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Private Regan Durandal

The private was thankful for her shoulder plate. It deflected bullets, shielded her from blasts, and now it served as a sled. She'd have to clean it when she got back to base, or Sergeant Atten-

Attenborough... would scold her.

The young woman gave a huff and refocused herself. Her mind couldn't be drifting right now. Already at the wall (when did she get there, again?), the young woman waited for their signal. She had her mortar lance ready to go, and once Sergeant Harald gave the signal, She pushed herself into a crouch and hefted her lance. With careful aim, she chose a second story window for her target. She took just a moment to really feel it out, and she watched the arc of her round as it steered toward her target. It flew true, through the window, and detonated within.

"Lucky!" Regan dropped back down behind the wall. She didn't think she'd actually make the shot, but there it was. The young lady got the next round ready, but thought she might wait for an opportune shot. She only has so many rounds.

Trinity Stratos

What... where? Hetero-chromatic eyes fluttered open to meet the room before her. It was a bedroom? Not hers, or... the hotel. That's right, she was in Crocus. Or she should be, but that was yet to be seen. She pushed herself into a sitting position on the bed she'd been deposited onto, looking around before rising to her feet. She should figure out where she was so she could get to the games. Before she crossed the room to the window, she stopped and gazed at her hand absently. Something was wrong. She gasped as she realized. Her bow and quiver! She dropped her bow in the alley when Ryan attacked her. Did he take her quiver? Well, it wasn't like the young mage needed them anymore, anyway. She should still find them, though.

Trinity moved to the window, peeking out. She saw a cliff side. Not incredibly helpful, but was she close? Thinking about it... She must be on their airship! Which would mean she should go while they were still on the ground.

The young lady raised her hands in front of her. "Energy Make." An orb of golden light forms between her hands, but it popped almost immediately, giving Trinity a backlash. The minstrel shook out her hands, and she was rubbing her wrists when she noticed the small bracelet adorning her right hand. It was a solid circle, and snug. It couldn't be removed without cutting it off, or a key of some sort. The door and window were both locked, and she wouldn't be able to unlock them from the inside.

She'd have to try and prepare to escape, when an opportunity presents itself.

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