<div align="center">For Ethereal Rose</div><br/>OOC: It's somewhat moot now, but feel free by all means to roll to read the sitch.<br/><br/>There is one thing that Ethereal Rose is privy to that those outside are not. Fox and Squirrel, a pair of Sundowner's menagerie, are perched on a pile of junk outside, doing their best to take the situation in. Both are anxious and their movements are agitated and quick. Both have shivs stuck in belts made out of extension cord, but these are not dangerous members of the menagerie. At least, to Rose. Most members of the menagerie are not, except in number. Fox and Squirrel are mostly for seeing and finding things that Sundowner wants. It would seem that the mindfucker has a stake in this little drama.<br/><br/>Well, maybe had, because things went from zero to ultra-violence in record time. Fox looks at Rose, and cocks his head. Squirrel joins him, and cocks her head the other way. They want to know if Rose will let them go. When she does enter without harassing them, they skitter off. Like iron shavings to a magnet, they are drawn back to their master by forces equally unseen.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center">For Everyone Else, There's This</div>There was a need for Uncle Marco to drop, but thanks to his assessment of the situation, he was in a position that was able to withstand stray fire that came his way. His Dogs, having taken the same cue, had taken up their own positions of safety, and thus were also unharmed when hostilities broke out.<br/><br/>Amanuel was, of course, ensconced in the armoured safety of the M-ATV, and the noble creature gave him the succor of its armoured plating. There was more than a sense of security and warmth that came from the machine: there was a sense of her welcoming Amanuel and her pleasure at having him inside her. He touched her in all the right places in all the right ways to have all of her cylinders firing, hot and ready, to perform. Every second of idling was a moan, a pleading sound for Amanuel to only take control of her and use her like on he could, as only he understood. Theirs was a pure amalgamation, albeit temporary, and the Creator was surely smiling in that moment to see flesh and metal joined to one purpose.<br/><br/>As for Rez and her people, things are fine and dandy. Q has begun to scream, but in his dismay, he has sunk into speaking words that may as well have been in a different language for all they made sense to anyone present. That is to say, individually the words could be understood, but the order and context of their usage obfuscated all meaning. A few children, scrawny and underfed, came up and danced sing-songishly along the Buitres dragging Q away. One of them tossed the children the candy bar that Q had tried to use to buy off Rez, and they happily began to divide it equally amongst themselves, their sing-song thanks happy.<br/><br/>"Thank you thank you, Mr. Vulture."<br/><br/>"Yes, yes, thanks for giving sweet, Mistah Vee!"