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It was only the mixed screams of the Ascendency’s deaths and the declaration of war that Eden broadcast that had Penny slowing to a halt. She would half turn towards back towards the passage way they had traversed. Her eyes solid pools of crimson light. [color=4F8092][u]“Eden is doing nothing but making this all worse”[/u][/color] Penny would say stoically [color=4F8092][u]“And if she’s talking true about Cindy…”[/u][/color] Penny would trail off and shake her head. If that was true Penny would take care of that personally.

Regardless Penny turned back to her task at hand, it was hard, to force her attention away from the video feed from her drone still in the warehouse. Of all the death and chaos, but this was above just her at the moment. Those that had chosen to follow her needed to be given priority.

[color=4F8092][u]“You are welcome”[/u][/color] Penny would reply to the girl who thanked her. [color=4F8092][u]“You, and everyone else, are free to go your own way from here if you want. My only objective was to get as many out as I could. I’m-”[/u][/color] Penny was interrupted by the blessed storm rushing towards her. On instinct she lashed out at the lightning with her extra limbs while she coaxed the storm to target her over anyone else with what little lightning magic she could bring about.

She welcomed the storm as well, just as she did before; she noted the blessed nature of it as well, the unique sensation of divinely touched magic. She didn’t let it stay idle for long though. [color=00aeef][u][i]“We should keep moving”[/i][/u][/color] She would say to the group [color=00aeef][u][i]“Seems that things aren’t fully done just yet. I know of a safe place to stay for at least a day or two. You are all welcome to follow me there”[/i][/u][/color] She would say before turning back to the path before her and continuing her march. 

To the fact that she had just took in a storm of lightning she said nothing, and from an external view it would seem much like she was fully focused on getting to her destination. The truth was a bit more complex than that though. That boost to her systems was already being put to use. Across Penrose, Penny was slipping her way into security systems, glimmer networks, phone lines, and traffic cams. War was coming, even if Eden was wrong about Cindy; War was coming now, that was unavoidable.

And there is no tool more useful in war then information, for it is the strongest power that there can be.  Beacon had its own method of gathering Intel, but so did every major power in this conflict, as The Mint was tied into this as well, alongside the Penrose Independent. 

Penny was going to need her own resources, but for now having a back door into as many systems as she could get would be a first good step.

As she set up the first steps of her networks, Penny would be quite as she lead the way to the Sanctuary. She would offer responses to questions if asked, and even mantain conversations if some of the others needed wanted them, but she didn’t start any conversations on her own. For all the while she was planning. She had been built for war; she had avoided that, despised that, and hidden that. Now it was time to embrace it.

Part way there she would stumble slightly as an angry looking bleeding red crack would erupt down the length of her right arm. [color=00aeef][u][i]“Shit”[/i][/u][/color] She needed to get these people to safety then head to Binky. It seemed that her time was up. [color=00aeef][u][i]“You damn fool”[/i][/u][/color]

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Stoically the tow of them stood on the far side of the door and awaited the door to fade away. Steadfast to the end they would protect everyone they had gathered in this home. When the knocking turned frantic Ashlyn stayed stone faced unwilling to let anything show on her face in front one who had been willing to commit genocide. 

Thankfully Monica was not the same, her own composure shattered moments before the knocking, and she could feel the nuke’s echo of effect through the door. So she rushed into action in the moment she realized what was happening. Roughly shoving her fried to the side as she wrenched open the door and dragged the poor suffering girl in, before closing her dimensional home off from everyone and everywhere.

[color=#159D86]“What are yo-”[/color] Ashlyn would begin to ask, confused and the sudden turn in her friends actions.

[color=#FD0E14]“She’s dying! Hurry up and heal her!”[/color] Monica would scream before the question could be fully voiced before turning her attention back to the girl in her arm. Monica was working as carefully as she could, never knowing if the Spark would reject her efforts or not, but she was desperately trying to help counteract what damaged had been caused by the Psychic assault.

Ashlyn for her part knew better then to try and argue with the petite Mino-girl, not unless she wanted to get a face full of fire. Instead she just kneeled down and started using her reinforcement to heal as best she could, as she wasn’t really sure what the issue was.

When she would learn, she would be as horrified as anyone else.

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[color=fff79a]“Reality is cold that is true”[/color] Aurelio would say in the few moments he had his assailants undivided attention.[color=fff79a]“But that doesn’t mean we can’t find warmth within it, can’t strive to make bonds with those that will defend the walls with us, to grieve with us, to cherish us. After all, not everyone has the heart of a warrior.”[/color] 

And then his time was up, and they had left. He let out a disappointed sigh. He hopped he would have the chance to meet that one again; he always preferred it when he had a chance to talk to people rather than fight against them.

He allowed himself to be helped up, his cane vanishing with a snap, shortly before the rest of his costume faded as well. [color=57441E]“I don’t think I’m going anywhere without help at the moment”[/color] He would answer Sally with a weak chuckle. Geez he felt exhausted.

 [color=57441E]“The rehab for getting an arm reattached still as annoying as it always been?”[/color] he would ask the Reinforcement girl as she set about healing the numerous bruises and gashes he had acquired while being stuck in between the two attackers. His own healing spell had been purely for the wound that had been gained from the forcible loss of his arm after all.

[color=57441E]“Tell me has it been this bad everywhere?”[/color]