[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Future Palace
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color][/i][/center]
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Mona felt the heat of the fire before anything else.  It licked at her clothes and feet, leaving her feeling overly warm.  She hugged the vampire head to her chest in instinct, though if she had really thought about it was likely a bad idea.  But his mouth was sealed so she was QUITE lucky.  When she stumbled forth from the flames it was into ruin.  She blinked a couple of times, turning this way, then that, and finally spinning in a circle as she took it all in.

Something wasn't quite right here.

She looked at the head in her hands and sighed, [color=B9C66E]"I need teh find a bettah way teh carry ye, friend."[/color]  Her words were quiet and contemplative as the gears and cogs of her mind worked and churned to comprehend what was going on.  She jumped slightly as a blonde woman began to morn what appeared to be an overly cooked turkey.

Probably wasn't an overly cooked turkey.

There was a big blue man crossing the moat, getting out at the other side.  The castle looked to be in shambles.  There were dead bodies left to just sit about out in the open.  She turned her eyes on Bruce and then on the decimation of the world.  Had he done this?  No.  He had helped them before.  Why destroy it all now?  Was he truly a being of chaos?  Was she misunderstanding?

Rag nor Rock? There seemed to be plenty of both about.  Mostly rocks.  No one was making sense and her head had an odd ringing in at as her gears whirred to catch up with the fact that someone had said the word "future."

There was a good chance Mona's head was about to pop.