<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=72094.msg3163790#msg3163790">Quote from: Zarazel on 17-06-2010, 05:08:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Moka seem to be alive, her heartbeat is strong. However as you touch her you see the cross turned from a metal color to a black color, the voices started in your head once again. She opened her eyes and touched her head, "Awwwwwwww, that hurt silly Vincent sending us here.... ouch". She got up and sighed, "Are you alright?". She got up and sighed, "Where are we.....".  Her dress was now full of dirty water and she seemed to be in bad shape but that was just the water making her appearance bad. As she got up she groans and feels her side in pain. "Looks like I screwed up a rib". She sighed and moves to the edge of the swamp and sits on the ground.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Moka woke up as he touched her.  So did the Sins, which was vaguely unsettling.  --Where are we?--<br/>--If you'd let me look around, I could soon tell you.--<br/>--Oh hush--<br/>Moka was apparently injured during the teleportation.  Still, if Vincent had single-handedly teleported everyone in the entire base and the only result was a few cracked ribs...  That was pretty impressive.<br/>"The voices in my head say they might have an idea, but I don't."  He Stepped over to stand next to her on solid ground.  The semi-solid surface of the marsh gave him chills for some reason.  "So there isn't just some pre-designated safehouse that everyone like us warps to when the base is attacked?"  It really would be much easier to set a spell up that way.  The only reason not to that Jude could think of was to make sure no one could trap the cadets' destination.  Orpheus took paranoia to an entirely new level.  "So.  I never did get to that employee orientation seminar."  It was a poor attempt at humor, but needs must...  "What's the drill in this situation?  Are more employees going to rain out of the sky and need our help, or are we on our own until we find a way back to civilization?"  He studied her face.  Moka was the type of person who'd 'march through the pain' even if she had two slipped disks, three broken ribs, and a cracked tibia, but he knew her well enough to spot the subtle signs when she was pushing past her limits.  The last thing he wanted was for her to suddenly collapse from her own pigheadedness.