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Priscilla	One more venture into Anor Londo by moonlight. By now, the celestial body has started to wax full again, lending that surrealist painting quality back to the city by night, but it'd be too little too late at this point, were it perhaps serving a purpose other than setting atmosphere. It was never clear how that worked.     It seems Reiji wasn't far off the first time. By now, several former safehouses, though they should likely be called boltholes at best, had been found scattered amongst the more secretively guarded religious ornamentation, but the actual key to the network makes more deceptive use of the pattern. Something about hiding a tree in the middle of a forest.     The hub that Lezard has managed to pull from the crystallized phantom's memory is set up much closer to the center of the city than it has any right to be, only the distance of the Cathedral Gallery, save on the opposite side of the palace. There is hardly so grandiose of a structure to search through, being little more than an exceptionally tall, spire-topped tower, connected to its surroundings by nothing more than a web of buttresses around its lower third, but it does make one think, after all the stairs, what the purpose of having a shrine up at the very top is, far too inconvenient to be accessible on a daily basis to an ordinary religious adherent.     It's fancier too. The room itself isn't terribly large by Anor Londo's standards, perhaps only the size of a school auditorium in circular forum style, but the idol is a sizable and well-crafted rendition of a tall, unfamiliar woman in robes that are almost Greek in fashion, cradling a baby in one arm with a sword tucked under the other, that the infant squeezes the handle of in its tiny hands, as if determined already to wield it when it grows older. Of course, it's a deception, but it's unsettling that nobody has come to meet them so close to it, even with the moon shining through the only window brightly enough to make the area quite visible.
Reiji Arisu	See! If Reiji had infinite manpower, he totally could have found their hideout without help. VINDICATION. Not that it really matters now. He's already made his coveneant. Now to lie in the vaguely nest-shaped bed he's made for himself.     "Alright," the exorcist says, having had his wounds patched since the previous night. He's all geared to go, as one would expect. His full arsenal is at the ready, and he's brought a clip of his ~SPECIAL~ bullets along for the ride, just in case he might need to use them tonight. There's a non-zero chance, considering what happened the last time anyone went after the leader of the Darkmoons. "Is everyone ready? The way forward's probably past that statue, if the pattern continues to hold." "There might be a trap, though, so," he coughs, "Be careful."
Guest Psyber	Psyber is here. The half-angel is mostly walking along and cramming half of a corned beef and swiss sandwich into his face as he goes. He has a bottle of Pepsi in one pocket of his coat, a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos in the other, and an uncovered sword across his back. As he eats the sandwich, he might seem to be off-guard, but he's actually MORE on guard than ever to avoid dropping his precious food.     "I'm as ready as I'm going to be, honestly. I just want to clear this dumb shit out and move on with things. Terrorism is never the answer. Except for those times it was the answer." He notes vaguely, scratching the underside of his chin with one hand while taking a bite of his over-stuffed sandwich with the other.     "Either way, let's grip it and rip it."
Staren	Staren's patched up his armor, and the forcefield has had more than enough time to regenerate the damage it sustained. That fight was kind of a curbstomp in their favor (Well, except for what happened to their Perfectly Normal Girl, but she's okay now, right?)     Staren sighs at the mention of a trap. "Yeah, but... hopefully if it is, we can force our way out of it."     He considers for a moment, and then sends a couple of drones to scout ahead. They provided a warning last time by being blown up, so that's something.
Xiaomu	"Got my handguns and extra clips of both bullet types, got my staff -" The staff's rings jingle as its bearer taps the shaft against her shoulder. "- got as many grenades as the quartermaster's office would give me, which ain't much," the playfully-irritable foxgirl continues, brown-tipped blonde 'tails' flicking a bit as she looks up at Reiji. Another tap of staff on shoulder, another jingle of the rings hanging from its headpiece. "You're in more danger from a trap here than I am, Mr. 'Didn't Ask About The Fine Print Before Accepting The Contract,' but it's also my job to make sure it doesn't kill you. The trap or the contract." Xiaomu twirls her staff briefly before thudding its butt on the ground next to her, the rings chiming more clearly. "So, stay alert. That goes for everyone but *ESPECIALLY for you, Reiji." She didn't even mention video games ... either something's wrong with her or she's taking this far more seriously than she takes most missions.
Lezard Valeth	"There is most assuredly a trap." Stepping into the room, Lezard Valeth, Necromancer of Midgard and generally not so nice person, looks over the environment with a frown. "Well well. How lovely." He says, adjusting his glasses. Carefully, his gaze sweeps across the room, considering everything in it as if measuring it. "Feel free to proceed. But I will mention that you would do well to not trust anything at first sight." Already, Lezard is holding the Manus Catalyst, crackling blackness rolling up and down the weapon like a seething living thing, hunting for life to consume.
Kushiko	There was a brief moment of consideration in regards to employing a different Warframe, but the part of Kushiko's persona that was most closely embodied by Valkyr's aspect would not be denied the opportunity to finish the hunt. So it was her and Kiras once more, the sleek and feminine felinoid figure arriving at the location not long after being dropped in by her Liset lander. The relative closeness to the center of Anor Londo where Reiji and Lezard had pinned down the location of the remainder of the Darkmoon Blades was mildly concerning but the Tenno couldn't dwell on that. The Lotus had, but all that she could advise was due caution--especially in light of the way the gods and goddesses had reacted to the Elites ability to return the favor of the attacks the rogues had metted out previously. Maybe it was nothing--maybe it was everything. Either way, she simply watched, the quad-barreled Vaykor Hek shotgun--painted to mirror the purple and black hues of her Warframe--held in her hands as Reiji moved to possibly die horribly by illusory statue, or to cause something that resulted in abject hilarity. Maybe. Either way, she wasn't too close to Reiji directly and simply positioned herself to either deal with an ambush or be ready to move on something else. Valkyr's anchor-tipped tail flicked slightly. <"We assume the worst and hope for the best. I am ready."> the Tenno's voice projects through the strange Void energies that pervaded the technorganic body.
Staren	"Would you like some more?" Staren pulls a bag of like a dozen grenade-sized canisters out of his magic bag and holds it out so Xiaomu can take some.
Tomoe	Once more into Anor Londo Tomoe the Iron Lily goes, she knows how this is going to end but she knows what they have to do. Or this will /never/ ever stop and it needs to stop. So here she is to make sure this ends once and for all she was with Reiji f for the most part and she even saw his partner Xiaomu was here as well. She looked to the exorcist for a moment with a smirk on her face. "I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be, and let me take point then? If no one mind it's my job to face check for things after all." She also gives Xiaomu a grin and Pysber's desire to end this? Is also very much how she's feeling this shit needs to end and they are going to end it today.
Mel Brock	Mel Brock is here, her hands in her pockets, a certain companion-slash-weapon on her back just as always. Much like Psyber, she's taking the chance to polish something off, though in her case it's something labelled 'PsyKal Energy'. She does so hands-free, the drink silently floating along until the moments where she reaches up to grab it, take a drink, then let go again. Cheater.     "Of course it's a trap. That's the trick here. We go in knowing it's a trap? We make it /our/ trap. Just don't get cocky." She reaches back and taps Hravn's grip, then adds, "Wouldn't be here if I wasn't ready."
