<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Pandora</span></span><br/><br/>Pandora breathed a sigh of relief when he sped away, her still in the vehicle. He was going to help her. Oh, thank god. He didn't seem mad, either, which was a good sign. Even though she was bleeding, weak, tired, and cold, Pandora enjoyed the feeling of the wind on her face when the Runner boosted into its top speed. It seemed as if the moonlight were sucking the very essence of heat from the desert ground. At first it had felt good but due to blood loss, Pandora couldn't easily control her body temperature.<br/>She was slightly surprised when they skidded to a halt, her stomach churning unpleasantly in her gut. Pandora watched as he pulled the cloth from behind them, obediently moved her hand when he gestured for her to do so. She squinted her eyes when he began to tighten the rag around her arm and tie it. That<span style="font-style: italic">stung</span>. At least the bleeding would slow if not stop, though. Not draining out blood was always a good thing, no?<br/>Pandora looked up at him when he spoke, surprised at his question. Her blue eyes met his as she thought about her response. She... didn't want to tell him. He was a nice guy, yes, and he'd just saved her, yes. That was exactly why he didn't need to know her name. Should she tell him her name, he would become familiarised with her and see her as a human being. He would see her as having a soul, a past, a possible future. It wasn't hard to see that Pandora was in pretty shitty shape. She might not make it through the night simply because she'd lost so much blood. She might even go into shock soon, considering her wounds and the scene she'd just witnessed. If this manâ€”Roland knew her name and she died, which seemed likely, he would feel bad and possibly blame himself. Pandora was a kind person most of the time; she wouldn't want that kind of guilt thrust upon a person because of her.<br/>â€œI'm sorry, Roland, but... I can't tell you that. Well, I mean, I can; I just don't want to. You're nice and all, and you're an awesome person, and that's exactly why I can't tell you. I'm kind of in bad shape, as you can see, and there's a pretty decent chance I might die even with you having helped me. If I told you my name, you'd feel guilty when I die because names are the barcodes of the soul. As long as you don't know my name, I don't have a soul. Please understand...â€ she explained softly. Her voice was kind and pleasant and her eyes reflected sincerity and altruism. â€œI'll tell you if I live long enough to... well, live through this. For now, though, I just need to get out of here and find a place to hide for the night. Can you help me?â€ Pandora asked him. She wouldn't have been insulted if he said no; she had just denied him of knowing even her<span style="font-style: italic">name</span>.<br/>She smiled at Roland genuinely then looked away. The temperature was going to start dropping drastically very soon and Pandora would need to figure her situation out. Where she was going, how she planned to bind her other wounds, where she would go after that night. She... had no home anymore. Her brothers were dead, her entire family gone just like that...<br/>Tears built up in her eyes and she was glad her gaze was directed away from Roland. She allowed a few tears to drip down her soft pale face before wiping them off inconspicuously and turning her attention back to the man next to her. She made eye contact once more, waiting for him to respond.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Tsura</span></span><br/><br/>Tsura studied the man. This was exactly like her vision, but there was an added feeling of urgency that time around. Now it was real and now her decision meant life or death for this man. Tsura felt his intentions toward Jove and she didn't like it; she almost hit him square in the face right there, but she new that would be wrong. The image of the wanted poster flashed in her brain, photographic memory easily recounting the inky words on the page.<br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">â€œWanted: 1,000,000$<br/>For poaching and possession of endangered species.â€</span></div><br/>Tsura shook off the thought. She had to be unbiased, even if meant helping someone who by nature she would regularly let die and burn. He looked like an idiot, standing there smiling. Tsura knew he wasn't. Can't fool a gypsy. She reluctantly took his hand without a word and led him around the bluff without the Lance men seeing. He should be safe there for a little while so long as he wasn't the type to need supervision<span style="font-style: italic">all the time</span>. It hadn't taken much for her to manoeuvre them through the boulders; he was a scrawny little thing. She didn't have much room to talk.<br/>â€œWait here,â€ she said simply with a serious look in her oddly-coloured eyes. Her left eye being violet and right turquoise, she had quite the exotic look about her. Her skin was moderately tan, looking a bit like a lost beam of pale sunlight when the moon shone upon it. When she was fairly confident that the man would stay she turned and walked back onto the hill.<br/>Quickly getting to the top and sliding silently down one side, Tsura began looking for the men. It wasn't hard; they were standing around like idiots scratching their heads and wondering aloud where the guy had gone. Tsura shook her head at their inefficiency and drew out her pistol. It was silenced as not to draw attention to herself. Abandoning cover for only a moment, Tsura aimed her gun and fired. The repeater fired four quick rounds, each scoring a perfect headshot and killing the men silently.<br/>As Tsura lowered her arms her razor-cut, almost fiery-red hair slipped off of her shoulders, falling into its usual place at her back brushing against the top of her shoulder blades. She looked at the dead men, shook her head. Sure, they more-or-less deserved to die, but Tsura hadn't been the one who wanted to do it. Atlas and the Crimson Lance sucked but Tsura normally had a strong no-killing policy. Damn poacher... His life was hardly worth it.<br/>She began walking back to the fugitiveâ€™s position, slid down the gravely hillside gracefully and landing in front of the man. Her eyes showed no emotion even though she was largely disgusted to be in the guy's presence. Jove was okay, though; he'd followed her and instinctively kept away from the creep. Smart Skag.<br/>â€œYou're good to take care of yourself from here, right?â€ Tsura asked. Her tone revealed nothing of her thoughts. She hoped he knew this terrain well; she didn't much want to be his escort.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Lilith</span></span><br/><br/>Lilith studied the woman closely. She was really kind of strange... And stranger yet was that no one else noticed. Usually when someone with no pupils or irises walked into town dressed in weird clothing people stared, commented, and the men would likely ask a price.<br/>After a few moments the lady seemed to notice Lilith, as she got up and walked away. Lilith wasn't dumb; she could see the hint in the look she was given. It told her to follow. The Siren hesitated a bit, followed after the other woman had gotten a decent distance away. She allowed herself to be led out of Fyrestone. She found the woman sitting on a rock outside of town, facing her as she walked up. It was like meeting a giant serpent face-to-face.<br/>Lilith waited a few moments, expecting the stranger to speak first. She was, after all, the one who had led them out there. When nothing was said, Lilith thought of something to begin conversation.<br/>â€œWell, you're quite the oddity. What're you doing in Fyrestone, anyway?â€ she asked and rested her hand on her hip. She made a point to appear impatient so that the exchange would be over with quickly. Though strange, Lilith had no desire to know the woman's life history. All she wanted to know was what she was, why she was on Pandora, and why she acted so... creepy. That was all.