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My god, this was just getting messier and messier. Caelea looked away from the dead body of the mayor. Still she listened intently as the woman who called herself Amethyst, one of the watchers Britney had told them about, went on. There was a lot of back and forth arguing that she honestly couldn’t care less about. 

Honestly, she didn’t believe this woman. How was she meant to believe someone who’d just stepped out of a fucking portal and shot someone who was about to give them some important information.

“Alright, look,” Caelea spoke up, shrugging one shoulder. “I’ll be the first person to admit that I don’t really trust Britney and, honestly, I hate her guts. But, I trust you even less. You waltzed in here and straight up [i]killed[/i] someone. You look like you’re from the fucking middle ages. I don’t see any reason to believe you.”

They glanced at Britney before continuing. “And whatever, she may have fucked up, but there’s no way someone lies that well for so long. So no, I don’t trust you.”

While she talked Cael casually looked around, trying to figure a way. She could probably get past the people at the doors if she really needed to - her abstraction made it pretty easy to flip over people’s heads. She’d probably only get stabbed a little. The others on the other hand? Probably not.

It was probably a bad idea to disagree with a bunch of armed and probably experienced people, but for once she actually felt vaguely on Britney’s side (also she just didn’t like being told what to do).


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Panic ripped through Tuyen as a white creature grabbed her, her breathing speeding up and eyes widening. [i]She was going to die, she was going to die, she was going to die[/i]. She couldn’t even close her eyes as it went to drive its claws into her stomach.

It was all a blur as white light erupted from Jordan, the book shelf was destroyed and Tuyen was dropped. She lay winded on the floor, side hurting from the fall. In a delayed reaction to save her life (and for self preservation) her shadow materialised itself, growing into a ten foot shadowy version of the Wendigo. 

This served to panic Tuyen more, but also jerked her into action as she pushed herself off the floor and did exactly what was shouted to do. 

Her shadow was being far from helpful, doing the opposite of self preservation and actively trying to attack every Wendigo that was close enough for it to reach. It’s attacks were powerful enough to knock them out of the way but each time they got a little closer to Tuyen, and it’s swings were a little too erratic. Mentally begging it to stop wasn’t working.

Ignoring the pain in her side and the ghost of the pain she would’ve felt if the Wendigo had stabbed her, Tuyen slowed down slight - so she was behind the others. She didn’t want her shadow to hit someone (accidentally or otherwise) and she didn’t know how to stop it doing whatever it wanted to.

Rien shoved the map into one of their (thankfully large) coat pockets, holding the tiny hammer tight as if it might help in this situation. They were all too quick to run towards the window because by god were they not staying here. 

“How are we going to stop the following us out?” Rien shouted to the others, mostly directing the question to Justin. “We can’t ice the door back up.”