeluchas...or as I like to call her Tempy...kind of ruined that by taking me away from the discussion....basically Henrik loathes Tempy and before Tempy whisked me away, he found out I was working with her..."

This information had it's good side and it's bad side. The good side was the Alistair already knew Henrik. That'll definitely make things somewhat easier. The bad side was everything involving 'Tempy'. It was pretty clear that she could've screwed them over again if she wanted too, but didn't. Maybe because of Alistair. Whatever the reason, he was glad anyway.

 

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---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 4/4 --- Interaction: Decimus/Hana/Hay Sun --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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There was a fire, chaos, and a clear distraction at that point. Hell it even distracted Cassandra to the point she didn't even realize Hay Sun had grabbed her and pulled her out of there.​

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❝There's your distraction, Now what? We seriously need to get out of here. I can stop the fire whenever I want, but it's our only cover.❞​

❝ I'll-- ❞​

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The sound of a gunshot cut Hana off and she watched as Hay Sun was hit in the leg with a bullet. The man picked both Hana and Hay Sun up by the throat and ran off with them struggling. She stood up from where she had collapsed and went to run off and follow them, but as soon as she caught up he had grabbed her hair, yanking her out and onto the street shouting, “They’re your buddies, aren’t they? Why don’t you join them on the streets?”​

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Cassandra was thrown down the steps and she immediately turned to look at Hana and Hay Sun, who seemed okay... well, not Hay Sun's leg, but they weren't dead.​

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“Let’s see how you three handle yourselves on my turf with nothing. Get out of here, or I’ll be forced to do something you may not like.”​

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Gladly!​

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Hana grabbed Cassie's hand and was carrying Hay Sun. Cassandra finally caught onto the fact that they were out of the whorehouse. So in the end Danel and her's deal was invalid, they were out of there. But now she had a pebble in her ear to worry about. She'd focus on that later.​

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Cassandra watched as Hana carried Hay Sun while pulling her. Why the hell wasn't she just telling Hana that she could carry her. Cassie wasn't drugged anymore, probably the person who could focus the best at that moment and work up to full functionality.​

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❝ I don't even understand what just happened ...We need clothes, fast. ❞​

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They all found a line of clothes will large men's shirts. So they were covered almost like wearing a dress. Good, she wasn't fond of the amount of time they were strolling about in the nude.​

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Hana left Hay Sun with Cassandra and she tried to reach her hand in her ear and pull out the stone. She didn't need it anymore, and she was prepared to just, toss it somewhere. Perhaps in a dumpster, so the second it got crushed he would be directed to garbage, just like the speech he had given. But Cassie couldn't get it out of her ear as easily as she though, and she stopped trying to get it out when Hana had gotten back.​

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❝ Finally, ❞​

Hana looked over at Hay Sun and continued, ❝ We need to take care of that. We could find a hospital, but without any identification or the like, I'm not sure if they'll even treat you. If I had Luria I could pry the bullet out and stitch you up... ❞​

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Cassandra crossed her arms as she looked at Hay Sun's leg. It was terrible when the thought going through her head was "at least her leg wasn't shot off". Cassandra was used to blood, it was one of the parts to preparing a body for burial, you had to suck out all of the fluids.​

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Cassandra bit her lip and then out of her mouth slipped, "At least we aren't dead, that would have been one fucked up way to die, in the literal sense AH-." Cassandra covered her mouth right afterthe comment slipped out of her mouth, "um... sorry...but...aren't hospitals required to treat people with serious injuries like this? And um, if you need me to I can help carry Hay Sun, I'm feeling better already... out of there."​

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ IN PAIN ✖ DAY 25 ※ 4/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ HOSPITAL
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Hay Sun had never been shot before, but she had broken a few bones, gotten a few deep cuts and gashes. Honestly, it wasn't so bad. It was more stinging and aching than anything else. And singeing, and burning. Okay, so maybe it did hurt like hell.

❝I don't want to go to a hospital.❞ she firmly said to Cass and Red. ❝I want to kill Israfil.❞

She could barely walk on her own without hopping on one leg, so she wasn't really going anywhere fast. ❝Jun Tae knows how to treat a bullet wound . . .❞ she said out loud, though it was more of a thought than anything else. Who knew where he was, though, and it was doubtful he'd even come to help her. Yeah, family definitely sucked ass. It made her think of the time when she lived in Paradise and had been shot by a human with an obsidian bullet. That was so many years ago, before Lucy when rogue and landed on the Heaven-shitlist. Coughing a laugh, she remembered trying to kill him with the same bullet he'd pulled out of her wound. Yeah . . . That had ended well.

