Roxxie looked up from a notebook she had placed on the counter towards the voice calling for her attention. â€œWell chica, youâ€™re in the Fort in a hotel called the Golden Laurels. Weâ€™re in a city on an island, and as for anything beyond that weâ€™re both in the dark.â€ she replied, vaulting quietly over onto the bar and crossing her legs.<br/><br/>â€œWe all wake up like that, so donâ€™t worry. We donâ€™t remember much of anything, and some of us arenâ€™t even lucky enough to wake up with our names. Itâ€™s sort of random who remembers more from what I can tell.â€ Roxxie explained. â€œIâ€™m Roxxie. Iâ€™ve been here a while sweetheart so trust me when I say youâ€™re gonna want to try and get comfortable.â€ she added, folding up her notebook and holding it close.<br/><br/>â€œLemme guess, you woke up with a note? Two cryptic-as-hell lilâ€™ things written on it?â€ Roxxie asked, pulling out a chair and beckoning the girl over. â€œGot another newcomer in the back who wasnâ€™t lucky enough to wake up well enough to walk, which honestly is a first. Everyoneâ€™s usually not too worse for wear. Sit, sit, Iâ€™ve got some dinner cooking. Youâ€™re safe here. Now why donâ€™t you tell me what you can remember?â€<br/><br/>In truth, Roxxie was a bit overwhelmed by the prospect of another wave so soon after the last one. True, the waves had seemed much smaller and unfortunately people seemed to die left and right nowadays. She remembered what it was like waking up in this place, finding out the hard way the sort of terrors that were abound.<br/><br/>The vixen shifted lightly at a particularly unpleasant memory. She was just tired of losing people.<br/><br/>â€œDid you see anyone else on your way here? Iâ€™d like to round up as many as I can. This place is one of the only safe spots on the island.â€<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Maccus turned to the voice behind him to see a rather terrifyingly large metal behemoth in the mocking shape of a cloaked man looming over him in the moonlight. â€œSo he brought new ones again, hmm? How fun.â€ it spoke in a sing-song voice, extending a long arm towards him.<br/><br/>The light whistling of a song bird drew his attention to someone in a stairwell nearby that looked thankfully normal. Well, as normal as he could remember. On instinct, he grabbed the metal manâ€™s arm and wheeled about, hurling him with all his might off of the building. His muscles burned in protest from the weight, but soon enough the imposing thing was tumbling off the edge of the roof with a furious yell.<br/><br/>Maccus felt this was a very, very good time to get away.<br/><br/>He charged towards the open door, somewhat clumsily dealing with his own size as he got closer. â€œGo, go, before whatever that is comes back!â€ he urged, crouching into the stairwell and promptly slamming his head on the doorframe. Being this big was certainly not going to be easy and, judging by all the architectural problems he kept running into, it certainly wasnâ€™t the norm. His detectiveâ€™s badge waved in the air with his heavy breaths.<br/><br/>He looked over at the boy heâ€™d probably scared half to death and sighed. â€œThank you. Youâ€™re the first thing thatâ€™s not tried to get at me since I woke up. Do you have any idea where we are? I keep hearing all these announcements but the streets seem empty save for a few things Iâ€™d rather not have run across.â€ Mac explained, slumping back against the stairs but maintaining a slouch to keep himself from having another nasty bump on his head. â€œMy nameâ€™s Maccusâ€¦ I think. I canâ€™t really remember anything before waking up. How about you?â€ he asked, his voice hopeful.<br/><br/>If anything, if this kid tried to hurt him Maccus was at least sure this was a fight he could win.