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[h3]Charles Balderdash[/h3]
Charles practically jumped out of his skin walking straight into the other group on the other side of the door. It took Charles a moment longer than usual to process the scene before him, his mind still somewhat addled, and the bestial howls from corridors further up. Rozalind and XIII held their firearms at the ready.

Had the whole world gone mad?

“No, Ma’am he’s not drunk. Well, he was until a few moments ago in fact we all were because we tried some of Dimitri’s drink.” Hurriedly he held up his hands. “But we’re fine now. Fire for…not quite duty but something. What’s the situation?”

He had bent down next to Rozalind to help Twain back to his feet when he caught sight of Twains desperate gaze. His brow furrowed and Charles chewed on the strange medicine furiously trying to clear his thoughts completely.

“Zesiro.” He pulled Twain off the floor as best he could. “You said you need to find him, what’s wrong?”


[h3]Shannon[/h3]
Now free from the paralysing grasp of the strange light Shannon shook her head, and stumbled back from the red smoke pouring out of Hirches armour, a bitter smell that reminded her of the Bad Place. In panic, she was too focussed on what was happening around her to pay much attention to Rockins orders.

She bumped into a table and whirled around to see the barrels of guns pointed in her directions. In an instant Shannon had her hackles raised and swiped at them with her tail trying to keep them at bay. Thinking they were after Vaughtar Shannon placed herself between the two and him as well as Hirsche. A set of eyes drifted towards where Zesiro now lay with Rockin nowhere in sight. She couldn’t shield him as well.

“Agents” Her voice dripping with malice she warned them. “Stay away. No Hurt Friends.”