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Running was a good plan a solid one yup, Eva thought hopping over branches and through the woods it was a shame however that she was running away from the gunfire and monster behind her, breaking off from the group one of the Hounds tried his best to stop her from leaving as the monster tore through his friends dividing his attention leaving his aim to be laughable for a so called hunter. Which was something Eva was thankful for as she was not as athletic as she would like to be, jogging through the woods was not something Arthur had on the training regiment it was a tiring endeavor. She heaved as the wind blew past her face and swept her clothes shots did ring out infrequently but soon she couldn’t tell if they were being aimed at her or the creature as trees stopped being torn to shreds and heavy bush obscured the distance between her and those trying to kill them. Now the plan was to meet up with Bernice and the little friends, who kept chattering away with some accent a thick Bostonish drawl. Eva had likely lost the Hounds and monster for now and proceed to slow down her pace as she was still rather lost and unsure where she was even heading, taking this downtime Eva called out to the Elderly little one from earlier. [color=00aeef]”Miss Elder? Do we have a way to track Bernice down?”[/color]

Climbing from a side pocket of Eva’s bag the Elder with streaked white in her otherwise black hair spoke. “afeayahd not deeyah, We have not traveled fah from auur homes. We have kept auur distance from Bernice aunly revealing auurselves a short time ago, whereva ha friends house is I aunly hope we find it soon.”

[color=00aeef]”We’d find it a lot easier if there was actual help from one of the two beacons of sunshine, but I somehow doubt it. First we’ll need to find a way out of the forest, any of you know that much?”[/color]

One of the warriors nodded. “We do know where the Big Ones live, fah past the edges auf the forest, I shall guide you but we must make haste.” The little one with what appeared to be a safety pin for a sword took charge and leaped forward into the forest Eva had to pay close attention to where she leaped and weaved as even though she was waiting and allowing herself to be seen the little warrior moved like a blur and despite her size was more agile in this environment. Keeping Excalibur pulled close to her side she tried keeping pace and eventually as the sun began to rise above the tree line as the little ones seemed to be more quiet as the edge of the forest came into view. “There. The Big One’s homes are in sight.” The little warrior pointed out as she hung on a small branch overhead.

[color=00aeef]”Good, I need a door. Any door really. I may not do magic but I do have magic.”[/color]

“Big one speaks without mind. But doah I find.”

Chasing after the warrior Eva past an old warehouse on the edge of town motioning for the little scout to return.[color=00aeef]”I got our exit, we need to go.”[/color] Swinging open the door as the Little Clan scout climbed up Eva’s pants a vast library lay spread out before them as the door close and taking a moment to relax Eva turned back to the same door and opened it again. [color=00aeef]”Welcome to my home, if we don’t know where Bernice is we need a tracker. He should be around here.”[/color]

“Hold aun Big One, the particulars auf auur new location will have to wait but no new people. We have exposed auurselves too much already.”

[color=00aeef]”I guess it’s good he isn’t a person, he’s my pet.”[/color]

“No.” Screamed the warrior gal. “No creatures, we are food to them, prey.”

[color=00aeef]”Not a fan of pets, guess alien pets are also on that list. Hokay then, best not stick around here too long then. I know a place where we could get some quiet.”[/color] With another jaunt through the magic library opening to a dusty old place, with more rooms than bulbs. Her Grandfather Alistar Wahlforth had spent a lot of money into his old family home such so that it pre-dated much of what was now Central Park. [color=00aeef]”It’s old, more antiques than dust but it holds a special meaning to me. No one but us will be here, and I’d appreciate it if we keep it in one piece.”[/color]

“Is a wonderful place, filled with many nooks to hide. Perfect fah us sneaks. Will do fah the meantime until we meet up with the rest. You have plan yaww?”  

Eva shrugged and let out an exasperated sigh.[color=00aeef]”Ehh. I’ll pop by the library and see if the mage I came with would actually help me. If I can get her too. She is not the most, um. Helpful sort. But for now you all should be safe, no one has been here aside from myself a while ago, and another who no longer has business here. I’ll get some food, won’t take long.”[/color] As the clock ticked and the hour came to a close Eva had returned, bags in hand. Chips, water and sandwiches. [color=00aeef]”Should last us awhile, I’ll turn on the heat.”[/color]

Almost as if on cue, there was a massive gong sound from the front door, completely at odds with any sound it may have made before. When Eva answered it, Salamander stood outside, looking grim and put upon. His shabby coat was missing a sleeve, and he was still holding his own blade by the hilt, drawn, though not brandished in any way. Seeing her, his craggy and unshaven face broke into a grin. "Doin alright, girl? Tiny little people not weighing too much on your pockets on the way out?"

Without bothering to wait for a response, he tossed a folded piece of paper at her face with an idle flick. He could probably have handed it to her, but he seemed in a somewhat foul mood for him. "That's where you need to go. Townhouse like thing, maybe an apartment? Full of animals. Nice girl there, apparently, goes by the name of Carrie. Not Charlie. Bloody creative parents there." And with that, he spun on his heel and marched off into the morning. He walked with a limp today, but still gave off, as he settled his sword onto his shoulder and made his way out to the woods, that he was whistling a jaunty tune.

[color=00aeef]”Yea, bloody good day to you too. Well at least I got something now, at least Salamander is helpful; pleasant more than Merlin too not that’s a high bar.”[/color]