<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Pandora</span></span><br/><br/>Pandora smiled as Roland seemed to recover from his momentary anxiety. She jumped out of the vehicle, landed with a light<span style="font-style: italic">thump</span>. She was rather light and thus made little noise. She lost her footing for a moment, almost fell. Blood loss had made her dizzy. She grinned and giggled quietly when he made his â€œsuperheroâ€ pose then followed him into the hut. It was pretty dirty but she didn't care. She was a bandit who had lived in a one-room hut with dirt for a floor since they'd moved into the area; she had no room to complain about anything.<br/>While Roland was cleaning Pandora made her way to the nearest wall, slid down it and sat with her back resting against the wall. It was more than sturdy enough to hold her and for that she was grateful. She didn't feel great about standing upâ€”the dizziness hadn't subsided. She felt lightheaded and almost disoriented. Part of it must've been the shock.<br/>â€œNice place you've got here,â€ Pandora said with a smirk after looking around then back to Roland. She laughed quietly, an attempt to lighten not only the overall mood but her own as well. She felt like she was going to die or at least get damn close. She reached down, touched her wounded leg. It was still bleeding. She assumed the same was true for most of the other wounds. The only one she assumd wasn't bleeding was her blunt trauma wound from the butt of the shotgun. That one was likely healing itself faster than the others.<br/>Discerning how rude she was being, Pandora stood, if unsteadily, and walked over to Roland. She was a guest and Roland hadn't had to allow her into his home. She looked around, thought for a moment. She wanted to help out even if she was bleeding and felt sick.<br/>â€œI'm sorry I didn't ask sooner, but do you need any help?â€ she asked with a kind smile. She knew she probably looked like hell but she hoped the mannerly look on her face told how eager she was to help and her determined demeanour showed that she wouldn't let her injuries hinder her ability to be productive.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Tsura</span></span><br/><br/>Tsura frowned at the man. Jove looked up at her and whined as if he had understood the conversation and was as displeased as Tsura herself. She reached down and petted the Skag, listened until the poacher was done with his explanation. Hunting Spiderants. What had they ever done to him? She had looked up just in time to see him without his mask. She felt her face begin to blush a bit, shook her head slightly to dismiss the thought. This jerk... he was kinda cute. Tsura was smart enough not to care, though, and she disregarded his appearance in favour of his actions which she hated. In Tsura, anger could outrule attraction in any situation.<br/>Once he mentioned Fyrestone, Tsura let out a quiet whimper in vexation. That would take at least a day. She had only planned on being around the guy for a few minutesâ€”and even that she hadn't<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>. They were so goddamned far from Fyrestone that they would have to travel through the night and most of the next day<span style="font-style: italic">by Runner</span>to get there in a mildly tolerable ammount of time. Tsura didn't know if she could tolerate even<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>.<br/>Once he was done speaking she looked around. He then started to walk somewhereâ€”where the hell was he going? He had no idea where they were. Tsura was distracted when he told her his name. Mordecai? Interesting name.<br/>â€œAlright, Mordecai, follow me. I'll get us to a Runner station,â€ she said simply and started walking away. She really did<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>like talking. Silently, she made her way from the direction she had come from. Getting the Runner would take them off course, yes, but traveling in a vehicle would end her suffering faster.<br/>Dragging Mordecai around all of Pandora wasn't something Tsura was looking forward to. She looked down to see Jove following at her feet, probably scared of the bird Mordecai was carrying. Tsura slipped her hands into her pockets and looked at the path ahead of her. There was no true path; only one she'd made in her mind with the memory of the trail she would have to take to arrive at the planned location. It was going to be a long trip... and hopefully a quiet one.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Lilith</span></span><br/><br/>Lilith gritted her teeth in anger when the invisible being mocked her. The first projectile startled her, but the others were expected. She walked a few steps toward the source and pulled out her gun. That little fucking bitch would stop itâ€”one way or another.<br/>â€œYou'd better come out or I'll fill you with a lot of invisible fucking holes,â€ she yelled in what she believed to be the direcion of the being. Lilith pointed her SMG in the direction the rocks had some from and gave an angry glare followed by an arrogant smirk. Even if she couldn't see the chick, Lilith could fire about a hundred rounds in any direction. One of them would surely hit the target. So many little holes.<br/>Not lowering her gun, Lilith began to wonder<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>the girl was. She wasn't a Siren, Lilith knew that much, but she could hide like one. Lilith doubted that she was in another dimension, but she couldn't think of any other reason she would just be<span style="font-style: italic">gone</span>. Simply turning invisible was unlikely and impossible, there had to be an explanation...