[center][h1][color=ac00e6]Khaliya, The Swordwind[/color][/h1]
[b][u]December 3rd, 2286
New York City Metro - Blue Line[/u][/b][/center]

Debris littered the main floor of the station, cracked terminals still reading out the last entries of a day two hundred years ago and waiting for the first curious soul to brush across their keys. Seepage dripped from the ceiling through fissures in the concrete, the acidic nature of the downpour outside causing hissing, steaming pools of water here and there. The very fact that there was anything present here besides walls and ceiling was enough reassurance for a few. Khaliya among them quietly set it aside as a bit of good luck. Anywhere else in the wasteland, a distinct lack of human presence would be seen as ideal, even if it meant the area had been looted. Here in a dead city all it did was serve as a dire warning that no matter how well prepared they were, in actuality they weren't. Nothing set off her survival instincts more than an absolute absence of life, and it was a feeling shared.

"Paladin." The voice over the open channel was that of the Talon Leader Prism, her tone low as if the walls could hear and she preferred greatly that they didn't. It was the first time she had addressed anyone at all since their departure, and that she made contact with her specifically made her raise her guard instinctively. "It should be starting to get dark above ground soon, if it hasn't already. We should seek shelter for the night so that we can regroup and reassess the mission."

It was a smart move, one that she already intended on doing, something Prism likely knew. What this was was a show of solidarity. They had just been given a very direct reminder that there were others in the Necropolis, and that if they weren't outright hostile then they most certainly did not appreciate the group's presence. She did a quick scan of the room as she paused, holding a gauntlet up to signal everyone to hold. Before them were the stairs to the surface, dim light at the very top where rain poured down. The sky couldn't be seen quite yet, but she knew it was already dark out due to the storm. It would be dark for much of their journey, but keeping to the daylight hours was for the best anyways.

Behind them as the last of the group made it to the lobby were the stairs going back down to the platform and the way they came. Even if it wasn't for the so called power-ghoul, there was no going back now that they had already made it to those first steps above ground. Her eyes scanned the various stands set up, skeletons laying where the people had died in the very brief time they had left after nuclear fire swept the city. A few were scattered along the steps here and there, signs that some might have survived the initial impact and tried in desperation to find shelter in the subway tunnels. It was a bitter reminder of the sheer loss of life so long ago, but of no help to them.

Turning, she found an information kiosk with green still lighting the screen of the terminal. Though no expert in computers, it took little to access the basics. [color=ac00e6]"There's a bank just down the street from surface entrance."[/color] She said, metal fingers still clicking across the keyboard. It meant a run across open ground and through the acid rain, but she was confident they could do it. [color=ac00e6]"It's referenced as a main branch of a local bank, so should be decently fortified. Might even have low enough radiation levels for us to take off the suits. Everyone good with this? We'll likely have to book it after checking to make sure the surface is clear."[/color]