[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Mp9GmbFg/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color][/b] Catwalk 
[b][color=bc8dbf]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Vinnie scrunched up her face, mad that Y2K seemed to be telling the truth. It would have been so much easier to be filled with self righteous anger and rage against them, but apparently they were just another pawn in whatever game They were playing. Hating them wouldn't accomplish anything - in fact, they were just as much a victim as the rest of them were. She let out an annoyed huff, before getting up and offering a hand to Y2K. She wasn't going to throw them over the edge and kill them. [color=bc8dbf]"Ugh, we aren't going to kill you! If you had been evil and complicit, sure, but you're just... I think human is the wrong word but that's the point I'm trying to make."[/color]

	[color=bc8dbf]"But since you're our prisoner, I'm ordering you to fix the language on Greenie's new magic tablet to be in English or whatever the fuck name you gave to our language, since I somehow doubt that you call what we're talking English when the French don't even do that. Also, how can you understand us? Do you have a translator or something on you? Because that might also come in handy. And you're going to spill all the beans about what you know about Them before you try to go Humpty Dumpty on us."[/color]

[hr]	 Raynor wasn't about to let himself be left behind. Everyone was going on in and he sucked in his belly - well, abs more of - and tried to imagine that he was as small as a mouse. He almost got stuck at several points but he somehow managed to scrape himself on inside, every bit of his body aching from the contortion as he made it to the ladder.