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Rose and Reverberating Pain

As Shal and Wolf entered into Wynn, Rose felt them, like two lights in a dark tunnel. But after only a few seconds, just after Shal started to say something about telling Lord Avondale- most likely that they were safe, Rose heard Shal cut off.

"Something's wrong. Shal just started speaking and stopped..." Rose said. She sounded like she was barely paying attention to Lord Avondale, or even what she was saying. That's because she was listening and feeling to try to see what was going on.

Rose gasped as suddenly she felt a pain rip through Wolf and his light went dull and a pain hit Shal and made her light spark. Shal explained a moment later, and it made sense.

"Wolf got knocked unconscious by something, and Shal broke her leg." Rose related to Avondale, in that same monotonous tone. Then she refocused, and looked at him. "What do they do now?" She also wanted to ask if she could Heal them any via that line he'd had her make. She was a little afraid to try it without knowing, though.

Her head was still hurting from earlier, but the reverberations of the knocked unconscious Wolf and Shal's broke leg affected Rose. She felt nauseous.

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Taran; Boarding the Dragonfly

Taran winced as Flan mentioned that he had, indeed, somewhat ignored n** and allowed her to carry her the last bit.

"I am sorry, Madam. I will carry her aboard. I just had to... make sure that the computer understood the situation completely." he told Flan. He hated that his spaceship had been ruined a few years back, or he wouldn't bother "borrowing" Rose's.

"Let's get on, shall we? n** can rest while we get going."

Taran walked over to n**, and picked her up. Remembering that there was more to her, and suspecting what, he wasn't sure what she would do upon wakening. Nonetheless, he carried n** aboard the Dragonfly, and up into the top part of the ship. Carefully, he selected one of the unused crew quarters.

"Wait a moment..." he told Flan, as he carefully slung n** over his shoulder and managed to climb down the ladder into the room. He laid n** on the bed, and then quickly climbed back out into the hall. He turned back to the south end of the hall, and found a small panel. "Sorry, n**." he mumbled, as he pressed a few buttons. The light next to the crew room n** was in went from green to red. "It's for your own safety."

Taran then made sure that Flan was ready to go, and had her sit in the co-pilot's chair, as he started the engine, flicking a few switches and hitting a few buttons. The engines came to life, and the small cargo ship was ready to fly.

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Se'rox: Not Playing

Having accepted Tixmarn's offer to go with him to the Institution, Se'rox could not help but feel that this was taking her dangerously away from Zuchax III. Once there, the man offered her warmer clothes, which she accepted. But then he started talking about this group of Nobodies he was with, she made an excuse to use the facilities, and, thanks to feeling warm again, was finally feeling much better.

Se'rox teleported to the area Tixmarn had found her in, and then started walking. After a few hours, she found a cave. It seemed warm enough. In fact, it seemed as though someone had left it recently- maybe only an hour back or so. If it had been as cold in there as it was outside, she might not have been able to tell. But she could smell, so she breathed in deeply. It smelled like Zuchax III, all right.

"Well, that's closer than I was before." she said, exhaling. But Xeona's scent was also prevalent. "And yet, I still think he could be in trouble."

Walking back out into the snow, Se'rox realized she had no idea where he had gone. But she doubted he would be able to go very far. Certainly not all the way home, not right after that injury. He had to be close. She opened a portal near the nearest town. But it was a Heartless town, so she knew he wouldn't enter there, if possible. So she opened a portal near to the next nearest town.

Except, she had not made an allowance that the next nearest town would have some craziness going on that had spilled out into the surrounding area, so that when she stepped out of her portal, she was in the middle of one of the largest gatherings of Gaians ever seen before.

"Great. Like I'll find him here now?" Se'rox muttered.

Unfortunately, the people jostling around were somehow fixated on her.

"Hey!" one shouted, "You're with us!" one yelled.
"Sweet! I'll grab her! I'll bet she's great at slashing!" said another, who grabbed her by the arm.

Se'rox pulled mud into her hands, but she was surrounded in seconds, by more people than she could honestly keep track of, with the ground being shaken by so many people as it was. In fact, the whole mob- which, as far as she could tell, stretched every direction for as far as she could see- was making her quite nauseous. The mud fell from her hands, and she couldn't do much to stop the group from dragging her over to some larger area, where people seemed to be sheering on other people, and shouting for Durem, or someone like that. Thankfully, the people leading her caught on to how ill she was feeling, and set her down on a bench for a few minutes. This is not my lucky day. Se'rox thought, holding on to the bench to hold herself upright.

"I don't think she's playing." someone nearby said.
"No, for now she's not playing. But she'll have to, sometime today. For Durem!" said another, ending in another cheer.

Se'rox groaned, and slumped over.