[center][color=gold][b][h1]Aerith Hastings[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

[center][i][h3]Here We Go Again Part 5: All Quiet On The Dying Front[/h3][/i][/center]

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Poison. That was all that Aerith could think would be a reason for her to have died, again, and looking at the others it was obvious to her that (maybe???) some of them remembered something too? Had they even all died in the first place? A chill ran down the length of her spine once more, as memories of the "first" still haunted her even now. At least this time hadn't been as....violent, but this also proved a theory to her as well. They had died more than once here, and if the trend kept up (and wasn't some stock of lives) there was no potential to escape any of this by.....dying. Then again, to ponder if this no-hypothesis was true or not was not on her list of things to do personally. Even now the feeling of the stab wound, and holding that cloth on it Fritzi gave her with pressure, was so vivid to her the feeling was struggling to fade from her and her body. All she did remember, though was what at this point she assumed the others might remember who were there. 

Getting sleepy, the room being humid and hot, and then Fritzi yelling about Donovan somehow before it all went black...

However, there was one potential silver lining that Aerith held onto. She, Hiro, and Chieko had overcome the "first round" as it were. They had used what they knew to stop the worst happening to them. But....was this possible to organize for one big group? Other than the brief familiarity she had with Hiro and Chieko, which she was most attached to here so far, she knew none of these other people. Even Alistair, who had helped get her and Hiro onto the cart to try to get them help, was an unknown to an extent to her. That meant...potentially smaller groups forming perhaps? To Aerith that felt like a safer thing, rather than any arguing potentially over leadership if all of them from Earth here began talking to each other. 

To this end, Aerith put down the money to pay Fritzi, then pocketed any remainder. She then reached out to grab Hiro and Chieko's hands, bags with their clothes looped onto her arms. Though not as strong as Hiro had been in that other fight, Aerith's grip was...like a vicegrip really. Tight, the tension in her body unable to be hidden, though her face wore a mask of polite embarrassment, as if she seemed to behave like she'd remembered something. 

[color=gold]"Ah! A few of us perhaps need to talk for a minute. Hiro, Chieko....ah, and Alistair! Please come over here real quick, ok?"[/color] Aerith said, her words flowing so naturally that....it was potentially kind of jarring as compared to what her grip was communicating to Hiro and Chieko. Aerith even gave a very brief, solid, steely glare into Alistair's eyes alone as she mentioned the boy (unseen to Fritzi behind her at least she hoped) that communicated a very strong impression of 'get over here with us right now, we need to talk'. 

As it were, they needed to not bring this up among everyone. She had no idea if anyone here was a blabbermouth, and at that if anyone reacted too strangely to all of this......she was afraid that what little information they now knew might become too useless in part. Of course she couldn't think as if she could control everyone. That would be asking to be both a control freak and a fool. But if the other two she had come here with, and maybe Alistair if he came over to their small "pow-wow" she was forming to the side and out of earshot, could form a small information network that might be good. Maybe. 

It was somewhat of a desperate plan, perhaps one fueled by a fear of death and the bitterness seeping into her about things. Frustrations about avoiding death only to swiftly succumb to another attempt soon after...they too perhaps came into the picture. Maybe those words from the smaller assassin who had stabbed her in the gut were still resonating with her even. 

Regardless of whatever was behind her actions at this time, this idea was one she hoped would allow them to actually [b]form[/b] a proper plan for "this time". Even if for a smaller, and more manageable, group of people. Then maybe they could help the others organize, if this even remotely worked. 

Because of course, it could all blow up in her face and they'd die right here again.