<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Basic clothing, leather armor<br/><strong>Content: </strong>The merits of mind and muscle memory: Controlled panicked violence.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Medb<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa looks down the hall long and carefully, "Eight total... One, in the northeast hall has a red ribbon tied around her ankle.. it leads around the corner out of sight." She frowns and considers, "I think you might be right Danae.. To them its less healing a person, and more fixing a broken doll. Except.. you know. in their head. Except they arent actually that good. "This tear is to ragged.. cut off the unseemly bits and then sew it back together at the new spce, even if its to short now."<br/><br/>She sighs and draws her blades, adjusting her grip to get comfortable, "Should we try and sneak around them.. Or are we going to have to fight..?" She looks over judging them out to see if she could at least eliminate a few before the fight really started..<br/><br/>(They spaced out enough Aloisa could Sneak a couple..?)