Yuuki Kuran	Is it a trap? Isn't it a trap?     Does it matter if it was a trap?     Kuran Yuuki, Normal Girl, Potion Seller, Dime Drinker, and Pardoner (For now), wanders in to the area they had divined as THE PLACE, having been rather muted the entire time. Getting someone gitgud'ed suddenly and violently (as is the nature of gitting gud'ed) before her, without a chance to be forgiven or even realize their mistake had left a sour taste in her mouth.     As opposed to the normal tastes in her mouth, like 'normal girl food' and totally not memories and souls and delicious *REDACTED*.     "Huh. I don't see anyone... Are you sure we're in the right place?"     She looks around, as a few Unseasonal Butterflies settle around the structure innoculously.
Reiji Arisu	"Velka doesn't do written contracts, apparently," Reiji sighs to his partner, then glances over towards Yuuki. "Yeah. Pretty sure, as long as the intelligence is right, though given how it was obtained, that's... I can't say for sure," he frowns SOMEWHAT SEVERELY. "Hey Mel," he says to the person he's talking to. "You think you could give this a push with your telekinesis? Should avoid whatever they might've slapped on this thing that way."
Mel Brock	Mel looks over her shoulder once. She looks twice.     A moment later, her hand comes to rest on Yuuki's shoulder, gently in case there's any injury. "Hey," she says, her voice soft with concern. "You gonna be alright?"     Reiji has a question for her, though, and she looks his way for a second or two before giving a quick nod. "Yeah, sure." And she does exactly as asked. Nothing /too/ forceful, just a quick, solid /shove/ to shake loose or trigger any traps.
Heaven's Armory	Things are pretty tense, and danger is likely to strike with only as much warning as before, which is fairly close to 'none.' Taking this seriously means, again, that neither sapient weapon has brought their conversationally-able bodies into the unassuming, central hideout. Hravn and Ari continue to not get a chance to talk, but such is the busy life of their wielders. They await the moment of action, while keeping an eye out above and behind.
Xiaomu	As per relatively-usual, Xiaomu is staying well away from Lezard, *ESPECIALLY* with the blackness crackling all around his weapon like it were some kind of freaky alien hell-spawned symbiote. That thing gives her the screaming heebie-jeebies, and she'd be happy to push Lezard into the vanguard position just on general principle on an ordinary day. The offer of grenades prompts a wry grin to cross her face, though, and she replies to Staren, "I probably have *enough* and I don't know the operating details on these. Keep a couple handy just in case, though, okay?" Because if things go sufficiently pear-shaped that she runs out of grenades, foreknowledge of the fuse duration of unfamiliar grenades will be very, very secondary. For now, though, she's going to let those who are somewhat more familiar with the situation determine how best to advance. Xiaomu is sticking close to Reiji, in any case, and following his lead.
Yuuki Kuran	Yuuki gives a weak smile. "It's alright. If I didn't expect justice to be swift and brutal here, in this world, I lacked imagination. Should I feel so bad about someone abusing the laws of the land to attack me, immortally, unreprisably, who was then killed? Maybe not. Still..."     She gives a sigh. "It's a little sad I didn't get to forgive them for it. I was ready to, I suppose is my problem."
Mel Brock	There's a little grimace on Mel's part - that turns into a brief ghost of a sad smile. "...No, no, I get you. Better'n you might think." Yuuki gets a last little squeeze on the shoulder, before she puts her hand back in her pocket. "'Justifiable self defense' is nice and all, but it doesn't wipe out the bloodstains."     Sliently, she adds, 'Hravn. Keep an eye on her especially, alright? We're covering her tonight.'
Kushiko	For a few fleeting moments, the faceless head of Valkyr cants slightly towards Lezard and that crackling pitch roiling about his weapon. It would probably disconcert her like it does Xiaomu if the Tenno didn't have her own secrets and the like when it came to /things that should not be/ since well... She was one of them. "Perhaps we should have brought Nova. We deal with traps by detonating controlled, uncharged antimatter." Totally valid: traps don't matter if they're all blown up, and stealth is absolutely stealth when everything's disitengrated into mist and motes of light. Truth. Then to Yuuki and Mel respectively. "Maybe now they'll be seeking forgiveness now." Now that they don't have a better option, but, semantics.
Priscilla	Telekinesis is more or less a wise decision, given the circumstances. It certainly seems as if the hideout is relying more on its concealment than impregnable death traps though. The latter would probably only make it more obvious. This particular idol appears to be a piece of more substantial reverence than the rinky-dink shrines out near the city limits -- more of a proper church -- and so its manner of humbling the unworthy attempting to touch it, imprinted by the collective faith of its former flock, is an impressive blast of concussive force carried by a shockwave of white light, though not likely to be deadly to anyone in the room.     Since telekinetic power isn't something that can be knocked back and fall over though, the shove against the stone causes it to dissipate like a mirage, and reveal a rather substantial passage behind it with the smokey sigh of the idol disappearing. A long, highly arched corridor lies beyond, with more substantial views to the outside.     It's quite undramatic, save for the fact that everyone is already gathered in a room that constitutes the entire top floor of a freestanding tower.
Lezard Valeth	"Guilt is the provice of people who allow others to dictate their actions." Lezard simply replies to the profound and heartfelt observations around him. "And forgiveness is for people you can threaten into behaving the way you want them to." His own opinions on the subject delivered, he observes the revelation with a frown. "Fascinating. Spatial distortions?" He comments. "Not exactly a common practice here in Lordran." He looks about, his hand tightening as he watches the rest of the room intently, as if waiting for something he's expecting.
Reiji Arisu	See? SEE? Things like that there in specific are exactly why Reiji asked someone with mind powers to try to move the thing. Also why he's giving the statue a pretty wide berth when it releases its tremendous, concussive shockwave. He still needs to shield his eyes from the flash and blast of dust, but that's still better than being hurled across the room.     "Well. That's less bad than the ones with the lightning. And the poison gas." Reiji huffs, peering through the fading haze at the hole in the wall that used to be a statue. "Looks like we've got our way forward, then. Though... Hell of a thing to build all the way up here. How old IS this place?"     He glances to Yuuki, then, and offers a slight, sympathetic frown. "Look. People don't stay dead for too long here," he says, "You might still get a chance to forgive them. But... Maybe we should wait to do that until after we're done here. If you don't want to get involved, though, none of us can force you."     With that, Reiji takes the first few steps into the darkness, unleashing Karin's flame to light his way. "Xiaomu," he looks over his shoulder to his partner, "Keep an ear out, would you? Give a yell if anything goes 'click' that shouldn't." Because there might just be traps within. This is Lordran, after all.