❝Don't be such pansies,❞ she said with a cough, spitting out a little saliva, ❝W - We need to find shelter, and then we can w - wrap up my leg.❞

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It was insisted on that they go to a hospital, even though they were kind of shady as fuck. Three naked young ladies off the streets of Rome, body painted. At first, there were no questions asked, and Hay Sun was treated immediately, even though she struggled and almost killed three of the nurses, two of which were large men.

Clothing had been provided for Red and Cass, and to their surprise, they weren't really ID'd, which was one of the things the hospital said would be elaborated on later, when . . . when the police came.

Hay Sun didn't want to go to the hospital for a reason.

❝We can't stay here.❞ she told the other two some few hours later after being treated. The anesthetics they put her on where making her drowsy, and she was dozing off before she knew it.​

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ W T F ? ❖ [COLOR=#8fbc8f]WEARING[/COLOR] ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 25 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 16, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [Hospitalia] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Samuel ❖​

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Hana was inspecting Hay Sun's leg when Cassandra spoke. ❝ At least we aren't dead, that would have been one ****ed up way to die, in the literal sense AH-. ❞ Cassandra covered her mouth right after the comment slipped out of her mouth, ❝ um... sorry...but...aren't hospitals required to treat people with serious injuries like this? And um, if you need me to I can help carry Hay Sun, I'm feeling better already... out of there. ❞ Hana didn't really understand the poor attempt at morbid humor. She just gave the purple - haired girl a look and tossed Hay Sun's arm over her shoulders.​

❝ We should get going then. I think it's a long walk to the closest hospital. ❞ It was. It took quite a bit of time and stopping for directions in order to find it. Whenever they asked someone for help, they received curious looks about their attire. The body paint that adorned their arms, neck, face, and legs peaked out from the ends of the shirts they wore and everyone glanced down at their dirty bare feet. When they finally walked through the doors to the emergency room, they had people flooding them with questions.​

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A doctor and a nurse took Hay Sun right away. Someone else approached Hana and Cass, speaking in Italian. Hana had to explain that Cass did not understand and that she would have to translate. They had questions about how Hay Sun received her gun shot wound, along with why they were dressed in such a fashion. Hana explained that they were abducted and forced into a brothel. The doctors wanted to inspect them and use a rape kit, but Hana insisted that they were okay -- just a little bruised. One of them had called the police and she was forced to repeat everything over again, giving directions as best she could to Decimus's whorehouse. The officer asked how they managed to get free, and she told them that some of the drapes caught fire and they were able to slip out in the mayhem. It was believable enough. When she asked the cop for change to use a payphone in order to call for help, he graciously obliged.​

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Hana stood in front of the phone and took a slow calming breath. She inserted the coins and dialed the number to her cell. Five minutes of international calling was expensive. Five minutes would have to do. She only hoped that someone would answer. The phone rang and her breathing hitched. The ringer ended after the fourth and there was a click. ❝ Hello..? ❞​

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❝ Red!? ❞​

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❝ Sam? Oh thank God! ❞​

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❝ What the hell, where are you? ❞​

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❝ We're in a hospital in Rome right now. Hay Sun was shot. ❞​

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❝ What the- How the **** did that happen!? ❞​

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❝ She started a brothel on fire... ❞​

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❝ I see... So that bandaged up bitch really was telling the truth... ❞​

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❝ What do you mean bandaged up bi-- were you in contact with Temeluchas? ❞​

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❝ Yeah... unfortunately. She suddenly showed up while we were in a private plane to Norway. ❞​

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❝ What? Why are you in Norway? ❞​

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❝ Well, we met an angel while you were gone. He said he knew of another one in Norway and offered us a ride on his plane. Problem is that Bandages claims that angel we met is her pet. ❞​

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❝ That sounds really sketchy Samuel. Please be careful and don't do anything too stupid. ❞​

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❝ Don't worry. Worse comes to worse I'll just kick his ass into submission. But anyways, what happened to you? ❞​

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❝ We were abducted. Oh... Shoot, hold on. ❞ The phone beeped, letting her know she was down to her last minute and she quickly dropped a few more coins in. ❝ Okay. Sorry. I was down to my last minutes. Payphones. Anyway, yeah. Abducted. And ... well, you know. Whorehouse stuff... ❞​

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❝ Did... did they... err... do anything to you? ❞​

