<strong>Time:</strong>Several Days After Boom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rhikki-Annhi's Apartments<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger<br/><br/>Lightwater and Opal Knife, the attendants hovering just outside of the room Iori has been recuperating, accept the changing of the guard with visible relief.  Sanger can see glass shards of a few different hues at their feet.  "You have a visitor, Miss Iori," Lightwater calls into the room, ducking quickly back out of sight and moving away with the boy to take a breather.<br/><br/>When he finally sees Iori, the elemental is pressed into the far corner of the room she's been recovering in, the sparse futon abandoned for a more tactically-secure location.   Her countenance is still pale, and she's half-dressed at best, bandages preserving some semblance of modesty; in one hand she's clutching a sharp-looking glass sculpture, ready to throw it, and fire flickers between the fingers of her other hand, ready to lash out.  It's a solid two seconds he's in the room before she relaxes, which is less to say she untenses and more to say she slumps to the floor, coming to rest on her backside.  "The last thing I remember," Iori says wearily, setting the sculpture aside, "was the world coming apart, some that circle-marked<em>thing</em>emerging from a side tunnel with one of Anjushri's attendants.  And then it killed me, and then I lived for Hesiah knows how long somehow not dying in a nightmare where I can't feel another lick of Fire, and then I open my eyes and there's a horrid little huge spider demon in front of me."<br/><br/>The elemental manages a half-hearted smile, the surge of the moment finally bleeding away as she flicks the finger-flame away into nonexistence.  "No, I'm not terribly happy.  But I'll manage.  What happened?"<br/><br/><br/>*<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Short Days After Boom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Somewhere within the Demon City<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>Shizara's lilting laugh is a counterpoint to the contented purring of Ruby as the girl leans into the psychic touch.<em>Then we have a decision to make, and soon, don't we?</em>the neomah muses languidly.<em>We still have enough pull in the City that we could find them employment-- with someone reputable, of course.  Better that than leave them to form one more know-nothing street gang loyal to a fallen leader.  That would be easiest, the safest we could do for them here... but you know just as well as I do that it would not keep them truly safe.  Not even the Unquestionable are safe in this place.</em>