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[h3][color=Chocolate]~Chieko Okawa~[/color][/h3][/center]
Hero's District, Priestella 
Death count: 1
Reset Count: 4
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Damn it...!

It wasn't a bad plan, but she had expected Quill to just barrel in through the door, not just cut a hole in it. Perhaps she had overestimated? Or had Quill seen through it. She could merely wait for the poison to take effect as Quill addressed her from the other side of the door. Chieko frowned, already finding it more difficult to breathe within moments. As much as she didn't like it, maybe she could get some more information out of her attackers. She had already learned quite a bit just from this one outing.

Chieko felt her legs getting weaker as she leaned against the wall. Oni? There was an attack of some sort? Chieko frowned, unable to say anything as she tried to cling onto consciousness even just a bit longer. Was she smiling? Hard to tell, but she knew what she was talking about. Not that she could do anything, by now she couldn't even keep herself standing or leaning against the wall, slowly sliding down until she was on her back. In the last vestiges of her consciousness however, she heard something very useful - and very disturbing.

[color=peachpuff]”Youhoo, Hiro!”[/color]

Fritzi's voice jolted Chieko back to the waking world.

Huh? She had expected to wake up in a dungeon somewhere or some place similar. Did Quill kill her instead? Or did...someone else? The Japanese girl said nothing to start with, giving the others plenty of time to converse as she thought over what she had learned with her brief encounter.

[color=Chocolate]"Mhm...guys."[/color] Chieko quietly spoke up, quickly relaying the information she had learned from Donovans. One, they couldn't trust that failure of a doctor. Two, she wanted to speak with Quill again - they might be able to convince her that they could come peacefully. It seemed like she at least, was a bit less...violent? Or perhaps could be negotiated with.

[color=Chocolate]"They're after us..."[/color] She continued, once finished. [color=Chocolate]"Me, Hiro, and Aerith...but Quill didn't kill me - she said she was going to kidnap me and then...we could...rid the place of humans."[/color]

Even if they could convince them to back off. She couldn't agree with that last bit, even if what Quill implied was true in the slightest.

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[h3][color=slategray]Mie Yukima[/color][/h3][/center]
Below Ground - The back rooms
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Mie simply took in Ruri's scowl with an impish smile, completely not seeing any ill intent behind it. Besides, her old bones had better things to burn with their old fury. She was here to find someone who did something. Not that she cared in the end - she was just in this for the giggles, and she was certainly going to have them by the end of this. 

Mie listened with rapt attention to Ruri's instructions. Such a shame what happened to this place. It had always been a den of degenerates, but it wasn't until recently did scum like the Larchmond's began to fester, it seemed. Tsk tsk, someone would need to teach them a lesson, and she would be a very, very, eagerly helpful teacher.

[color=slategray]"Skyflower...a nice little plant. Sometimes they never wake up, fufu."[/color] A smile crept across Mie's face, but it void of her normal playfulness. Her eyes lacked any of that impish playfulness that it carried. [color=slategray]"Don't you worry, Ruri. I've never met a man that I couldn't entertain. Let's be off, Kitten. We have prey to find."[/color] With that said, Mie made her way to leave. Getting to the VIP section wouldn't be easy...but with Mirts help, then it could be feasible. She just needed to make sure they got into the ring. A little goading was easy. Drunk people made for easy targets.

Finding the old monk was incredibly easy.

[color=slategray]"Follow my lead, kitten."[/color] Mie whispered to Elque before walking up to Mirt's table.

[color=slategray]"What are you even talking about, you senile old man?"[/color] Mie's voice was full of both scorn, annoyance, and utter disbelief as she spoke. [color=slategray]"You? Some fighter? You look like you belong in some alley, begging for scraps of food."[/color] Placing a hand on her hips and placing a drink in front of one of the other men, she continued. [color=slategray]"Are you gentlemen just going to let this guy talk like that? I bet he couldn't even take one of you, or are all of you spineless cowards?"[/color] Her tail brushed lightly against a nearby mans leg as she sighed. [color=slategray]"Such a shame. I thought this place was full of tough, courageous, men."[/color]