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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.

Raven releases her grip on their pant leg and speaks freely. "As I said, you do not want to run away." She meets their horrified gaze and scoffs. "Oh, please, I'm the least horrifying creature to prowl these streets. Not that I can't claw someone into ribbons..." She sits back and flexes her claws, enjoying a brief moment of bravado before realizing that's not the right thing to say. She chuckles and looks back up.

"Ah, my point is this is not a good place to walk alone. The architecture is kind of evil and there's a homicidal shapeshifter lurking God knows where." Anticipating suspicion, she adds, "I'm not that guy; I don't know how his mind works, but he'd probably have killed you back out there, in the dark. When you were, you know, alone." Her expository speech compete, she stands.

"Now why don't you come back with me? Most everyone is out cold and that glowy guy is...I don't know what's up with him but he probably won't hurt you."

They stayed silent, nervously staring at the cat. They slowly walked past the cat, back to the group. The just stood, glancing to each of them. The kitty was all that really kept them calm, now. “Oh, crap...”

Victi looked away from the suit for a moment, she wanted to ask about material later, that stuff looked pretty nice, and at the new arrival. "Hi, we're the something-vaguely-resembling-the-good-guys here," She snarked. Sure, she still felt pretty awful, but pulling that one let her know she was getting better.

"What she says," Raven agrees with a bit of laughter. "We should, uh...get the lame inside." She crouches by Lisa and nudges her hand. "Liz, hey, Liz!" When the girl doesn't move, Raven curses. "I just got you help and you fall asleep?" She sits by her hand and sighs. Lisa wasn't looking well when she had left her; the girl probably needs the sleep.

"Okay, unless the glowy guy or Victi end up able to help, nevermind what's-your-name."

The blue light pulsated rapidly. A momentary pause before a strange sound, like a machines attempt at an unimpressed sniff, came from the armor. Walking past, albeit with arms still raised and in a shuffling corpse like state, the virtual intelligence piloted the iron-clad man toward a similarly unconscious creature.

"You're all still jellies. Albeit, smart jellies. "

The machine continued to berate them as it kneeled toward the prone form of one of the more damaged party members. Looking up and down between the fallen form to the city around them, whatever echoed in the data halls of its programmed mind made a decision. Reaching down, it lifted and put the creature on its back, in a fire-man carry. Turning around toward the party, it concentrated on the larger creature; the one that spoke before.

"My bonded requires medical attention and bedside manner. If all that you say is factual, than the logical coarse is to retreat, regroup, and devise a method of extraction from this place. Alone, this is beyond me. Alone, this is beyond you, clearly."

Another strange noise, like a hissing tea kettle, echoed from it now. One could sense this was akin to laughter.

"I propose a trade. You help my bonded at the next destination. Agree, and I will help with this one."

It shrugged, to indicate the beast on its back, awaiting a response.

"I agree that we need to move. On the other hand, actually leaving won't be simple. If we try to leave, the town will likely re-order itself to put where we are in a place where we're no longer walking out," she grunted as she worked to get up. Not steady, and she was way too hungry. Her body was fine on energy, but she was running out of stuff to heal with, and she knew her wings wouldn't bother stitching. Why was she this hungry? Issues for later.

"It could also loop at the outside, but lets hope not. Either way, there is nowhere to usefully retreat to, no reinforcements coming other than other survivors we find, and extraction seems improbable. For now, I'd say we stay here for a little longer. We do still want to find equipment. Firearms still work," she winced, feeling the dull throb of her wing, "having bags to carry things would still be good, as well as getting rations, first aid gear, and anything else we find to be useful. Once we've done that, we absolutely move to get him to health. You two seem useful," If the AI seemed a little rude to organics, but she was used to that.

"And one last thing," she said, bothered, "Where the hell is that bug? We could use exactly her right about now. Raven, you were with her, right?"

They stood, their shaking hands above their head. Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, one of them would kill them on the spot. The thoughts of how they’d die disturbed them as they passed by like a slideshow. Being choked was the one that’d scared them the most. A pretty white fox thing strangling them? Nope.

Victi glanced over to the new one as the AI processed, even if it was most likely just taking a second or two to optimize its insults.

"You okay there?" She asked, still trying to get her sense of balance back all the way, leaning on a wall, to, for one, keep balance better, and two, face the Suit and the spooked one while she waited.

The moment Victi asks about Tsi'ka, Raven's small, cheery smile fades. She looks away, trying to think about anything aside from the scattered gore staining the house crimson and the sickening thud of what she realizes must have been Tsi'ka's mangled body hitting the floor.

Then Victi checks up on Adam, who looks absolutely horrified.

Thinking she's clear, Raven spots Liliath's form lying on the ground some yards away from the others and goes to her. Even though the girl drives everyone insane, it'd be cruel to let the others leave her outside. Pretty certain that Lil isn't actually injured, she tries to wake her so she can walk inside.

The cat starts by purring and nudging her hand. If that doesn't wake the girl, she'll bite the hand, gently, like pinching her skin.