"Ss... Sophie..." the monster mumbled... how long had it been since she heard her own name?<br/><br/>The Iron maiden looked down at Yatchet, eyes wide and intent. She didn't... quite understand his words, but something about his tone told her this wasn't a choice she should make lightly.<br/><br/>The open sky above her was bad enough... but right now, it felt like she teetered on the edge of any abyss, like the solid ground beneath her stood tense, and ready to open up beneath her... should she simply shift her weight in one direction.<br/><br/>'Friend'... she hadn't heard the word before, but... Sophie hadn't heard a lot of things living alone in a cave. Now she was not alone. She was not in a cave.<br/>It seemed the two things were interconnected.<br/><br/>"Wh... wh...<span style="font-style: italic">why?</span>" She finally asks. Such a simple word, but so many questions in it! why save her? why take her? Why didn't they kill her? Why did she feel so scared, yet at the same time didn't want to go BACK to her safe dungeon?<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why was she alive?</span><br/><br/>Of course, she had no way of verbalizing this... but her fear and conflict would be evident on her metal face. She NEEDED an answer, ANY answer... hopefully (One from each of the Group), would have a good one.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>(Will have the other Scene edited into this post later C-sonic, don't loose track of it!)<br/><br/>(also, Jon? If Eric took her away and climbed into Sophie again, in her current mental state, she'd simply trap him and drain him try, forever. if he reformed, he'd still be trapped in her, and sucked dry again, and then again, for all eternity or until he starved to death. At the moment, she doesn't HAVE any other instincts... and I don't blame eric if he's a little out of it from his short trap inside her.)</div></blockquote><br/><br/>0000000000000000<br/><br/>[<span style="font-weight: bold">ILIAS</span>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">a caravan stopped on a road, in a plain with a mountain in the distance.</span>]<br/><br/>"Hey miss!" a voice called out to the busy Beta. It was a young girl, no more than 13, wearing a cute green shirt and carrying, oddly enough, a flower or two. "Whatcha doooin?"<br/><br/>The caravan wasn't too large, but had 10 armed guards. A few of the Merchants could defend themselves, but with three wagons with three families and employees... well, they were safe from random monster attacks, but it paid to be cautious out in the wilds. Breaks like this were rare.<br/><br/>(Pooooor Npcs!<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>)