With the quick removal of the rifle from her hands, Cynthia reached out to take it back before being stopped by a blade to her throat. The cool metal threatened to cut her strangely smooth skin, just waiting for that subtle movement to start drawing blood. A whistle his her ears loud and clear. Ravenia's counter signal made it clear that the whistle was to let Ravenia know of something. She didn't dare speak up again to The Mother. She didn't move as they sank into the shadow, the cold empty feeling washing over her briefly before they returned to the world of the light. 

They were in front of the gate. She knew that much just by looking around. That Marcus, the gate guard, he was there. Some others were there too. A big guy, a smaller guy, both of which Cynthia believed to have a direct connection to Ravenia, and at least three gate guards with guns aimed at her. 

She was another goddamned tick on his mark, reminding him further how he always somehow failed to do his job correctly. 

Marcus let Ravenia fire off to her leisure, standing tall next to the gate guards at full attention before even muttering anything. 

[color=9e0b0f]"My problem. I'll handle her."[/color] He said to her, stepping slowly and carefully over to the jacketed girl who was just now rising from the ground, her dark green jacket now a dirty brown from the red dust below them. He looked to Ravenia and bowed to her. [color=9e0b0f]"It will [i]never[/i] happen again."[/color] 

It was the most that he had spoken at one time in months. He wondered why she didn't instantly launch her finger at him and banish him for another blunder that only he could take the fall for. He needed her to know that he never made the same mistake twice, and while he did not give her the entirety of the information, he was sure that he was going to do something about that girl. 

[color=8dc73f]"I swear! I swear! I'm not here to kill anyone! I'm just a girl trying to make a living buying and selling shit. If you're going to expel me from the city forever, the please, just give me my rifle back and let me be on my way."[/color] Cynthia pleaded in the face of danger, still not taking any steps closer to or further away from Ravenia. That little tinge from Marcus' face told her that she wasn't going to get off that easy. Those little micro-expressions of his told her all she needed to know about what she would be in for.

And none of it seemed fun.