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[b]Interactions:[/b] Cayde Selmy [@Guess Who][/center][hr]

[color=f26522]"Soooonnnuuuuvvvaaaa bitch, this is taking [i]way[/i] too long,"[/color] Satirra groaned, evidently frustrated about the lack of progress that she was able to make. It was a commendable effort, that was for sure, but in the end it was futile. 

Satirra should've known that the Ether-lock's effect were never going to fade that quickly, especially not after she had the cursed thing on for the past couple of years. If not for that, she'd already have been down a couple of floors. Cayde had mentioned that they were better off continuing to run down a few more floors first, and while Satirra hated the sentiment of giving up, she could see where he was coming from.

[color=f26522]"Yeah, you might be right,"[/color] she told Cayde, [color=f26522]"Seems as though I underestimated this piece of shit Ether-lock. Damn pain in the ass thing..."[/color]

She got up on her feet, just in time to overhear the radio communications coming from all the other soldiers. It looked as though they meant [i]business[/i] this time around, as they received orders to kill any of the escaped prisoners on the spot. Satirra had mixed feelings about this news. On the one hand, spending any more of her life in this hellhole would be trying at best. But on the other, she was made for so much more than this. For now she listened into more of the communications, particularly something concerning the warden.

[color=f26522]"Hmm... we [i]might be[/i] able to misdirect all the other guards into rushing right past us; that job would be much easier if we keep that one guy alive,"[/color] Satirra mused aloud, [color=f26522]"But that warden Derrick sounds like he'd be a stubborn old mule if I ever heard one. We'll need a plan for him specifically."[/color]