Tomoe	Anti Matter? Kushiko using it to check for /traps/? What kind of world was the tenno from? Anti Matter was known to her people but they'd at best been able to make a few atoms of it before poof it went gone slamming into normal matter. She doesn't want to think about what one could for with something like that. She keeps her mind focused agian as she moves to head out ahead of the group keeping an eye out ofr any traps tht Kushiko had somehow missed. The shockwave comes and she's bale to brrace na deal with it but she's not unharmed at all. She clearly feltr that and her HP drops a bit from the shockwave. "I don't like this." She will not say that it's too quiet that's just asking for more trouble. She looks to Yuuki and Reiji nodding slightly. "You don't have to remain here Yuuki. I have my doubts but I also wnat this to stop. I undersand if you want out..." "Lezard do you think they may have some outside help?" This whole affair was like trying to take down the Laughing Coffin, there was little chance for mercy that day... Tomoe will carefully move on head as it's job to try and tank things and she'll heed any warnings she's given.
Staren	Staren nods and puts the bag away. And then he stumbles back a few steps at the strange concussive shove, looking around in alarm for whoever's jumping out at them to take advantage of this trap!     ...But there's noone. Instead, there's a blatantly impossible corridor. Staren sends a drone down it. And a drone out a window, comparing signals and positioning readings to try and map what the hell is going on.
Guest Psyber	"Don't listen to them, Yuuki," Psyber says through a mouthful of sandwich, "You started this at the beginning, don't pussy out. If you're going to start something, good or bad, see it through to the end." The half-angel advises the Dime-Chugging Damsel.     The half-angel finishes the sandwich and reaches for a bag of chips that he opens and then munches on one-by-one, "Only weak people leave in the middle, Yuuki. Accept the consequences of anything you do." He tells her very seriously. Beyond that, mostly he's going to be heading towards the corridor and casually walking down it.
Xiaomu	"Which of my games have you been playing behind my back, Reiji?" Xiaomu teases her partner. It might be thinly-disguised praise for his genre-savvy insight, in fact, Xiaomu herself might not have thought to ask Mel to try the telekinetic approach. She *was* kind of blinded briefly by the flash as the statue disintegrated itself, but her eyes recover quickly enough to join Reiji in advancing into the passage beyond. Karin's a good light source, too, even if she wonders sometimes whether the sword objects to being used so mundanely. Her staff is carried in her left hand; her right hand vanishes into her vest briefly, before emerging with the Roc's Icebrand in hand. Hey, her partner and a bunch of others have melee weapons equipped. Somebody's gotta be ready on ranged combat duty, and ice-elemental magic can be useful for a whole lot of things.
Kushiko	Looks like the telekinetic option was the best option--and the conversations--both in person and over the radio is temporarily tabled in lieu of what the revelation has brought about. Valkyr shifts her position slightly, relinquishing the brief defensive stance she took purely out of instinct in regards to the concussive shockwave--the blinding effect not being something that actually /bothered/ her frame's sensors in the neuroptics. Add in her armor, and only Kiras seemed to make a whine of annoyance regarding the sudden discharge of concussive force, fur standing on edge before the armored hound seemed to relax any. "Assuming it was properly built through the means this place affords. Allow us to take point, just in case, Reiji." Kushiko offers, heading forth into the passage as well. The black-purple figure trains her shotgun slightly forward, and both she and the Kubrow will, and as Reiji finds the notion acceptable, moves into the lead. Spatial distortion or not as Lezard suggests, the berserker Warframe does have useful assets as it goes to facetanking certain things that her training didn't cover. Especially in the wake of the night's previous incident given that ... /whatever it was/ they used to strip away the void energy fueling Hysteria. Besides, the Lotus is observing through her frame's sensors, providing a second set of eyes--literally, as she and Kiras proceed forth.
Heaven's Armory	Well, that was weird. 'Spatial distortion?' Maybe. Hravn is curious about that, but more of her attention is turned toward Yuuki. For the sake of being polite, it is fortunate that it is very difficult to determine whether or not a sword is openly staring at someone. She missed seeing Yuuki get completely clobbered by healing potions, but can still assume some vulnerability as cause for watching her.     Materializing her other body would be useful here. It lets her focus on more things at once. Unfortunatley, it's still an extra risk, and so, she refrains.     Ari would be frowning at Lezard pretty hard if she could, but he is spared that sight for the same reason as Yuuki. Swords just aren't that expressive on their own. Instead, only Psyber will get to directly feel her dissatisfaction with the necromancer's attitude. This doesn't stop her from continuing to focus on spotting whatever the next trap may be, primarily by watching Psyber's back.
Yuuki Kuran	And now, from a word from our sponsors, Shojo Logic.     A SAD THING HAPPENED, let's MILK IT FOR LIKE THREE GODDAMN ISSUES. GODDAMN MINIMUM.     "I'm fine. Really - I'm sorry for causing concern. Really!" She replies to the many offers of condolences and 'you don't have to be here'.     Psyber gives her the EXACT OPPOSITE, getting him a pointed stare, and then a laugh. "You know, that's not exactly a healthy way to live either. But I can't really throw stones about that, can I?" She notes, before shrugging.     Then she just goes ahead and HEADS UP THE STARS AND THEN DOWN THE REVEALED CORRIDOR. Checking for traps? Nope. Deafalls? Nope. Invisible dudes ready to backstab her? Nope!     If you want point, you better go at a speed faster than Heedless Shojo Moron. "Let's handle this before anyone else gets hurt, everyone!"
Mel Brock	The statue attempts to shove a tresspasser that doesn't exist. Mel whistles quietly. "Not a bad call, Arisu." She's got a cool stare for Lezard, and for Psyber, one of mild surprise; she's not sure what she expected him to say, but it wasn't that. She'll have to decide how she feels about it later. For now, the Marshal intends to stick close to Yuuki, and also to try and be near the front of the group. It makes it easier for her to shield them, and also easier to hit any threats that come up on them from ahead. Ahead, in this... corrirdor that shouldn't really be here. "I think this might be the part I hate. The part where I can't trust my estimation of pretty much anything, ever."
Lezard Valeth	Lezard actually smiles at Psyber's response, himself, but he doesn't voice his approval of the man advising conviction and perserverence in the face of emotional distress. Nor does he seem to react to Ari's faint disapproval. Swords just aren't that expressive, and Lezard is used to far less... subtle measures. /Norsemen/. Lezard actually hangs back, sitting still as he waits for everyone to leave the large room before he brings up the rear, turning back to strictly face the way they came. Paranoid bastard. But then, in this instance, can you blame him?
Priscilla	Spatial distortion is absolutely right. Even looking out through the windows, anyone traversing the lonely corridor can see that they're walking over an extremely long drop, much like kind of building to building bridge one would find in a large college or fancy corporate building, except that it's not connecting to anything.     As if further proof of that hypothesis was needed, Staren's drone quickly disappears into the distance, becoming a shadowy blip that fades into all the other shadows cast by the marble columns that frame the windows. On his feed, he can see those same columns racing past the drone one after the other as it moves down the hall, but after a fair amount of watching, the drone's camera becomes extremely incongruous with what he's seeing with his own eyes. Looking back, the drone can see the group as if they were only a few dozen meters away, and the end of the corridor is the same distance away as it had been at the start.     Sooner or later, the Elites themselves start running into the same problem, once their entryway gets far enough from them, neither catching up to the drone, nor reaching the end of the hall. As far as traps go, it's a troubling one, but nothing seems to come out to actually get them. In fact, it still seems like they could turn back and leave in two minutes, no matter how far they actually go.     What accosts them instead is someone's voice. Coming frm so bizarrely far away, and yet only amplified by the cavernous space rather than dwindling into it, it's impossible to attribute any tone, pitch or tenor to it, simply coming out as the echoing boom of a heavy book slamming shut in a lecture hall, or perhaps more appropriately an empty church.     "Name thyselves, strangers to this land. Thou speak'st to the Dark Sun thou covet so. If thou hast cometh so far to seek audience with I, than I shalt hear it, and no sooner shalt I meet thee." At the very, very end of the corridor, existing some nebulous distance away, there might be some sort of humanoid shape barely visible against the gloom.
