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~ [i]Deviation[/i] ~[/center]

Rebecca tentatively pressed into the fog wall, her gaze firmly fixated on her surroundings for any kind of signs or signals to where she might be going. The dense shroud that covered the graveyard, the oppressive aura she could feel making her way through it, everything indicated that she shouldn't be where she was. Even her shadow steps barely provided any ground clearance, but it wasn't like she would be able to tell, not under the veil of smoke. But that oppression kept her moving forwards. Such an occurrence, there was no doubt Beacon would show up, and if they did, The Seraph would be among them. What a perfect chance she had - all she really had to do was [i]find[/i] the girl. 

Better said than done.

For a moment, she thought she had some semblance of her bearings. Bravaan's voice lingered in the back of her mind, accompanied by the words of Christine. She needed to fight, and destroy her opponents, and complete her objective. Becoming a Tasker, Rebecca had thought this kind of work would be left to others. That her days would be spent scouring the city for graffiti and blog URLs, dredging up information of Fears and the like, and investigating potential threats or informants. Despite her earlier protest to the job, a modicum of joy crept its way into her mind. Bravaan's influence, surely, but it held weight. There was a tangible sense of accomplishing something worth while.

As she thought, she stumbled into what began to look like a clearing. The smoke was less dense - she could see more of her surroundings. And what she could see was strange. A beast of a being, some black and viscous form, that... seemed to be attacking another girl. But just past that, there was a veil - something she could see through, among and between the fog. People she hadn't seen before, except for one - the profile of Alicia. Crisis crossed her mind. A hand clutched the hilt of her blade, and she looked back and forth between the two scenes. Her mission was right there. She could start completing it immediately, get the worst over and done with.

[i][center][colour=BlueViolet]"Why do you want to join, exactly?"[/colour]

[colour=Thistle]"Ah... We, wan't ta do somin' good. 'Elp some people or, or... or somethin', ah dunno."[/colour][/center][/i]

With a running start, Rebecca drew her sword, and grasped it with both hands. As she approached, she brought it down to her left side, letting the blade face diagonally down towards the ground, whilst charging it with her magic, until she came upon the thing. This giant, awful beast. Near enough in melee range, she swung across and diagonally up, aiming for one of the Tar Baby's legs, her sword brimming with an immobility curse, hoping to sever the limb in its entirety. Whether the curse would be effective or not, she didn't know, nor whether she was physically strong enough to cut off such a creatures leg, but she had to try.

Regardless of whether the attack was successful, and provided she wasn't restrained in anyway, she would immediately pull back into a defensive stance - positioning the katana vertically and on her right side, preparing to deflect any attacks that came her way.

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~ [i]Search and Destroy[/i] ~[/center]

She had flown a fair distance, just to reach the graveyard. Now that Cindy Ford's little usurpation of Penrose was no longer the biggest event, she had no need of heading there. This was a much more important, and vast, scenario. Without hesitation, Katelyn dove into the fog barrier, intent on making her way to the heart of the place as quickly as possible. Unless something drew her attention along the way. Whether this was the fault, in some way, of Cindy and her group, she couldn't tell, but the stench of a Horror lingered over the area. She had encountered Horror servants before. Killed Horror servants before. Graveyards and mysterious smoke was a trade tradition, at this point.

The moment she landed in the area, what looked to be some kind of Mausoleum, her eyes went to the surroundings. From the outset, she spotted what looked like four Magical Girls of some kind, and numerous minions surrounding the area. Tentacled abhorrences, that tallied three in her mind. Two of the four did battle with the minions, doing their best to clear them out, but struggling. She had never seen them before, but the other two... she recognised immediately, even with them both locked into battle. One of them was that girl, the knight, from when The Bates had attacked her. Revenge made itself known for a second, until her eyes flicked to the last combatant.

In a few seconds, she summoned her spear, the white lightning arc plunging through the fog wall to her hand, whereupon she raised it, pointing the tip towards the two fighters. The next second was filled with the sound barrier breaking, and the tip firing off towards them, most likely capable enough to kill the intended target with a single shot if she didn't dodge of somehow block it. But the spear railgun wasn't the end, as Katelyn leapt her way towards the two, ignoring Mika, Lupa, and Sil's Shade entirely.

[colour=DodgerBlue]"Hey there, Silhouette. I've been looking for you."[/colour] she said coldly, channelling her magic to regenerate the tip of her spear, the blade and handle crackling with residual electricity; if Sil wasn't dead from the railgun, she would watch Katelyn stroll up towards Shona, eyeing her target from the corner of her eye, [colour=DodgerBlue]"You must be Shona, I've read about you. Remember me?"[/colour] she grasped the spear, angling it towards Silhouette, but keeping a watchful eye in case Shona attempted anything against her, [colour=DodgerBlue]"Apologies for breaking up your fight, but this one is [i]mine[/i] to kill."[/colour]

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