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~ [i]Surveyor Team Alpha[/i] ~[/center]

Sasha had long since left the confines of The Nerine Vista, leaving the Boss on her own, sat at her favoured table, in the middle of the main floor. This constant idea of watching all of one's blind-spots had waned on her for quite some time - years, now. In thought, her gaze drifted towards one of the several paintings that lined the walls of the restaurant. Just to give it that much more of a high end feel, if the gold embellished, leather seats, and rich wood tables didn't give off that air enough already.

But among the various classical art pieces that surrounded the main floor like a barrier, this one was particularly noticeable. Its theme was very much different when compared to the beautiful landscapes and naked Cherubs. This specific painting pictured the Earth, from orbit, splintered and cracked like a window pain, and illuminated from above by a brilliant white star. Below its frame was a gold nameplate, though with no artists name apparent. Only a series of words. "Der Alte Wurfelt Nicht". Painted nearly five years ago. One of the Boss's favourite pieces of art to ever be produced.

Her train of nostalgia and reminiscence was cut short, however, by the buzz of a phone, just outside of her peripheral vision. The device was still sat on the table where she had left it some time ago. At the angle she was sat, she could easily read the message, even despite leaning back it her chair, relaxed. The contact caught her eye first, listed as "Surveyor Team Alpha".

[quote=Surveyor Team Alpha - Now]
Rebecca Suthers tracking device disabled, magical interference. Unable to locate.
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~ [i]Mortality[/i] ~[/center]

With a groan, Rebecca attempted to pick herself up from the ground. Her mana levels had been weak, so it wasn't surprising that the intangibility barely protected her in her entirety, but now that she was full of magical energy again, the pain and stiffness that struck her didn't feel right. If anything, she should have felt better, more revitalised, rearing and ready to enter the battle once more, but as she dug her blade into the ground to lift her from the ground, a sense of tiredness washed over her. The pounding in her head announced that something was amiss.

Though she was a resilient Magical Girl by trade, even Rebecca wasn't willing to have risked that kind of fall without protection. She had absorbed some of that mana dust from where her blade had punctured the beast, and rolled off down its back. From there, Rebecca had stepped to the shadow beneath it, and engaged her intangibility. With some finesse and luck, the thing would have passed right through her, and the resulting explosion of mana dust around her would bring her back up to peak condition for the next encounter.

So why then did she feel so terrible? It wasn't a weight of tiredness that laid upon her, though the lethargy didn't help. Mentally, emotionally, physically - she was drained. As much as Rebecca shook her head, attempted to focus, and pulled herself to her feet, it didn't seem to matter. A feeling of sickness clung to her, mind and body. Although she didn't have any signal anyway, Rebecca pulled out her phone, hoping to call in reinforcements from the other Taskers, but the thing was fried.

[colour=Thistle]"Tha' fuck's going-"[/colour] Rebecca muttered, as she pulled the Katana from the earth and took a step forward, only to stop at the feeling on something hitting her back. She wasn't the type to be startled, but in her current situation, there was no way to quell her pent up anxiety. So she spun around, expecting to see somebody, or some creature, but instead, was presented with nothing. Instead, the same thing occurred - still behind her. With a free hand she reached up around around her right shoulder, and grasped something. The hilt of a blade, wrapped in some kind of fabric.

Her confusion and worry was palpable, but she pushed it out of her mind, as she approached Aurelio.
[colour=Thistle]"Hey, s-so, uh... Fuckin', you're Aurelio, right? Beacon member?"[/colour] Rebecca asked, her voice doing a poor job of masking that she was shaken, [colour=Thistle]"Ah haven't a fuckin' clue what's goin' on 'ere anymore... Listen, d'ya know if Alicia's here? Ah really need's ta' speak wit' her, so could you's pass on a message if ya find her first?"[/colour]

As she spoke. she began to walk past him, onto the direction of the Crypt. In the distance, she could already see the chaos that was going on. For a moment, Rebecca had considered turning around and leaving, letting Aurelio make contact with Alicia, and completing the objective that way. But the more she thought about leaving this to happen, without even trying to help, the more the pressure in her head seemed to build. It was unbearable, almost. Something had happened to her - was, happening to her.

[colour=Thistle]"Tell 'er that Rebecca Suthers needs an audience, aight? See you's."[/colour] she called out, as she took off into a run towards the Crypt, in chase of Janet and Jenna, shadow stepping as she went.

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