Mel Brock	Now there's a voice that... well, that Mel Brock doesn't know at all. She's assuming it's their new leader, and that they won't get any closer until they offer up what they're beind asked for.     "My name is Mel Brock." She's not giving any more than that. Not to some weirdo she doesn't know.
Reiji Arisu	Do you know what's worse than traps? NONEUCLIDEAN SPACE-TRAPS.     "Of course something like this would be here," Reiji muttered as he felt space-time go all kinds of weird all around them. Among the many things he does as part of his day-to-day job, spatial anomalies are, stunningly, right up there. Shibuya being in the state that it is means that Shinra agents need to be able to recognize space-fuckery when they see it. That doesn't necessarily mean they can DO anything about it, though. This is definitely outside Reiji's wheelhouse. But what ISN'T is dealing with gods. Or things that think they're gods. Or things that call themselves gods. Well. First thing's first. "Reiji Arisu," he says down the corridor. "You should know that name, I imagine."
Yuuki Kuran	THIS CORRIDOR IS ALL FUCKY!     It's OK, even though Yuuki loses some Unseasonal and Totally Unrelated Butterflies to TARDIS-effect and weirdness. She just walks down it until there is someone in the gloom at the other end giving them a CHALLENGE OF IDENTITY.     "Hello!" She calls mutedly - enough to be heard. "I'm Kuran Yuuki, of the Kuran family. I would certainly prefer an audience with you, to speak over your greivances with us, as I feel that it is not a problem that is as simply solveable by outsiders leaving. Instead of doing so, I suppose against your wishes I have come to speak to you, and these concerned others as well, to find some way for this to... end well? Or at least, grudgingly acceptably, by everyone. To meet pain with pain, and deception with deception... It just creates more wounds. For healing to come, and repairs to be made, someone must try and break that cycle."
Staren	Staren's not running into that corridor just yet. "Wait, something's..." he tries to say, but everyone else is charging ahead. "Staren." He gives his name from the entrance to the tunnel, while watching the others, and the drone. Hmm.     He tries calling the drone back, attaching a thin rope to it, and flying it through the tunnel again.
Kushiko	The real question: can anyone go faster than the speed classified in the archives of all knowledge known as 'Heedless Shojo Moron' other than even more Heedless Shojo? Something to be answered another time as it turns out the corridor they were progressing to was a wonderful bit of non-euclidean headachey goodness. What a pain. At least once, the Kubrow makes an utterly confused, and then annoyed /wuff/ before settling closer still to Valkyr in lieu of anything else to do that resembled forward progression--cause that wasn't happening right now. While people begin to offer up things like names, the Tenno puts away her shotgun, and activates more active scanners instead. May as well begin to puzzle things out here. Maybe. <"Valkyr."> is the void-projeted voice's answer. Technical truth. She was Valkyr. She was also Tenno. Also Kushiko. Couple of other names, but, who needed to know more than that?
Heaven's Armory	Neither member of Heaven's Armory says anything to this. One could even get the impression that they are explicitly avoiding giving away anything about their nature, as they are also avoiding reaching out magically, unless ordered.
Guest Psyber	"Eh. Fruit of the poisoned tree doesn't really apply here. That's a pretty big fallacy. Flawed people can give advice, otherwise every doctor would have to be totally perfect." Psyber points out to Yuuki before munching some more of his chips. Other people, whose opinions of his advice are non-interactive, are people he can't respond to.     As they proceed down the Hallway, Psyber generally feels more tense to Ari. As if he's expecting for them to get jumped and he's more on guard than usual. He definitely appreciates that she is watching his back and making sure he survives the endeavor.     "Yo. My name is Paul Syber, but people call me Psyber. I'm a private investigator and problem solver, among other things. We came here because we were kind of hoping you'd stop terror bombing the city like the IRA in 1972."
Xiaomu	Xiaomu lets out a sigh, folding her arms so that she nestles her staff in the crook of an elbow. "Xiaomu," is all she says by way of reply to the ominously demanding voice. She then asides to Reiji, "If whoever said that is trying to write our names down in a tome of instant death, I may as well be as screwed as you are."
Tomoe	The Spatial disortion is very strange nd Tomeo is on edge she knows she's a bit in over her head but she's not alone thankfully. They press on no one ends taken down by any traps but she can't help but feel something is't right and like the others? She's running into the same problem in trying to press on, it's like they are looping about in one of those funky panings of stairs going to nowhere. She halts as her name is demanded she looks around but can't quite make out whom is asking. "I am Tomoe." no title no nothing else just her name the name she uses that has really become her name at this point.
Lezard Valeth	It's just what he expected. Really, you have a ridiculous hallway like this that shouldn't exist, why wouldn't you do something like this to protect oneself? It has its weaknesses, however. Lezard stands there, not looking out from behind them as he responds to the man. "One wonders what manner of being would seek to take up the position of one who bore it before. But ye know me. At least, ye'd best know me, your zealots have spent enough time preparing to battle me. I am Lezard Valeth, Sorceror of Midgard... And Lordran. Feel free to argue your case, if you like. But you have given any of us precious little reason to expect less than treachery. I admit, you've been far, far more effective than most who have tried. I have to applaud you."
Priscilla	The drone wibbles off again. The rope tugs taut, reaching its maximum length. The drone's camera shows Staren connected by the rope, the entry no further behind him than it should be, and the end of the corridor no closer. It's a wonder if the humanoid figure is real or just an artifact of the shadow. There's nothing on thermal.     If the names give the Dark Sun any power over them, it isn't obvious. In fact, it sounds as if they don't even recognize any of them. "Thou canst well speak from there. I am not quite so foolish as to alloweth killers, brutes and deceivers to mine charges for so little a toll as kind words. Think not that I am unaware of thee and thine ilk. I hath heard well enough. I hath seen well enough, these children who will never again 'wake."     For all of its sonorous calibre though, it can't help but be noticed that there is an audible, unconfident pause after Psyber. "These . . . children art lost. They art hurt, and deeply so. They hath suffered the loss of so much that is irreplaceable to them. If such is what is needed for them to regain their direction, so be it."     The voice seems to pick up some kind of confidence at Lezard, despite not responding to his infamous title. "I am charged to protect and support them, as shades of Father Gwyn, as they were before. The one who bore the title before; this is what he wouldst hath wanted of me, I am certain. I taketh his role for knowing that I shalt maketh him proud to do so, and so he shalt be forgotten not. For what reason, then, dost thou seek to spite him after taking him away?"