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❝ That sounds like concern. Are you growing a heart? Not anything too traumatic, I guess. I mean, as not traumatic as being stripped, chained, painted, and put on display can be... ❞​

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❝ Sh-shut up. But... Well... At least you're not there anymore. The fact that happened to you... pisses me off... ❞​

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❝ How sweet. I should probably get going. We're waiting to hear about Hay Sun. Fortunately it wasn't anywhere vital, but we did have to walk a long ways. Sam ... ❞​

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❝ Yeah, yeah, yeah. You go. We'll come to get you guys as soon as we meet up with this guy. ❞​

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❝ ... All right. Don't break too many things. Good night. ❞ ​

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❝ Shut up! Good night, Red. ❞​

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Hana hung up the phone and moved back to the waiting room. A doctor came out from a pair of double doors and approached her. ❝ Miss Renvick, ❞ it took her a minute to realize he was speaking to her. Hana hadn't gone by her birth name in ages.​

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❝ Yes? ❞​

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❝ Hay Sun is going to be fine. She's resting now. ❞​

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Hana breathed out a sigh of relief and thanked the doctor for the update. She moved back to her seat beside Cassandra and leaned her head against the wall, trying to get some rest. Today had been exhausting, but talking to Sam made it a little bit better. The others were safe. They were out of that horrible place. And now she could rest.​

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The limo ride was quite short but in the end the group soon headed another destination that Alistair chose. "well now I know you all are in a rush to save your friends and all, but its late and speaking to Henrik now would not be the most opportune thing to do at the moment" Alistair said closing his eyes as the group parked in front of a hotel.

With a casual smile the man walked out and held his new pimp cane. He quite liked this new sword of his and the fact that it could shapeshift like this was even more fun. With that done, Alistair merely walked ahead to the checkout and proceeded with business. In no time at all, Alistair returned with some keycards and a bright smile "well now you each get a suite, go wild with the roomservice" Alistair said as he walked off. "Welp enjoy!" Alistair said before heading into his own room and drifted off to sleep.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (4/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: I'M IN A HOTEL\\\///Mood: Night Night\\\

Brandon and the motley crew had ended up going to a hotel for the night. Brandon was still curious about this Tempy girl and what was up with Alistair and her. He was apparently working with her but at the same time helping them. Maybe he was playing both sides? Regardless it was a tiring experience and Brandon, for one, was looking forward to staying in a sweet hotel. While tensions may have been running high against this Alistair fellow, he was nice enough to pay for them to stay at a fancy ass hotel. So obviously he couldn't be all bad. The only thing that Brandon was worrying about, in all actuality, was how the hell they were going to get any training done. Before they had been in zombieville London and had an empty parking lot to train in. Now they were in the middle of random Norwegian Hotel where anyone and everyone could see them do their angel stuff. Oh well, that was for another day. Brandon went onto his bed and was about to get some sleep when he realized there was something in his pocket. It ended up being the sword wand thing and he was thinking it might be an uncomfortable thing to sleep on. Looking at his arm and looking at the wand he was wondering what these sword things really were. Oh well, that'd be a useless topic to ponder on for another day. Brandon shoved it back in his pocket and went to sleep regardless.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 25 - 4/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet ==> Luxury Hotel in Norway

After everything that happened, and his little name calling, not much happened. She didn't say much beyond knowing where the three girls were and left blowing a kiss. As if anyone would want to be kissed by that. However, she did mention something about human trafficking, and how Red has never been touched. That must've meant that she was involved in some kind of prostitution ring. He had no idea where, but he was sure that was what she meant. The idea of that pissed him off. Sam was seriously tempted to set something on fire or break something.

There was another matter that they had to deal with: The fact that Bandages referred to Moneybags as her pet. While he wasn't one to talk, it would be a big problem if he decided to betray them. Still, they could use him for now and deal with it when the time comes. With enough training, he was sure that he could take him down if need be. So for now, they would have him come along with them. They should try to enjoy all of this money while they could.

They landed in Norway safe and sound and got off of the plane. After a bit of walking, they came to a limousine. Oh man. This looks so nice... So expensive... Having Moneybags around was definitely going to be fun. All of this money, all of this luxury. It would be nice to enjoy it while they could. Of course, it would be nice to have Red and the others back as soon as possible. However, since it would take them some time to figure out where they were and gather up more angels, why not enjoy the down time in between?

