<strong>Location:</strong>The Demon City, apartments of Rhikki-Annha Vase-Weaver<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger<br/><br/>She nods once in acknowledgement.  "Good.  He'll open the way, or he won't, either way..."<br/><br/>Iori's face flickers briefly with a spasm of pain, and one hand moves down to her side.  She pulls her fingers away and frowns at the familiar-looking smear of orange-red on her fingers.  "Figures," the elemental murmurs, irritable again.  "Must have opened it up in the dash.  And of course, I wake up in Malfeas of all places where there isn't a lick of proper Fire to be found."<br/><br/>The irritation lasts only a moment, though, fading as she looks back to Sanger.  "Before you go, though," Iori says, managing a wan smile as she rests her ember-stained hand on her knee. "The kids told me you came back with me just before everything finished going south.  I know you're the type who does that kind of thing because you're the kind of guy who does that thing, but I want to thank you anyway.  I owe you my life."<br/><br/>*<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Demon City, Chorgath's Love Nest<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>The moment of joining lingers, and time seems to slow for a moment as souls are joined together in uncommon harmony.  Eventually, the world intrudes again on this sacred time, and the depth of the connection recedes-- but it has transpired in fullness, and all of them have been changed for it.<br/><br/>Ruby rises first, blinking, reassessing herself; she deems it Good in short order and sits fully up, relaxing a bit more.  "We won't fail you," she says with a firm nod.  "Is there some way I may serve my Master today?"<br/><br/>Cerulean is a little slower to get up, more reflective, focus lost in a reverie of some sort as she reflects upon Things...