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They tilted their head, slowly getting up. They quickly followed after the cat as they wiped their eyes, which her full of tears, probably from being frightened. “Is this where you hang out?” They smiled, folding their shaking hands behind their back.

Raven certainly does not miss the sniffling and wiping of tears. She wishes she could tell Adam that they have nothing to be afraid of, but:

a) She wants to see how long she can go without speaking.

b) That would be a lie.

She keeps walking, occasionally turning back and meowing to make sure they follow. Soon, the dark shapes of Victi, Lisa, and boomy guy come into view under the looming police station. She stops and stares at it. Her heart seizes for a moment when she sees that Lisa lies on the ground, but the girl's chest heaves and she gestures weakly as she says something to Victi, who's now apparently conscious.

Raven trots to Lisa and shoves herself under one of Lisa's arms and mews pathetically. Yes, she is using Liz as a tool to gain more sympathy, but the chimera doesn't seem to notice (In fact, she's oblivious to Adam's presence.) and responds by stroking Raven's cheek.

"Cold, yes, but..." Raven's back. Lisa feels her soft fur press against her hand. She starts to pet the kitty. "...true. It's only that, she is a child, and I can't stand the idea of letting a child die alone if I can...can..." it's getting harder to put her words together. Her head hurts a little less, but now everything is getting...fuzzy.

Victi lifts her head sharply. First thing, ow. Second thing, She smells Raven, and.... fear. Good, not the shifter. Smells like a bunch of the others. same species? interesting.

"Found help, Raven?" She asks through the side of her mouth. She was.... a little concerned about being focussed on first with her bright white fur, but she'd see what happened. Or, well, more smell, hear, and guess a lot.

//i’m just going to see if someone else will do it after this-//

They bit their bottom lip as they got down by whoever was laying on the ground. They didn’t dare make a sound, though at one point, the sniffled and quietly scolded themselves. They turned back to the black cat, and asked in a hushed voice. “Is this your owner, or something..?”

Victi cracked an emerald-green eye again. She could see a little more already, but knew she'd be paying for it soon. She looked at the newcomer. Not all that impressive, but hopefully they'd do

Raven nods a slow, deliberate nod that comes across as a very human thing to do. Then she drops the no-talking shtick; Lisa's few movements seem weak and shaky.

"We need help."

Help? That's it!

"If I can help it." Lisa shifts her head slowly to the side so Victi lies in her field of vision, but instead, her eyes fall on a dark form looming by her head. She gasps, terror seizing her. Stranger. Piercing green eyes. Wait...

Are they crying?

That doesn't assuage her fear. Why are they crying? Why over her? Who is that? What is that? She tries to get up, but pain wracks her body and she lies down, cradling her throbbing head in one hand. She feels Raven pounce on her chest like she can actually pin her down.

As events play around his unconscious form, the soldiers armor begins to take on a gentle aqua-colored glow at the back of his neck. Running outward like water droplets, they begin to run through every crook, cranny and rivet of the armor. The glow is now noticeable to anyone within a few feet of the still body. Perception would suddenly be taken from the light, as the armor itself came alive. The gentle hiss of once air tight seals being breached joined the chorus of hydraulics and gears, as the armored body rose abruptly from the ground, looking like a marionette on strings.

Perhaps the most eerie part was how it just stood there: head slightly lolling side to side, as its masked face seeming to stare at and through everything it saw.

"Biological proto-plasmic jellies," spoke the blue-lite armor, "what the hel-hel-hel- heavens have you dam-dam-dam-dam- done to my bonded!"

The chipper tone which it delivered this stuttering denouncement was hair-raising. And as if to emphasis the point, the armor raised the unconcious mans arms, hands hanging forward zombie-like. "Look at this mess."

Liliath noticed a boy with her cat. No one would take Raven from her, liliath stormed back. She picked Raven up , but she ignored Lisa. “Raven is my best friend .” She mumbled angry

She feels someone's arms wrapping around her, taking her away from Lisa. "No! Put me down!" She's struggling, fighting. She would be clawing at her but she recognizes the soft skin and familiar scent of Liliath, so she fights instinct and keeps her claws sheathed. "Liliath, you don't understand- Lisa is my best friend...she's the girl I told you I'm promised to. Don't take me away from her! I-"

She freezes. Masato's body rises, his armor taking on a faint blue glow as blue streaks run through its nooks and crannies. Worst, or, to Raven, best part? It, something, speaks. That can't be Masato's voice; his hand hangs limp on his shoulders and his lips don't move.