Moneybags said something about the guy they came to visit, Heinrik or something or other, that he hates the bandaged girl. Or something along those lines, Sam wasn't exactly paying attention to what was being said. He was too distracted by the limo to hear anything. I am tempted to steal an ashtray or something like that.

Afterwards, they drove to an extremely expensive looking hotel. Moneybags went in and reserved a separate room for each person, because he's ballin' like that. After everything checked out, he handed everyone the keys to their rooms and headed inside. Sam had never been able to sleep in these kinds of places. He was a little excited to see what his room looked like.

He got into his room and looked around in awe. Holy shit, man... This is just... There was a king sized bed, with a large plasma screen TV across from it. The bathroom was large and had a large sink, a shower, a toilet with a seat warmer, and a jacuzzi. Thank you, Moneybags... Thank you so much."

During the drive, he took a peek in Red's bag that the French kid had brought. He rifled through it and found a phone. Must be hers, then... He decided to take it with him for... reasons. When he got in the room, he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. Suddenly, it started to ring, the Caller ID showed it as a Long Distance Number. He decided to answer.

"Hello..?"

"Red!?"

"Sam? Oh thank God!"

"What the hell, where are you?"

"We're in a hospital in Rome right now. Hay Sun was shot."

"What the- How the fuck did that happen!?"

"She started a brothel on fire..."

"I see... So that bandaged up bitch really was telling the truth..."

"What do you mean bandaged up bi-- were you in contact with Temeluchas?"

"Yeah... unfortunately. She suddenly showed up while we were in a private plane to Norway."

"What? Why are you in Norway?"

"Well, we met an angel while you were gone. He said he knew of another one in Norway and offered us a ride on his plane. Problem is that Bandages claims that angel we met is her pet."

"That sounds really sketchy Samuel. Please be careful and don't do anything too stupid."

"Don't worry. Worse comes to worse I'll just kick his ass into submission. But anyways, what happened to you?"

"We were abducted. Oh... Shoot, hold on. ... ... ... Okay. Sorry. I was down to my last minutes. Payphones. Anyway, yeah. Abducted. And ... well, you know. Whorehouse stuff..."

"Did... did they... err... do anything to you?"

"That sounds like concern. Are you growing a heart? Not anything to traumatic I guess. I mean, as not traumatic as being stripped, chained, painted, and put on display can be..."

"Sh-shut up. But... Well... At least you're not there anymore. The fact that happened to you... pisses me off..."

"How sweet. I should probably get going. We're waiting to hear about Hay Sun. Fortunately it wasn't anywhere vital, but we did have to walk a long ways. Sam ..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You go. We'll come to get you guys as soon as we meet up with this guy."

"... All right. Don't break too many things. Good night."

"Shut up! Good night, Red." Sam hung up the phone and chucked it onto the bed. Rome, huh?

Before heading off to bed, he enjoyed a soak in the jacuzzi. The heat was soothing and the bubbles felt wonderful hitting his skin. It made him completely forget that he had been stabbed in the shoulder or that he seared the wound shut. He just felt completely relaxed, like nothing bad had happened at all in the past few days. After he was finished with his soak, he dried off and put on the only clothes he had with him. Sam plopped onto the bed with a towel on his head. He turned on the TV and just sat there, enjoying all of this stuff. With the lights off and the TV still on, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 25 - 4/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet ==> Luxury Hotel in Norway

Joslyn was so relieved that person was finally gone. She disappeared as she blew a kiss. It was absolutely horrible, the rush of fear going through her entire body. Well, at least she was gone and they weren't in as much danger now. Though she was worried that Alistair might be on their side. If that was true, it was very possible that he would betray them. She had really hoped this wouldn't be the case.

They landed in Norway safe and sound. The whole group got out and began to walk. After a few minutes of walking, they eventually came up to a limousine.

"Ooooooooooooh~ I've never been in one of these beeeeefoooooooooorrrrre~."

"Well, even if he has money, we still shouldn't trust this guy. Actually, we should try to get him before he can get us. Pre-emptive strike, you know?"

"Oooooooooooorrr~ we can ride this out and see how long he dooooooooeeeeeeessssssssn't~."

"You pig, you just want to see all of this stuff, don't you?" The bickering continued as they drove off in the limo to an extremely luxurious hotel. She looked at it in awe, the hotel was so beautiful and tall. And they would be able to stay in it thanks to Alistair. That was wonderful.

After he went and got rooms and keys, he came back to hand them out. Joslyn received her key and she went up to her room. She closed the door and looked around the room, which was very beautiful.