Guest Psyber	"Look, I'm all for letting people wail on me if it's productive. But this shit is causing explosions in the street and collateral damage. If your people wanna invade my day-to-day life and try to kill me, that's fine. Do it all you want. Lord knows, I deserve a long cavalcade of people trying to kill me," Psyber says, waving his hand a bit and shrugging, "And I'm not gonna say I don't. But like..."     "Blowing up half the city to take me out is a pyrrhic victory at best. Blowing up half the city over a moral victory is something they should really be considering the value of. If they decide they want to have it go down this way, if they're really dedicated to all-out war, they need to accept the consequences of that belief system." Psyber points out. He puts a dorito in his mouth and munches on it, "Because starting a fight and then getting ass-mad when we fight back is just pointless dick-waving over morality."     "If they need to come after me to regain their direction, fine. But they need to decide the scale to which they want this fight, because there's a 'no backsies' policy in place and I do play for keeps."
Mel Brock	"You and your people want us out of Lordran. Fine, sure. You're welcome to that." Mel spreads her arms wide. "Everyone's more than welcome to hate each other. That's how the world works! And if you want to do something about it, sure, do something about it." Her hands go back into her pockets. "But they had every opportunity to do something about it in a productive way. Lobby to get us out of here. Plead your case to Priscilla, much as you might hate her. Hell, run a smear campaign, try and get the people to run us out of town. /Something/. But no, you all decided to come and kill us. No, you decided to use /loopholes in the law/ to come and kill us and try to get away with it. Well, guess what? We picked up your tactic. So here we are."     She glances Psyber's way. "I don't got a whole lot to add to what he said. They started a fight. We're here to finish it, and stop it from causing grief to everyone that's not involved. This has nothing to do with spite or anything else."     Quietly, she reaches out with her mind. 'Hravn, can you tell anything about the airflow through this corridor? Give us some info, maybe figure out any way to get around whatever's going on?'
Xiaomu	Well, isn't this kind of who they were looking for? Xiaomu doesn't try *quite* hard enough to stifle her rolling of eyes. "This might be what Gwyn would have wanted of you, but your cultists - 'inherited' cultists, I guess - are killing people, aiming for those of us who fought and killed Gwyn." Psyber, among others, is a LOT better at saying this kind of thing than Xiaomu herself is, and honestly, the way he worded it probably carries a lot more weight than anything Xiaomu could put together with her mouth. But still ... Heck, there's no real disguising it. "Plus, Reiji here got tangled up in things - I would've been happier if he hadn't been reeled into *this* little crisis - and I take that kind of thing personally. If your cultists are gunning for him, I'm gunning for them. Also, you might want to keep in mind that a group which overlaps pretty nicely with your current horde of guests took out *Kalameet* as well as Gwyn and an ungodly number of other ancient terrors. If we decide we need to get serious with the Darkmoon Knights, how long do you think you'll even *have* followers, whether you consider them Gwyn's or your own?"
Lezard Valeth	Lezard lets the others make their rebuttals. The Sorceror is more intently examining the nature of the spatial distortion that presumably is containing them... And he is not without his own space-altering magics. Fire may be fought with fire, but only after he understands what he's up against. He may be afficted with hubris, but even /he/ isn't insane enough to possibly implode the entire area and cast them into a realm between dimensions if he unravels the enchantment in the wrong way. He doesn't trust this shadowy guy for a moment.
Reiji Arisu	Well, at the very least, nobody has been struck dead or turned to stone just yt. Reiji gives Xiaomu a nod, and is maybe just a little bit bashful at her declaration, but as he turns his eyes downrange, the emotion is absent from his face. The Dark Sun accuses them of many things. Accusing. That's a laugh, isn't it?     "Your 'Children' have sewn terror and fear in the streets of Anor Londo, the likes of which have not been seen since its restoration," Reiji says with no small amount of scorn. "They've attacked the rightful heir to the throne, struck out at her guests- at the people who stood at her side to remake this world. They hide in the guise of innocent men, enshrouding their true nature behind false forms."     "And you call US killers, brutes and deceivers?" Reiji continues, his voice swelling in his throat. "Do you know how many innocents they've hurt in their mission- the mission YOU set them to do?" He shakes his head, "Can you look me in the eye and tell me that they are without guilt? The very fact that they fell to our blades is evidence of their guilt. The violation of the sacred oath is only one of their crimes."     "And you're trying to defend them. To put them above all those who live peacefully in this city?" Reiji sucks on his teeth. "The Dark Moon was meant to serve the gods of Anor Londo, was it not? To hunt down those who have sinned. To protect the people from those who would do or have done them harm. And now, this." The exorcist cants his head, "You think he would be proud of that?" "I was wrong," he says after a moment. "If I could turn back time, I would." "You don't deserve to know my name."
Heaven's Armory	There's hardly a visible or audible component to what Hravn is doing, but to someone specifically looking out for magic, it's not all that stealthy. And just as feet on floorboards causes motion, so too does her magic cause a slight stirring in the air. She reaches out in either direction with a controlled tendril of air, attempting to feel both forward and back and map out the dimensions of the room. Similarly, she reaches above and to the sides, though her attention in those directions withdraws when walls or ceiling are found.
Yuuki Kuran	Yuuki frowns, but it's more of a sad frown than a 'you said the wrong things!!!' frown.     "I see. I'm sorry you bear this burden. But these children... Letting them throw their tantrums and lash out isn't healthy either. Is being the enabler of pain what you wish to be?"
Guest Psyber	Psyber hooks a leg behind him and taps the toe of his boot against the ground a few times after Reiji speaks. The half-angel thinks for a few moments and then says...     "He doesn't speak for me, in that instance. I am fully aware that by the laws and hierarchy of Lordran, I have committed sins beyond reproach and deserve to be hunted by your kind." Psyber says after a moment or two. The half-angel adjusts his stance a bit and shakes his head, "And that no apology or absolution I ask for is going to wash that away. So I do not make a defense for my actions, because Gwyndolin would absolutely want you to hunt me."     Psyber shakes his head a few times, "So I believe you have a right to continue hunting me. I'm just asking it be contained so as to not bring further blood into what has already been a visceral vendetta between myself and the Darkmoons." He adjusts his stance, placing his hands in his coat pockets a moment later.     "Hunt me. Kill me, if that is your justice. I do not repent for my actions, but nor do I excuse them. I am asking for rules to be put in place so that others are not hurt for my own sins."
Tomoe	Tomoe does not move she does not even know if such magic could even work on her. She has no true magic after all, she has power due to a quirk of the Multiverse. She braces her self as she knows things are gtting serious she knows now it's going to br a fight or something else. "They could have made thier case but they chose not to, and I ask where would Lordran be right now if not for the help uf us and those like us? I came to aid in resucing it from the curse because I owed my life to someone from here who risked their neck to help me when I was just a nobody." She tenses now and readies for trouble but she crowns for a moment as yuuki speaks very wisely or so Tomoe thinks. "You involved others coming for your targets who were not involved. You want us I'm like Pysber fine come for me. Drag others in? I'll fight even harder."