Zombie? Masato's a zombie now.

Liliath shrugged and let go "No one likes me here."she sighed and walked away again "Stupid people ."she mumbled to herself then she passed out because of the stress

Raven is very much not okay with having every able pair of hands passed out on the ground. As Liliath collapses in the middle of the road, an Oh, crap expression crosses her small face. She stares at the resurrected Masato, and, slowly backing up to hide behind Adam, asks. "What the heck are you?"

So much going on... Lisa forces herself to sit up, slowly this time, but it still hurts. She slumps forward with her head in her hands, covering her eyes. The strange, trearear-streaked newcomer and the faint glow off to her side convinces her that she's dying. Or someone else is dying. As she sinks closer and closer towards unconsciousness herself, she's strangely okay with that.

Victi was suddenly much more awake. Oh for.... The hardware was sapient. The hardware was sapient, and so it worked. That set a very interesting loophole which she desperately hoped she could abuse later. If she could drag Pliumii here....

"Assisstive awareness, your bonded took a lock on us, and even before being sure of hostiles did full raid procedures upon entering this building. To ensure our survival, we did some clever things. He set off all of his flash-bangs, presumably the remote trigger working here thanks to you. I'll explain in the sit-rep momentarily," Gods had she had to do crap like this too many times, "This.... I was in pain afterwards and... I regressed to a feral state and attacked him. I electrocuted him, I will explain the mechanism for that later. On to the situation report.". She hoped this thing could handle intel flows as well as the assistives back home. Probably could.

"Speaking of which, the situation is that electronics and optical technology don't seem to work here, with the exception of yourself, and magic is also locked down. This place is hostile. It is morphic, rearranging its geography either wilfully or randomly, may be possessed of a Genius Loci, and can manifest traps as needed. There is one confirmed hostile, a class 1 shapeshifter, capable of perfect physical and vocal mimicry, which wants to kill us. If you and yours are willing to co-opperate with us, we can use every extra warrior we can get. Even with me not having my magic or gear, he still managed to put me into a rough state. I can appreciate a fighter like that, especially with an assistive who may notice patterns the rest of us wouldn't," she finished, hoping all of that would be enough to buy the bot, and hopefully help convince the operative once he woke up.

Adam brushed a bit of dark hair from their shocked face as they slowly got up, backing away with their hands raised. This all scared them more than their friend’s stories. Another “Holy crud” and then the put their hands back down to their sides, turned around and walked. This scene would never leave their used-to-be innocent mind.

Raven chases after Adam. You do not want to run away from us, buddy. Leaping over Liliath's unconscious little shape, she catches him quickly and grabs the right cuff of his pants on her teeth to stop him, already launching a panicked tirade with the fabric stuffed in her mouth. "Noff, you don' wannuff do 'aff! Mmf proffabl' die!"

Yes, she was still laying on the floor, her eyes were still sucking and hurt, her ears were still ringing, she was still sore, and she was getting very hungry as her body kicked into overdrive on recovery, but things were better. Sure, the person Raven had found was leaving, but they seemed panicky. She preferred to focus on the assistive. That seemed very very useful.

Victi's having a conversation with someone, or something, but none of the words quite get through to her. Lisa, from her hunched-over sitting position, lies down. She rests her burnt cheek on the pavement. The stone feels nice and cool, relieving just a smidge of her pain. If she could sleep, just for a few minutes, she'd feel a lot better.

She closes her eyes; she hears more words and some receeding footsteps, but the desperate need for sleep overpowers her ever-present paranoia and she soon loses consciousness.

Another wave of shock came over them as they were forced to stop. Adam was probably scared, too, until realising it was just the little cat. The little cat that had just spoken? They felt terrified again. At first, they mistook it for their usually wild imagination. Then, after hearing it again, they were left paralysed, confused, frightened... mostly stuff like that. But, they were somewhat happy to find out they weren’t going insane.