"Wow~" The three said in unison.

Before she went to bed, Joslyn decided to enjoy the jacuzzi that was in the bathroom. There was no harm in it, so she figured she would try it. And it was absolutely wonderful.

"Oh wow~ This is amazing~."

"Mmmmmm~ I'm sure it iiiiiiissssss~."

"It must be..."

After her little bath, she dried off, put on her clothes, then went to bed with a towel wrapping up her hair. She turned on the TV and flipped channels. The clarity of the image on the screen was incredible.

"Aaaaaaaamaaaaaaaazzzziiiiiiiiiiiiinnnngggg~."

Eventually, unaware of what time it was, Joslyn fell asleep.

 

OOC: Sorry for not posting lately. My grandmother got out of the hospital Friday, and so I had to take care of her all weekend.

Tyson remained silent the whole time until Alistair mentioned Temeluchas. Her name made his blood boil over with rage. Tyson did all he could to prevent the mists of hellfire to come out. He was tired and would confront Alistair tomorrow about. And so he went to sleep in the hotel room.

Hawke entered his apartment and tossed his messenger bag on the couch and collapsed on it. He was too wore out from work to walk like 4 feet to his bed, and fell asleep.

 

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DAY 26​

Thursday, October 17, 2013​

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Richard, feeling fully rested and rejuvenated, got out of be-...off the couch with some weird feeling. He didn't quite know what it was at all but he soon realized he was incredibly hungry. Why was he this hungry? Richard walked over to get some cereal and poured some into a bowl. After eating the contents of the bowl he made himself another one and after that another one and continued this until he realized that his new box of cereal was empty. Was he really that hungry? Richard thought on this for a moment when suddenly he remembered everything that happened yesterday. That asshat of a swordsman who came out of nowhere and went in a five touch bout against Richard. And what was with that man's ego, saying that he was the only one who could beat himself. Richard felt pissed thinking about the whole thing, and while he may have just stayed home for the day, he felt like he needed to go a practice some more.

After getting on some clothes and picking up his saber Richard ended up getting in his car and going back to his abandoned warehouse. Once in there he looked around. Everything seemed perfectly normal, just like it always was. That was until a white fiery mist plume shot out from behind Richard and there stood his mystery man. That was odd, he seemed to actually have an appearance now, and a fairly modern one at that.The mystery man took out a wand from his pocket and turned it into a sword, pointing it at Richard nonchalantly. "Who are you?"

The man simply shook his head and said, "that'd be spoilers." The two's eyes stayed locked until Richard got into en garde position. He knew what this man was capable of and even knocking him a tiny off that pedestal he held himself so high on would be enough for Richard.

BOUT 2: ROUND 1​

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Right off the line, Richard sprang straight into an attack just like before. The mystery man simply took his lackadaisical stance and prepared himself for Richard's attack. However this time Richard just went for a beat attack, but regardless the mystery man pulled his blade away, took a step back and simply went in for his own attack. Richard quickly retreated but the speed from this man was far too great for Richard to contend with. Why was this man so fast? Because of that inhumanly fast attack Richard lost round 1 of their second bout. Though at this point he was just getting warmed up.

 

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ CAUTIOUS ✚ DAY 26 ※ 1/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA​

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HE was definitely no Metatron, but that didn't mean that he didn't have his information right. At this point, Leo decided, he probably knew more than Metatron – or at least his current vessel. It was female, right? He had tracked down the identities of all the people he saw Hay Sun with in the airport and on the plane, and then pinpointed their newer location in London. They weren't there anymore because things had begun to happen with the Dark Angels.​

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He remembered aligning with them in past lives to play the game right and get by, but this time around, they had put people in danger that he actually cared about. This life was going to be used to better the world, for once. He sighed, scrunching his nose at the thought. He wasn't a goody-two-shoes, not by a long shot, but seeing innocent people get hurt and knowing innocent people got hurt were two different things to him.​

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Leo's only conclusion about Hay Sun being around angels was a logical one; she was an angel herself, though how it escaped him their whole lives, he didn't know. There was only the matter of finding out which she was. Usually, he was able to tell by their Glamour traces, but he wasn't near her. He could call Xathanael, but he didn't want to get back into the game with these people yet – he didn't even have his sword. Before he could do anything, he needed Akasha.​

