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[h3]--Packing Up--[/h3]

[@pantothenic] [@Daxam] [@Theyra]

[color=ff8c00][b]"Alright, you two follow me. We've got a lot of gear to move."[/b][/color]

[color=a772ce][b]"You got it, Boss!"[/b][/color] The ashen-haired Revenant perkily nodded, if she was wearing her whip-tail right now, one could imagine it'd be swaying in enthusiastically excitement; they were going on a mission to make the world a better place after all, how could anyone [i]not[/i] be pumped at that? Well, except the Lost maybe, but as far as she knew, no one here was a Lost, hah! As the hornless Ionna went along with Dallas and Vincent, the contrast was almost comical as the two Revenants stood several heads taller than her yet they were all assigned to the same duty of hard labor. 

Along the way, they encountered a certain one-eyed individual, the only other human member of the Commune, one who carried a heavy burden on his shoulders trying to pull his sister from the cold grip of death. [color=a772ce][b]"Hey, Desmond!"[/b][/color] Ionna waved at him, [color=a772ce][b]"I hope Amelia wakes up soon~"[/b][/color] She grinned, exposing her twin fangs and radiating genuine innocence, just a girl who thought that Amelia waking up would cheer her brother up and thus hoping it'd occur sooner than later. Desmond often looked quite tired and sad, and to the petite revenant, the sole reason was obviously Amelia. If she turned out to be okay, then he wouldn't be sad anymore.

Whether Desmond agreed on the offer to help or not, the group continued on their way. It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Storage Room & Armoury section of the three-pronged base; plenty of materials, tools, and supplies were all neatly stacked up, each in their own categorized sections. Ionna immediately began to work, beelining for the heaviest crates first as her wiry limbs effortlessly stacked up three crates before picking said stack up with both hands as if they weighed nothing. To a layman, seeing someone as hale as Dallas and Vincent performing the same feat wouldn't be too much of a stretch of the imagination, but witnessing a four foot nothing skinny girl doing it would certainly drop a jaw or two; one should never judge a book by its cover, and the saying couldn't be anymore true for Revenants.

[color=a772ce][b]"Hup hup! Come on, guys!"[/b][/color] If not due to the danger of jostling around and accidentally dropping a cargo, Ionna would be more than capable to just run toward the van, but even she had the sense of caution to take her time. Once at the van, she'd put the stacked crates down and then handle them one by one to fit each into the vehicle, then rinse and repeat until everything in the shopping list was crossed off. Between herself, Dallas, and Vincent, this should be done in a jiffy.