Staren	Staren doesn't really have an answer. He's here to kill these people because they're trying to kill him and his allies.     "Your 'children' have made mortal enemies of us by their own choosing. They have made themselves a danger to us and to innocent people. A danger which we are eliminating. If you want to save them, then convince them to pursue a more constructive course of action, quickly. If they are beyond saving, then let us put them out of their misery."
Kushiko	When it gets right down to it, most... /everyone/ manages to speak to some degree what the Tenno that was controlling Valkyr was thinking given those words. Besides which, with her Synthesis Scanner not picking up anything useful towards their situation, it gave Kushiko the chance to consider things further. Especially Reiji who delivers the best earful she can think of, thus she turns her attention back to the spatial distortion around her. Void energy was continuing to build up inside her as it often did--but what she could do with that was another matter altogether since she didn't see a way. At least, not yet. So it was time to turn inward, and the Warframe simply knelt down in seiza position and continued to focus her senses, the suit's sensors, and more towards trying to figure out this spatial distortion. Maybe even the Lotus might be able to draw out something that they could use--if she could still be reached. She may have helped with Ciaran before in dispatching Latria but anything she could offer would be paltry next to what the others have.
Priscilla	The absurd amplification effect of the perpetual hallway is such that everyone can hear the Dark Sun taking a deep breath, whispering through the marble columns like wind in trees. Where there then should be a thunderous peal of commanding, divine rejection, the booming voice sounds only flat and disengaged.     "All of this is well far beyond of what I was asked. It is not of mine concern where lies the law, twisted now as it is by the wretched false queen, nor is it to whom your connections are or what feats thou no doubt falsely claim. It is mine duty alone and above all else that these children who seek'st refuge from this cruel injustice, and be allowed to uphold the concord of the true heir to which they swore their lives. If nothing else satisfies thee, I shalt face thee mineself, so thou shalt be given thine bloody conclusion, and hath no reason more to pursue them."     Very suddenly, the hallway begins collapsing; not in the sense of stones falling from the ceiling, but in the way the endless rows of identical pillars and arches fold together like a string of falling dominoes, resulting in nauseating vertigo as the air swims, shivers and compresses when proper spatial dimensions reassert themselves. The grand hall still remains in the middle of nowhere, and more or less identical, but only a short walk, with a definite end much closer to the beginning than it was originally.     The room at the end is a mirror of the one that had lead in, save with what is likely the real, original statue, and all the ornamentation that went with it, with proper seats, tapestries, braziers and iconography arranged as if it were about to be used for mass, all carefully moved inside and placed in perfect 1:1 positions. The Dark Sun awaits the Elites at its geometric center.     She looks like she couldn't be older than ten. Even standing up as straight and proud as she manages, fists balled up and eyes resolutely set, she isn't even eye level with anyone's chest. Dressed in white, with the silvery, semitransparent veil seemingly common to women of royal heritage here, she looks like a tiny doll, except for the immediately important fact that gleaming white scales decorate the edges of her face, arranged almost wing-like from her eyes, where lilac 'horn's twist around her collar, and a silvery-pink dragon's tail sticks out from behind her.     "I knoweth not who this Priscilla is-" she says in a firm, very unintimidating voice. "But thou shalt taketh me to her, or else slay me now. I hath long sent mine children far away from here. They knoweth not we meet."
Guest Psyber	"Ah man. I can't kill a child."     Psyber sighs and finally takes the Pepsi out of his jacket. He was sorta hoping he could save it, throw it to the big boss at the end of this, turn the boss into an okay guy, Psyber would walk away, the boss would wait till he took a few steps and go 'Hey wait, Psyber', and then toss him his some epic cape or something off the bosses back. Like in that Mean Joe Green Coca Cola commercial. Unfortunately, what could this girl possibly do? Throw a veil. What a bummer.     Using the button on the cuff of his jacket like a bottle opener, Psyber takes a drink of the Pepsi, "Fine. I'll take you to Priscilla."
Reiji Arisu	Finally, this ruse is over. Space-time begins to correct itself. Indeed, it begins to compress, falling in upon itself until it ends up snapping back to some semblance of reality. Reiji's hand falls to his arsenal of weapons. All he needs to do now is wait until the final moment, and-- ... ......... "........................" The ellipses are real, people.     "...A child?" Reiji wheezes, incredulous. Not just a child. A child that looks like she could be a tiny version of Priscilla herself. The exorcist is still for a moment. Then another. His hand shakes in what COULD MAYBE BE LAUGHTER except his face and lungs aren't doing jack shit. Reiji instead straightens and runs a hand down the length of his face. His shoulders deflate with a long, tired sigh. "A kid. I got worked up because... Nn." No, he can get embarrassed later. Right now, there's something they need to do.     The exorcist makes his way forward, stepping through what was once a maze of twisted space to the foot of the girl's dais. And then he steps up to meet her, and extends a hand. "Alright, come on," he says, "Let's go. I'll take you to meet her." "...But I'll need your name, first."
Yuuki Kuran	'Take me to Priscilla or kill me'.     >Yuuki can't kill innocent people double especially because she is a Shojo Pardoner. Thats DOUBLE worked up about innocence and letting people off for what they did.     "Alright. I promise I will do this thing, if that is what you want."
Mel Brock	Mel has broken into a scowl at the response. She's still sticking close to Yuuki, but she's also taking the time to reach back and draw Hravn. "Look, the only reason we had to pursue them to begin with is because /they/ decided to start something. Now if I could bring them in alive to face a proper trial, I'd /love/ to, but if they're gonna keep attacking us, sooner or later we're gonna defend ourselves with lethal-"     That, is a little Priscilla-ling.     "Foooooouuuuck me."     She pauses for several seconds before quietly, awkwardly, returning Hravn to her sheath. There may or may not be a silent 'you can come out now' involved.     "You, um. You... are you sure you don't know who Priscilla is? Because if you don't, you're in for a pretty big shock when you meet her," the Marshal says, somewhat awkwardly.
Staren	Staren doesn't care that her appearance is childish. She's still potentially incredibly dangerous.     Especially because, she's possibly a half-dragon? But if so, why is she so small, instead of giant like Priscilla?     "This isn't about the law. We're trying to help this place, and your chosen ones or whatever are trying to kill us, so we're stopping them. I doubt they'd abandon their quest just because we killed you, though. But... I guess for now, you live. If you don't know who Priscilla is, we shall rectify that."
Xiaomu	"You know, if you wanted to meet Priscilla for yourself, you didn't even have to add the 'or else slay me now' bit," Xiaomu points out. "Although given our track record when challenged by people who want us dead, I can't totally blame you ..." She digs around in her vest, but what she pulls out is neither a grenade nor a handgun (Roc's Icebrand having been holstered by now). It's not even a package of fried tofu, which is what she'd normally offer for munchies. It's a plain old candy bar. Probably a 3 Musketeers bar, or the closest thing to it to be found in her native version of Tokyo. And she offers it to the girl, even opening one end of the wrapper for her while leaving the rest as a 'sleeve' to hold the candy bar by. Then she glances at Mel, somewhat sternly, and just says, "Language."
