[@jdh97]

[i]“You would do best to relax,” [/i] Said Herbert.

"Fuck you." Said Rozalind, but, she did obey. Closing her eyes and slowing her breath. 

Herbert mentioned finding a husband, she laughed. It hurt her lungs, but, it was a good laugh all the same. She remained where she was as he left for the stairwell...

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[@Viridity][@The Bearded One]

Twain grimaced. "I'm reluctant to split up, I'd hate to loose the rest of the team---Speaking of the devil."

There was a man coming up the stairs. Large, muscled, covered in tattoo's. Out of the corner of your eye, one might swear they moved. Yet, when one fixed their eyes firmly upon the illustrations they were still and one might simply think it a trick of the light. 

The man said nothing, and motioned to Twain to follow him down the stairs. He looked at every newcomer, but, his eyes lingered longest upon Vata before he turned about and lead Twain down the stairs.

Ryann allowed her hand to be taken by the stranger. She had taken all the strangeness in stride, remaining quite calm. In her world anything could happen, so, she had no reason to be surprised by anything at all.

"Spliced? Whatever that means... I don't think they are." She shrugged her feathers proudly. "Always had 'em. Always will." She smiled at him. "Do you know these guys?" She pointed past the tattoo man, there was a second coming up the stairwell. This was Herbert.

"Hullo Hullo." Twain waved at the stranger. "I see you've meet Icarus, though, I doubt he was polite enough to introduce himself. Pardon him, he's shy around strangers." Twain grinned walking down the step to meet Herbert. "I'm Twain, some of these folks behind me are part of my crew, some are... uh... not sure yet, but we can figure that out after we get the hell out of here."