Karogen stood silent for a second, thinking. "Still not here, huh?  Guess that means I'm alone.  Hmnn ...You know... all this time alone in here, I bet it'll get hard not having anyone to talk to."  He said it almost more to himself than to the old man, but did so on purpose- talking directly to the old man probably wouldn't get direct answers.<br/>"I wonder what things are like outside right now.  Probably not alot of order- most likely nothing but chaos and violence."<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Emiko smiled abit.  "Alright, First Sergeant it is.  About the three of us... Well, Jenten, the bat fur you saw, is more of a pacifist then us other two, but his heart's in a good place and he knows when its time to fight.  Marice... she's the daughter of that protester right over...there.."  Emiko points towards a grumpy-looking Tiger fur, who was busy pestering a nearby resistance gaurd by telling him he should be ashamed of what he is doing.  "She never wanted to join a peace group, but her father made her.  She's pretty hyper-active, and all she wants to do is have fun- however, her predatory instincts tell her fighting is fun.  She's only seventeen, though.  Jenten thinks she's too young to fight, but whatever, we need all the help we can get."<br/><br/>-------------------------------------<br/>Sherra knew that Blotar was lost.  Unfortunately, she and her servant, Kitten, had to travel through most of the now-toppled land, passing by Fort Blotar, before she could make her way into Kazmer.<br/><br/>"Guess we're better off trying the stealth route, huh?  No way we're fighting our way through half the country-side."  She sighed, sheathing her dagger, and putting another bolt into her crossbow.  "I got plenty of bolts, but not one for every murderer out there."<br/><br/>"Well, we still also have these... I managed to grab them before we escaped our house..."  Kitten takes off his backpack, opening it up to show four containers of berserker juice, one vore juice, as well as some food rations.<br/><br/>Sherra smiled.  "Always recourseful, eh?  Well, let's get going.  We need to get as far as we can during the night."<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Faust sneered.  He had hoped the human resistance had become a little bit more upset at the little sit-in he was leading, but they were just standing there, continuing to gaurd the area.  But still, he couldn't get his mind off of the fact that that girl had took it upon herself to take Karogen's punching daggers.<br/><br/>Sighing, he stood to his feet, and began making his way towards Jenten and Marice.<br/><br/>"Hey.  Girl.  What's your name?" He asks as he approches her.<br/>Marice stuck out her tounge.  "What's it to ya?"<br/>"Whatever, nothing, I guess.  Just a fair warning.  I have a feeling Karogen is gonna get free somehow.  And trust me, you don't want him finding out you have <i>those</i>," he said, pointing to the blades she had rested on the ground. "He's kind of protective of them."<br/>Marice giggles abit.  "What's he gonna do, lecture me?  I don't een know why someone like HIM would even have these."<br/>"You'd be suprised.  Karogen's last master was my father.  After my father's death, he and I formed this little group.  I've seen Karogen before he became the man you know.  He can get pretty scary if you do just the right thing to upset him.  And I believe taking those daggers are just the right thing."