<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Leto</span></span><br/><br/>Leto still felt the woman's aggression even with her back turned. She knew she deserved it, so no grudge would be held for her very life threatened by this one as she had just, not very long ago, â€œattemptedâ€ to kill her. She habitually lifted her hand to the cord that connected the bow and began strumming it. It made an odd, deep twanging noise that seemed to penetrate their very souls. It echoed off the canyon walls until the noise rattle off into eternity.<br/><br/>It would be a few miles until they would come across the temple so she decided to make conversation in this unbearable silenceâ€”despite the Lampads' society are not normally one to speak to a stranger, but since she was the one that grabbed Lilith's attention, being antisocial was not an option. The exchange of names would have to be in order. Neither of them knew the other and introductions would make the walk that much less awkward.<br/><br/>â€œThe name I was given at birth is Leto,â€ She stated, looking to the left, and, although she could not see Lilith she still heavily felt the anger building up in the atmosphere around them and it was becoming a bit uncomfortable, but it was Leto's fault, and she had no regrets, though she knew it was her guilt. â€œWhat was the name your parents gave you at the time of your nativity?â€ She sounded sincere, yet her voice was calm and smooth, giving the impression of an assassin, though she hoped that was not the impression that was being given.<br/><br/>It would take around a half-hour to three-fourths an hour until they would arrive the temple so idle chat would have to happen quickly because Leto was not one to like such unquiet soundlessness. Hopefully, the Priestess of Agapi was still taking residence in the fane for Leto was not very good at explaining their Peoples' habits and point of existence, so, hopefully the clergywoman would be there so she could have that honour.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Roland</span></span><br/><br/>Roland listened intently to her story, and he felt so numb at this point. The Crimson Lance had taken everything from her. Her livelihood, her friends, her family; everything. Loss of family was probably the one thing that battered her very soul at this point. He couldn't believe it, but he would have to. She had gone through the very thing he had, so he felt incredibly empathetic with her case. Both of them lost everything; friends, family, and homes. But the one thing that kept him going for years was the saying his grandmother had told him: â€œIt's always darkest before the dawn, so living in the shadows is never permanentâ€.<br/><br/>He then led her by the hand to the back of his hutâ€”which was tunneled into the side of the mountain by which it residedâ€”where he kept most of his emergency supplies. Food, weapons, medical provisions, etcetera; and right now, it was an emergency (he didn't necessarily want to have a person die when he was fully capable of helpingâ€”especially when they were mighty attractive). He then had her sat down on a small cot and left for a moment to get the obligatory necessities.<br/><br/>He then returned with a large, red and white box striped box with a Star of Life on the front of it. Placing it on the cot next to him, he was about to begin the proper start in wrapping her up, but then he realized he needed to have her remove her clothing so he could get to her wounds easier. Wow.. This had just become awkward...<br/><br/>â€œUhm... Miss Mimi, can I ask you to take off your armour, and your, erm... pants... Ya know, to get your wounds...â€ He sputtered awkwardly, face becoming a bit darker from embarrassment. Hopefully she didn't notice.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Mordecai</span></span><br/><br/>Mordecai smirk diminished when a cool, calm and collected reply was given. Party-pooper. Just had to piss on his parade, didn't she? But he guessed he shouldn't push it since he was already pushing her slowly declining patience and generosity. So he zipped his lips and walked behind her until they finally came across the Catch-A-Ride Station. He rolled his eyes at her as she stepped aside, and let him choose the vehicle. Fine, whatever.<br/><br/>Stepping up onto the platform he rummaged through the selection of conveyances and chose the Racer. He oh so enjoyed rockets, and if say, Crimson Lance decided to attack, he would be able to let a volley of explosives rain upon them. The very thought of things going boom made him shudder with excitement.<br/><br/>After his selection was finalized with the choosing of its colourâ€”which was orangeâ€”the outline of the  metal contraption appeared and the vehivle itself began to materialize until the tin mode of transportation was there. Climbing into the cockpit, he started it, and hung his arm out of the side, waiting for the meek girl to get in. He didn't know why she would just do this herself, but she probably had her reasons, and he didn't want to bother her with it.<br/><br/>â€œNow, what direction shant we head off into, thy majesty?â€