Heaven's Armory	The feeling of danger has, to a considerable degree, passed. At least, the risks are much lesser now than some short time ago. Whatever else they have found in fighting the shades of the Darkmoon, verbal deception was not in great evidence. An offer to go peacefully is likely to be sincere.     Hravn appears first, but Ari appears soon after, each standing by their respective wielder and looking... down. Even Ari is looking down.     "You did not know her. Why do you wish to meet Priscilla?" Ari is the one who asks.
Mel Brock	Mel gives Xiaomu a bland look, then points at the girl, and says simply, "She's probably older than I am."
Reiji Arisu	Reiji turns his head to glare at Mel too. It's two glares. Double glare.                                 "Lanugage."                                 Yep. There're two of them here.
Reiji Arisu	"Also, age doesn't necessarily mean maturity." Beat. "I would say more, but Xiaomu would probably ruin me if I did."
Tomoe	Tomoe has long accepted she's in over her head but she also knows in a way her life after the floating castle is on borrowed time due to the help of others. She has debts to repay nd she will attempt to do that but she is not ready as the girl makes herself known and she stares for a moment. She keeps her weapon lowered and stares a Child? Well something tht looks like a child. She just stares dumbfounded here. "YEs we will take you to her but we need to know your name." She also knows this child is likely far older than any human could live on her world. Yet how mature is the girl? She does not know...
Mel Brock	"Alright, fine, fine..." The tone in Mel's voice is one of defeat.     Until she locks eyes with Reiji and delivers a single word in a very certain tone.     "/Dad./"
Lezard Valeth	Lezard's precautions prove to be pointless. Oh well. He was totally expecting a mass assault from the remainder of the Darkmoons. This of course just means that they've scattered and will be /even harder/ to find now. Dammit. Lezard's frustration looks evident as the area collapses down. He turns, his cape swirling as he looks to the little mini-Priscilla. "She is no mere child." Lezard states, simply. "Observe her even for a moment. She could be older than most of us in this room. Stop being fools enough to measure her by her stature and appearance rather than her actions and determination." He tips his head, adjusting his glasses, which gleam ominously in the nonlight of the hall. "She took a band of zealots, studied her opposition, and formed them into a fighting group capable of posing an actual challenge, just with the basic materials and techniques available here. She is incredibly dangerous and a master of guerilla combat. You lot would be far safer if you simply killed her immediately." He sighs, and shakes his head, shrugging. "But you are a lot of soft hearts. So be it. Take her to Lady Priscilla. I am sure it will go splendidly for you." He laughs, turning to walk back towards the exit.
Reiji Arisu	"Correct," Reiji says without skipping even a single beat. "Do you know why that doesn't bother me, even one bit?" "Because it finally gives me a way to fight back against Xiaomu." "Dad Jokes."
Xiaomu	"Reiji, I was around before 'dad jokes' were *invented*," Xiaomu retorts, grinning at him. "If you seriously think those pose a threat to my superiority ..." This is probably the moment when she'd slip on a pair of shades, if she happened to have a pair handy for the purpose. "... then a-parent-ly you're on the wrong track."
Reiji Arisu	Reiji stares for a long, long time. And then he unceremoniously reaches over and slings Xiaomu up over his shoulder like a sack of potatos. "Alright. We're done here. Let's get going before anything else can derail the situation." He pauses briefly, then glances back at the little dragon girl. "...Did you want a ride too, or are you fine walking?"
Kushiko	For the longest time, Valkyr does not move, and even amidst the change in the distortion--to which it seems like her need to scan or sense becomes suddenly moot--does not yet stir her. Kiras' pointed ears flick from side to side animatedly when the terrain itself changes. One might think Valkyr, knelt and sitting seiza style had become a statue in her own right, lines of energy pulsing along the curves of the sleek frame. <"... is that what it takes, for all of you to just leave your senses is a child?"> The voice projected is filled with incredulity as the frame stands. It's curious--one could not quite tell what the age of the person behind that frame was, now that one could think of it yeah? Hm. <"... do not forget you also act as Velka's Pardoners. At least, some of you."> She turned and began walking towards the young girl. It irritates her a little bit--even though she does not know Lezard as others here do, he reminds the Kushiko of Alad V the more she spent time around here. But there was a validity to what he said, and the way others were acting was... not something she could necessarily hold to either. <"What the hell is wrong with you people?">
Heaven's Armory	Hravn has yet to speak, but does now, looking from Lezard, to Mel, and then to Kushiko. "A cultural difference. While most of my existence has been spent among people who would skip a trial when the enforcers of the law witness a crime, among others... the trial remains necessary, regardless. It helps avoid the issue of the enforcers themselves being corrupted." Her posture, expression, and tone are all remarkably relaxed, to the point that it is likely controlled.     Ari merely awaits the answer to her question.
Kushiko	The faceless Valkyr slows her walk for a moment, her head canting slightly in Hraven's direction, contemplatively. <"Much like those here have suddenly become corrupted. The right decision for the wrong reasons can be just as bad. That, as Lezard Valeth has stated, much have you are making a decision you feel is right, but not necessarily under the correct reasoning. Law was already bent, exploited and twisted and outright rejected in some ways, and yet some of you seem ready to bend over backwards. Why?"> It isn't necessarily just to Hravn, mind, as her own stance and posture become quiet and still--noiseless. The sword she bears on her back is undrawn, and that shotgun from earlier must have been stowed through some manner of void-based compression or folding.
Guest Psyber	Psyber's posture looks deceptively relaxed, "There is no crueler tyranny than that which is perpetuated under the shield of law and in the name of justice. A quote by Charles de Montesquieu."     The half-angel waves his hand a bit, "I mean, nominally relevant. I don't like killing people under the tenants of the law when it can be avoided. So if she's offering a choice that avoids a murder disguised as a just killing, I'll take it. And it helps me sleep knowing I didn't turn around and win using the same trick that we deemed was unfair. That's the official reason."     He shrugs to Kushiko a few moments later, "Personal reasons are much more complex. The life I've led to this point makes me inordinately forgiving. If I held a grudge against everyone that tried to kill me, I would lose a large chunk of my social circle and I'd probably be fighting Lezard constantly. It's less of a hassle for me to let things play out. That's my life, though. Not yours."     "So I can't really offer you a reason that's perfect. Because our lives have clearly been very different, as I am not a weird space ninja with magic powers and am instead a Private Investigator. But it's the reason I chose."
Mel Brock	"Because I believe in the rule of law," Mel replies. "And yeah, maybe I'm a dumba-" Her eyes flit briefly to Reiji. "-aaoofficer for holding to it. But I'm not gonna be like that. I might be willing to cut a deal with Velka in order to finagle the law back in my favor, but even that much doesn't sit well with me, and the idea of playing judge, jury and executioner puts me right off my lunch. I don't believe any one person should take the law into their own hands, regardless of who they're doing it to. No one's beyond the law. The gears might turn slowly, but they turn. If Priscilla decides to have her executed, I'll... well, I'll be pretty put off, but I'll deal with it. But me? I'm not the law. Just an agent of it."
