"Thank you, captain, and for your information Dante is with me for a reason. To fill in the gap of information for you, he's been working as a hired gun over the past years..." Michael paused to let the captain record the information. If the captain was looking closely, he would have noticed the relief that came over Michael as the time to think came. "He is currently under my employment, as far as I'm concerned. He could have done a better job informing you of the situation but as you can see, he's not the type to visually describe the scene." A chuckle came out from the nearby guards.
"Anyhow, it's time that I pay you back, Madam Red." Michael winked to Bella as he said this. "You heard the captain. Get what you need and get out, before I try to steal you from you husband." Michael kept his gun out until the very moment, and in emphasizing how he holstered it away, he got another chuckle from the guards.
"Now then, captain. I don't suppose that you have a shield here? And by shield I mean interdiction badge, of course."

Feenai tried to not let her breath out too quickly. Despite all that had happened it looked as though they were not only going to get supplies, but also everyone was going to get to leave. I suppose we will just have to leave together to make Ruebella's story plausible now.

Feenai walked up to the captain and started listing the items she thought they would need. "Six magazines worth of obliteration rounds, five dispersion grenades, a psychic flail, three cronostatic grenades, and two weapons-grade lasers." She frantically searched the Network for the type of gun Lev had, just in case he had lost his somewhere or it was just outright confiscated. "Oh, and a PPsh-41."

Feenai wasn't interested in staying here for very long just in case they started picking holes in Ruebella's story. Despite it seeming to be such a nice place when she arrived, Corinth wasn't feeling very comfortable to her any longer.

A grudging click came from behind me, and Dante stood, glared at Michael the best he could, and collected his weapons from the arms of wary soldiers.

He grinned widely, did a mock bow, towards the captain, and mentally asked Feenai, purposefully avoiding the artificer, "Can I get a few new weapons too?"

"Thank you, captain," said Michael as he began to look for the man the captain spoke of. He grinned slyly as he noticed Dante's gaze fall upon him. "Oops, Michael thought. "He heard me."

Shut up human! Listen to me...

Lev's head swam in blackness. He felt awake, possibly. He could feel his body, bind and prone. He attempted to move, to speak, but could not. But for the moment, he had his mind. All of it. Shouting in his head, he called out to the demon.

"Leave me! I am my own man!"

I said SHUT UP! You will be destroyed if they learn what monster you are! The useful one calls you her husband. I will release you, with what little of your mind you have left. You will adhere to this. You are husband, devoted to her. Remember Lev, I am your salvation. I found you on the cross, I tore you down. I entered you, I SAVED you! Your life goes on, but your life is mine! You are indebted to me!

Lev tried to think, finding the words were overpowering his very thoughts. He struggled to be free. He knew he should be a free man. But if he had stayed a free man, he would have been a dead one. But was this life, an enslaved one, worth it? But if he were to betray what he was, he would be shot. For the moment, there were those who relied on him. For the first time, he mattered to someone, even if only it was based on his usefulness. And as much as he hated what he had become, that much mattered to him.

"I...will accept. Release me."

Remember Lev. I am your GOD of second chance! Go!


Groaning, Lev awoke to rope restraining him. He felt the bindings cutting in to him, drawing blood. He called out to the one person that he could remember in his mind, the person he was required to follow. His voice carried pain, worry, and most of all, fear.

"Rue! Where are you? Help!"

Of course, Dante, just think what you want and I will tell them. They don't have to know they are for you. Feenai pushed the thought into Dante's mind. It made her sick to do, and despite it being for Dante's well being she felt like she was violating him somehow by doing so.

Feenai also gave a sideways glance to Lev as he woke up. A quick scan noted that he was back to his pained self, but the ravenous feeling was right there too. It worried her but it just reinforced her want to be out of the city.

Lev struggled as he was untied none too quickly, as the guards were still wary about letting him loose. He rubbed his wrists as he was set free, trying to massage his wounds. He turned to look at Rue, trying to look concerned and loving, which was an odd expression on his face.

"We need to leave. Place is not great for my...my condition...is everything okay?"

He bit his lip a bit, seeming very...different, than he usually did. He seemed timid, almost scared. More prey than predator. He kept rubbing his wrists, as if the pain was genuinely affecting him. He looked back up to Rue, searching for guidance.

Jeanne said nothing during their round of diplomacy; not only was the language unfamiliar to her, she agreed with the Captain. Fortunately the others succeeded, and eventually they were brought to a requisition station of sorts.

'I suppose I ought to take something,' Jeanne thought. Feeling her laser against her side and the side of a thin knife pressing into her calf - it was always strapped there - she wondered what else she would need to survive and couldn't think of anything. And then there was the issue that this felt like stealing...the theurge eyed the door they had come through. She wanted to look for the Wrath Swords and bring them back to the remaining Saint before someone stole them.

Watching the proceedings with disinterest, Shealtiel shrugs and turns to leave the Armory, meaning to get some fresh air -- though all air feels enlivening, with the way his lungs are functioning at the moment.

At the Captain's questioning look, he responds, "I have... everything I require," masking a smile.

Dante suppressed a dance of joy as he was brought what he'd been looking for. Brand...new...I'm actually...impressed, he thought as a Fuuma, two bichawas, flashbangs, and compound bow were shoved none too gently onto the table next to him, the soldier not wanting to make any contact with the alleged murderer. He picked out sheathes by himself and strapped them on for size.

Ah, forgot the arrows... He rifled through compartments under the glare of the captain until he found several quivers of black-flighted arrows for his bow.

He stood with a smirk. Mock bowing again to the now very disgruntled soldiers, he made his way outside. Once safely out of sight, he brought his hand out of his pockets -- pickpocketing, round one, success! Surely the captain wouldn't miss a few hundred.

Lev limped out of the armory, leaning on Rue a bit more than he probably should. After he was out of the armory, he pushed himself away. He stood for a moment, on his own. Holding that brief moment, he tumbled to the ground. Shuffling a bit, he produced his battered revolver from his pocket. He shoved the barrel against his chin, trying to pull himself in to a kneeling position as he did. He smiled sadly in to the sunlight, pulling the trigger. The soft click filled the silence, right before he threw the revolver. It clattered against the ground, skidding a few feet. He turned to look up at Rue, hate filling his eyes.

"I am my own man. I wish to die like one, if not live like one. Not like it matter. Have tried before. Have failed. But at least I try."