"Agreed, we secure the Chapel and hold it. Maybe the Divine Recharge can do the same for our memory," She says as she waits for the others.
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"Also any other weapons or armor about. The band is a bit hardscrabbled together with bits and bobs form whatever we couls find"She sasy pulling out a Rook from her clevage.
She listened as they spoke. Strangely, she gathered close to Autumn. She just found her comforting. Still, she let her bangs fall to help obscure her Golden eyes. As she listens, shapeshifting is spoken. When it does she begins to think about bats. The feel of the wind under your wings. The sound is rushing around you. She brushed away the thought and then nodded. "So if we can get to the chapel, maybe we can have a better chance?"
She relaxes a bit as she enters this area. Not much, just more relaxed. She keeps her weapons but seems to look around this area to see who is in here and what makes them tick. Something again fluttered in her mind—a group of people in posh clothes, chittering away. Words from a feminine voice flutter in ' Remember to always watch and observe. Even here, politics and position are in play. So be on your guard, watch, learn. Then file it away to remember later!" and just like that it was gone, no solid images, no distinct voice, just advice at some hazy party. Was it real? Or is it a Dream?
At the utterance of Transform, she ticks.she doesn't understand why, but she ticks. A glimmer of emotion and something fleeting in the haze of her mind. Like walking through a library of topics but some sort of catastrophe came through and displaced them all. She would have hoped to be positive but it seems many also sought to leave. Which could be for the better. She too thought finding an exit rhe best.
'I honestly have no clue who I am. Last I remember is waking up from a long dream! Saw a creature kill and drain a patient or whatever we were, and a Nurse who didnt respond to any stimuli." Snhe said relaxing as she now chewed her lip. " I wonder if this was a Hospital, What was it for? And How long have these...Faceless Ones, was it? Been here along side the Zombies?" She asked standing a bit confused as she tries to work through the cloudy recesses of her mind.
" I see, fighting off hordes." she says as she stands and looks at the barricade. " Are you willing to answer questions? Say like the way out? Or a general layout so we can move on without issue?" She says once again in her head thinking about flying over and down get her way. For they would know her true self.
"I think they may be talking about us? Especially after shifting the barricades!: She replies to the man and looks at the others awaiting similar assessments.
She looks at the others after hearing the voices and whispers. " What do you think the play is? Should we try to talk? I prefer talking, " She says as she then looks around constantly scanning the area.
Dhe drinks, then let's water hit her face and hair. It feels good some manner of cleanliness as she then blinks strange animal eyes at the others. She grabs the stool seat and looks for straps of cloth to wrap about it and hold like a shield. Once ready she looks at the others then nods.waitinf.
Who has the Baton the Nurse Dropped?
I figured I would seek out what could be on the nurse. As for tools and knowledge. We could know the weirdest things.
She pads the zombie down. Looking to see what was on it. As she does she looks at the others. "Anything we can use?" She asks as she beings to looking around taking her time.
She pivots and swings again.Winding up to make this creature die.
She shifts her feet, and holds with both hands her club and swings.
She takes the cudgel, but not the torch. Eyes flicker in the light, showing an unnatural color. She whirled it a bit, testing the heft. She nodded and followed. As she did she crept along with the others as she puts her rook in her pants. "Thanks. We should just call ourselves something. Bat would be my call sign." She says, looking to the lanky man.
Unnatural eyes flickered between the various figures gathered. She held her other arm, head tilted up, despite the rest of her body seeking to slump in defeat. She reaches down and claims the rook, somehow finding it comforting. This whole ordeal was strange. The Creature, the Nurse, the lack of memory. Yet she could understand the others. "I am fine, yet know not who or where I am" She says in a husky alto, partially due to the parched, dry throat. Gold eyes look over the other assembled folks and nod."Let us make haste. Our jailer is occupied." All in all, surprisingly capable of moving and talking. Though jerky and awkward, she seemed to force herself. Or sothing did. ' This is weird. Cages, cruel masters, the dead, no memories, no weapons...yet I don't feel like the lack of weapons is a problem. Nor lack of food? What is in here to eat aside from people and maybe bugs? What is wrong with me? Is this some twisted asylum?' Thoughts came fast in a flood. Images, smells, and sounds followed. Why couldn't you know?
She stirs. She had seemingly slumped to the floor as she slept. She stretched and began to get to her feet. The horrors gone, or so they should be. Still, the world she awoke to was just as horrifying loose curls fall before her face as she rises, the strange, simple cloth clung to her. She began to look about, her eyes taking in the light and observing, strangely familiar but also foreign. What exactly will She do now lucid and attentive to the area around her.
It has been fun. So mysterious. Now we have to get out...alive!!!
Did I die? Cause I went down in a blaze of glory!!! At least in my Mind. Lol.
Screw it She says internally as she shifts and breathes. Slow and steady, slow and steady. Fear still lingered, but instinct would be needed. She was cornered, not panic cornered, but cornered. So she lunges forward as the thing gets closure and hurls the Rook at the thing. She hopes to get past it. If only I could fly
She looks as if she can't seem to look away. She clutched the rook and looked, staring deeply at the window, unsure what she was to do, what was all this?
She pushed herself. The shoes are loose on her feet. The pants were a bit too tight, the shirt, well, was there. Why had she chosen said garments? They were not good for running or more. She powered through and made her way further into this ruin. Strange ruin.City or Building she had to flee. Why she had to flee and from what is confusing. She continued on course. 'Keep moving, Keep Alive,
She grabs the Rook. As she does, she then bolts going right. She would look for an alley or door. Something to pop into and see if she can get to the high ground and fly away? Fly Away? Why would she fly? She didn't have wings. She shook the thoughts away, as she does, she instead takes a course, moving to the east. Seeking to find a place to get higher and then execute a plan of escape.
Shivers. Gasp. Sputter. "Cold Damp, Dark'ran through her head. A head that was clouded and throbbing. She blinks and looks about, taking in the scenery, her body heaving from the grueling activity she put it through. It was coming through the fog and pain. A Chase, something was after her. Something dangerous? Enough to flee in abject terror. DIce:
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