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Thankfully, Akasha wasn't his only akashic record; he used a blood spell to find some of the other Fallen and eventually tracked down Akasha. She was somewhere in Scandinavia – more specifically, Norway, where Araquiel [ Henrik Brandt, Leo thought he probably preferred ] was. Someone else had her, which made Leo a little more than irritated.​

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It was late night when Leo had completely secured his hideout and transferred a multitude of things onto his more portable phone, which he and accomplices had altered to be a supercomputer in the palm of his hands. He wondered advanced technology like he had wasn't an official thing yet. Probably because most humans were extremely stupid.​

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He had packed a bag and made a few phone calls to get a private jet to Stevanger. Sword first, sister next. He didn't even know where Hay Sun was. Metatron and Xathanael [ Cassandra and Hana, they were calling themselves ] were gone, too. If Abbadon had Akasha . . . It wouldn't turn out well. He was bitter that Hana didn't give him his sword when he originally asked for it, but she insisted because they weren't needed. Leo surmised, now, that he would probably have somehow managed to conquer the world's underground completely, if he had it.​

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. . . Then again, being a major player in all of Asia's underground was fine, too.​

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⎧Bin Lee, I'm on my way.⎭ he said into his phone, and then disappeared from his room.​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

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BOUT 2: ROUND 2​

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The mystery man had ended up just sort of vanishing away from Richard, as per the norm, after the touch was scored. He appeared the set distance away from Richard and kept his glare on Richard. Either party seemed to be ready for the next round, both getting into en garde stances. Richard knew that he could do what he wanted these first five touches. He planned to go farther this time in terms of fighting length. For some reason thinking of going to a fifteen round bout entered Richard's head and the mystery man just continued to stand there blade at the ready. It was go time for round two.

This time the mystery man lazily took a few steps forward. Richard decided he needed to warm up his defense first as well so he just sort of went with it. He started retreating before going for a counterattack, only for his blade to get beat back once more. The mystery man decided to not end it right then and there though, and he went in for a lackadaisical attack. Of course Richard was able to parry it rather easily...which was strange because by normal standards that was in no way a slow attack. Richard went in for his riposte only for the man to parry his blade back with little effort and continue his advance. Richard went in once more to pris de faire only the man to completely parry the attack all together and strike Richard through the chest.

Of course the blade, just like the other six times, did no physical damage. The man shrugged and sighed before disappearing in a wave of white mist. Richard was almost halfway warmed up for this bout. The man reappeared the same distance away he had always done before, and got ready once more. Of course, Richard had no choice but to follow suit.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 26 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 17, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Rome [Hospitalia] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖​

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Hana woke the next morning and did something she felt incredibly shameful for -- pickpocketing. She glamoured herself to become invisible and swiped a good deal of cash. It made her feel terrible, but what was a girl to do in a foreign country with no food, money, or clothes? The first thing Hana did was go shopping. She bought something for each of them to wear. The doctors had told her that with the bullet removed and having not hit anything important, she would be fine and ready to leave. They would supply her with crutches to use, not being allowed to put any pressure on her leg for awhile. That was unfortunate.

She put the clothes on at the store, the paint still decorating her body, and paid for the clothes. Hana stopped at a traditional Italian cafe for coffee and breakfast, bringing something back for each of the girls, and carried everything to the hospital. The nurse at the desk directed her to Hay Sun's room, and she nodded with a thank you.

Hana hip - checked the door open and went inside. There was a dark - skinned Italian doctor checking Hay Sun's vitals and filling out some paperwork. Cass was passed out on a chair in the corner and she set her clothes down on the table. The food sat beside them she lay Hay Sun's out at the foot of the bed. Hana finished her coffee and walked into the bathroom adjoining the French - Korean's room. Normally medical staff would not allow for someone other than the patient to use the shower in the bathroom, but with all of them knowing their circumstance, the man did not protest. She walked onto the tiled floor barefoot and lifted the dress up over her head. Hana stared at her reflection in the mirror for a minute, while the bathroom filled with steam, and scowled. She marched behind the curtain and began to vigorously scrub down her body.

It took a lot of work to remove all the paint. She wiped off with a towel and slipped back into her dress and boots. Her long red hair flowed down in a haphazard tangled mess and she sighed. Without a brush, there was no way to tame the wild mane. Pulling it back into a bun seemed like the best solution for the problem. She tied it off at the back of her head and exited the room. When she walked back into the bedroom, she noticed a waking face staring at her. ❝ I feel great now that I'm clean. ❞ The image of Decimus's fingers trailing over her naked form sent shivers down her spine. ❝ Good morning, by the way. ❞

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