Xiaomu	Despite a lack of dignity which comes with her position slung over Reiji's shoulder, Xiaomu doesn't fight it; she just makes sure her staff and her carrypack aren't banging into Reiji's head, or hip, or anything else. Hey, if Reiji wants to carry her like this, he must want the exercise. Or at least, it's an opportunity for *her* to be a little more lazy, and she can watch Reiji's back even better while it lasts. She's still reasserted her standing when it comes to making awful puns, and that (arguably) is the important part.
Tomoe	Tomoe has been offered a choice and does not like to kill to be honest. She doesn't really like it at all and honestly this comes down to the rule of law here. This is Priscilla's world she is the law here in the end. What ever happens it's her call here, she also knows this could lead to trouble or ending this problem as well. "I have given my vote already. We shouldn't dally for long here and why did I chose this? This is Priscillia's world and she is the law."
Yuuki Kuran	Yuuki only really has one comment to this, not because it is late at night at all.     She made a promise. And a Covenant.     "She's submitting herself for absolution and judgement. I can't deny her. And none of us can judge her for the crimes of this world, as none of us ARE from this world. Also, I made a promise." Pause. "I'm not going to break it."
Priscilla	The child does not seem impressed at being called a child. As seemingly adorable a turn of events it is, the coos and candy bars don't help. She steps off the dias as if walking to an execution as a martyr, giving Mel kind of a sobering look on the way down. "I am afraid to say that I know little of anything, at the moment. There is not much news I hear of the outside, save that of thee and thy transgressions. I was told I wouldst learn much, once it wouldst be safe to leave, but I see now I was safe not even here."     She tilts her chin up at Tomoe, which only really results in making eye contact. "I am Yorshka, Company Captain of the Darkmoon Blades." says the girl managing to be shorter than an ALO avatar. "That is the name Brother Gwyndolin bestowed upon me whence he took me in. He spoke that it wouldst be too sad of a thing to go without one. He swore to me . . . that one day everyone wouldst know it . . . that things just weren't ready yet. Then one day, he bid me wait here out of worry, swearing he wouldst come back for me . . . and he did not."     Tomoe was there, once upon a time. Perhaps she might remember Emiya Shirou, voicing the pointless and youthfully naive question of why Gwyndolin had died without words, refusing to surrender to the end.     And Ahri. "I shalt go to her for the sake that there art those amongst thee that believeth there is some chance that she couldst bring an end to this. Even if it is beyond mine ability to avenge him, I shalt at least not see those who placed their faith in him as I did continue to suffer. That is what it means to inherit the title of Dark Sun." She then gives Ari's wielder a long, scornful look.     Lezard and Kushiko aren't wrong. The girl is clearly old enough to have been around Anor Londo since before the Union's arrival, despite a tiny stature that can likely only be explained by having never taken a single soul in her life. She is childish, to be certain; naive and oblivious to the outside as she is, seemingly only having the grief of Gwyndolin's remnant followers as her context, even a childhood here is a hard and complicated one. Clueless or not, she clearly wants to avenge him as badly as any of her new followers, and so far there is plenty of evidence to suggest she is aware of what that word means.     She walks with whoever takes the lead, perhaps out of genuine cooperation, perhaps simply out of the inability to do any harm with her actual, tiny hands.
Kushiko	In the wake of not only what Psyber says, but Mel and those upon the communication band, the Tenno is silent. The undulation of light and energy along the top of her armored hands continues to flicker and shimmer, but grow more intense once she projects again. <"Maybe, but such decisions... I do not think they are being weighted as they should be. Her appearence should not matter. Only what she has done and what she has expressed but nearly all of that is being forgotten."> If the Warframe could take a visible breath it definitely would at this point. <"All I am saying is that nearly all of you have come to a decision far too quickly because of a simple change and if you do not recognize that, then I do not know what else I can say. At least you, Mel Brock, are not being so patronizing to treat the Dark Sun as you have so far."> To Tomoe, she counters, <"Not in the mind of the Dark Sun is she."> After all, remember that remark about false queen and more? Or the fact her concern is not with the law itself? <"Making the choice here, regardless of which is asserting our own path regarding the law: it is not solely Priscilla's domain here."> Truth be told, the reason Kushiko was doing /any/ of this was for one explicit purpose: making these people /think/ because they... they shouldn't be so willing to abandon all reason just because of a child. Because of her similarity to Priscilla, perhaps, but that was not enough. And then Yuuki, she nods. <"Yes. To Velka. Not Priscilla. Thus, the choice falls back to her. Death or being taken to Priscilla cannot be the only choices here."> As Yorshka names herself, the Warframe nods slightly. <"We can do better than what we're suggesting here."> And nor is she suggesting the aspect of death either, not particularly inclined towards it herself, the more she sees of Yorshka in her actions and her words. To Velka may well prove to be the best decision here... Her faceless visage looks to the others, as Kiras moves to take up the rear behind the child. Regardless of the final decision she seems inclined to be the escort.
Yuuki Kuran	"I think you mistake me." Yuuki shrugs at Kushiko. "Company Captain, if you wish for absolution, do you have some payment that you would give to me to prove your intent? I am a temporary Pardoner, but I suppose that makes me Pardoner still."     Yuuki stands there, ready to accept even a single soul, or, more likely, some symbolic form of payment. "I am not well-versed in this world, and so I do not even know the value of your currency." She adds.     Kushiko gets a raised eyebrow, and a small shrug. "I came to this world to explore. I found that it could potentially use my help, and that Priscilla rules here. Even if there are gods, a council, what have you... Please do not mistake me."     "I simply want what is best, even if it hurts in the short term, for everyone. It is a foolish wish."
Staren	"If you know nothing, how can you hold a rank? How can you even be sure you haven't been lied to? All we've done is make this world a better place. If you don't even know who the Queen is... it seems like someone's been keeping you in the dark for a reason."     To Mel Brock, he points out: "I don't trust Velka. We have seen how swift Velka's judgement is of those who break her covenants. And why would she ask for forgiveness, when she knows nothing, has no reason to?" He shakes his head. "Priscilla knows how this place works better than any of us, and I trust her to know what's best for Lordran."
Tomoe	Tomoe looks to the eyeless Warframe for a moment as they speak. They make some harsh point but Tomeo in someways maybe. Humm she does bring up there are other options here after all and she will think on it but they need to do something and she looks back to Mel and then back to the Tenno. She's thinking on it but dhe doesn't ike all the other options either...
Kushiko	To Yuuki, Valkyr shrugs slightly. <"I am aware of what you said to Velka. And... that's not so bad, honestly. Hoping for the best..."> Far from here, the child within the Orbiter sighs, an unheard sound by those within Anor Londo. -But prepare for the worst.- <"We have said our piece. We will say no further on this matter. We apologize, as we did not intend our own words to be seen as such."> She pauses, her resonant voice momentarily sounding nothing like an adult. <"We don't get the opportunity to see this."> She falls silent once more--time to head on wherever they were going to head on. Consensus probably meant that once Absolution was given, they'd be on their way to Priscilla, all the more likely.