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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra]
[h2]Jericho isn't that lucky either[/h2][/center]

[color=9d36ff]"What's going on here?"[/color]

Bianca Nuit would have been a major boon to my team.

After the satisfying results of my heel-driven attempt at breaching the door, I'd stepped over the two halves of doorway on the floor and entered the room to find a...

A very battered food cart. That had been strange, but stranger still was the contents of said cart.

Namely, not food. Instead, it was occupied by own bloodied, battered, and otherwise beaten waiter that looked strangely familiar.

Well, to cut down on my facetiousness, the familiarity was the least strange part about the whole thing. This was the guy that had been flirting with Bianca just an hour or two ago, and now he was slowly bleeding all over his food cart. A stab wound, narrow but deep, was plainly obvious against his flank.

And on the other hand, he just saw some short unassuming guy kick a door in half.

Needless to say, he and I had spent a good few seconds gawking at eachother.

On the other hand, Bianca Nuit had immediately displayed the ability to surmise the situation at a moment's notice. Even as I blinked out the confusion and attempted to report something along the lines of [b]"I think your friend her just got stabbed"[/b], she had already surveyed that much and was taking action, her spear morphing into the form of a purse as she began retrieving a needle and thread.

[color=66cd00]"Who the fuck's this?"[/color]

Gratia wasn't far behind, either. Another person who got straight to the point.

Both were quick on the uptake and decisive.

Something we at JCL could really use, and practically the antithesis of myself. A counterpoint against my overdeliberation when lives were on the line.

But, there was one quality of mine that would prove helpful countless times.

[b]"Ah, I can handle that."[/b] I told Bianca, gesturing to the wounded staffer. [b]"Just hand me the needle."[/b]

The new wrinkle added to my semblance would get the guy up and running in no time flat compared to trying to stitch him up.

Which would give us more time to grill him about the cause of all this mess.

Question Number One, for instance.

[i]Just what the hell were you doing here?[/i]