((OOC: Hardly any posting!!! You'd think you people were waiting for someone.....*runs, hands over her head*
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Tamrissa frowns as all the disturbances in the Umbras reality happen at once. Portals, people
and Fei.
Beheading
how
medieval, she mumbles and then turns to Slayer, eyeing him cautiously. He has gone to take care of some business elsewhere. Whatever it is you need, you might ask it of me
She glances at Clutch.
I felt it, I know.
Her eyes go to the side as Gulver suddenly speaks up and she turns around slowly.
You have returned
and Thisias is with you? By the gods, this is getting more complicated by the second...
She rolls her eyes upward and points down the dark stairwell.
My Lord Cameron, retrieve the prisoner. It seems we will do this the hard way
the front steps will work well enough.
She glances at Slayer and Gulver. As the others gather round out in the dining chamber, she puts a hand to her forehead, gathering her thoughts and wits about her, and closes her eyes. Her face goes slack for a moment and then tightens. When her eyes snap open they are colder than before, as if she was holding back something inside. Feis presence, or lack there of, roils inside of her, but her outer self is as flat and hardened as slate.
Gulver, you are free to do as you wish as long as you remain in the Umbra and refrain from killing anybody, she moves past him and switches her attention to Slayer. My lord, if your request can be handled by myself, talk to me as we walk. If not, I am sure Serumen will be back soon.
Her eyes go to Shenba as she strides past.
I have a request to make of you if you are willing to get dressed. I need some help keeping order while we finish this, she gestures casually at the towel around Shenba. Clothing will be needed
I dont need distractions, only brute strength in someone who is willing to help me.
She keeps walking, nodding curtly at Soul Reaver as she passes. The doors to the dining chamber fly open, the sun exploding into the room. Her chin lifts and she pauses, turning to look back at the stairwell, waiting for the Space Marines to bring Zera up from below
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In the cell below, Zera lies in front of the door, cheek resting on the back of one hand. Her brown eyes open at the sound of footsteps coming close