[Salone]

"Do you think only humans rape and defile the lands of Kenya? Of Tsavo? Do you-"

He cut himself off, realizing he was getting angry for no reason. He felt that he was adequately covering anything they might run across, short of a Horseman. But this was not about him. Not yet. He was under her employ, so he would be doing what she decided. He lowered his voice, attempting to come off as more...docile. As docile as Lev was capable of, anyway.

"Apologies. I forget my place."

[Serra Britt]

Feenai had already been spending the last several minutes combing the Network for any information when the old man started talking about demons. "Then we might need some obliteration rounds, maybe some dispersion grenades..." she mumbled to herself as she scanned the information on demons, "and maybe a special sword for Jo...err...Jeanne if we can find it. One of those psychic flails maybe as an alternate weapon for HER. As for me..." Probably nothing, except those cronostatic grenades. I could make sure they fall in a specific spot if I practiced.

She turned her attention back to armories in Corinth. There were several, but poorly stocked. Except... Feenai spoke up, though only the old man and Jeanne were present. "There is a well stocked armory in the north part of town. We may be able to get what we need there. As for how we get it, we can either try to buy some, or sneak in if you and the others feel up to it. I can help you either way, though...probably not very directly if you want to steal things." She paused, trying to word things without sounding strange. "I think we should follow those two. They seem to be up to something big and they may need help."

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel's eyes flick over to Feenai. "Is it an Alliance armory?" He asks sharply. "They're not likely to sell their equipment; they want you to hire their soldiers, not buy them out. Stealing from them would have... repercussions, as well." He looks around hastily. "Where has Michael gotten to? If he has a high enough standing in the Artificers, he may be able to get us inside without breaking any laws. Oh, and I can't imagine Corinth was stocking more than two Wrath Swords. Who knows if they survived Typasius' fight with the Rephaim. If so, Acacias likely wants them back, badly."

[Serra Britt]

Feenai scanned the Network and answered quickly. "Yes, it's an Alliance armory... The other one have with we need but we'd have to stop at ALL of them, except for the Wrath Sword." Since her shields were already down, she mentally scanned the area. "Michael is on the roof. If we are all done eating, shall we go out and see what he and Dante wish to do?"

[Funkduder]

"Well depending on the sword you want, I could build it. There's also an armory north of here that has some nice weapons that pack a punch. Although I doubt to be able to get anything from there immediately, through a week of processing...or a few minutes of sneaking you could get a Wrath Sword or something like that." Michael looked at Dante for a moment. He had a decent build and a face, excluding his eyes, which he could not see, looked trustworthy and deviously playful, a good combination... "But I'm normally bad a reading people by looks anyways."
"It's also possible that going to the alliance armory can be a good shield against the psychics who are after me. I'm sure they'd have anything that you would really need."
Looking down, Michael noticed two hooded people standing in front of the door to the tavern.
"Shit." Michael quickly checked which way was north using the Network and then pulled at Dante by the arm.
"Let's go! They're here, already!"

[Espy]

"What? Who's 'they'?" The panic hadn't quite reached him. Then, after a pause, "You're being chased?" Shiiiiiiiiit. I should've just dripped cyanide into her drink...This is such a hassle.

[Sage]

Jeanne watched Michael with concern. He began to act strangely, and when he left without answering her question, she was pretty sure that something was wrong. But she was no psychologist and wouldn't have known where to start figuring out the problem. Instead, she glanced around at the others and saw Lev's expression.

He was staring directly at Fee, a feral hunger in his eyes for a moment. Alarmed, Jeanne turned to Fee and placed her hand on the psychic's shoulder in a protective manner. She was beginning to regret healing the man already.

Then the others began to talk. While Jeanne didn't quite eavesdrop, she caught the gist of their conversation; they were planning to leave and go to an armory. Fee's entry into the conversation meant that Jeanne felt comfortable joining as well.

"I'm not comfortable with stealing from this armory," she said, a statement that would be a surprise to be none. Jeanne wasn't sure she felt comfortable saying that if the Wrath Swords were out there, she felt duty-bound to retrieve them for Saint Acacias. Perhaps she could go out looking if the others weren't receptive to the concept of 'not stealing from the armory'.

Pretty much done with her mead, she stood up at Fee's suggestion and waited for the others to be ready.

[Funkduder]

They ran north, Michael and Dante, towards the armory by rooftop. Corinth wasn't exactly constructed to be a fortress, but they at least had some guards on the rooftops, guards who didn't appreciate trespassers.
"Hey! What are you doing here-Wha!"
Michael pushed him to the side with an "Artificer's errand. Out of the way!" type of gesture. The guards weren't amused, but that didn't matter after the hooded people got on to the rooftops as well. They threw the gaurds off of the roof with telekinetic force and then extended their powers towards the pair.
Michael growled with the amount of concentration being split between running away and holding up a block to make sure that they weren't tossed around themselves.
"Help me out, Dante! If you can find a way to distract them while we get to the armory, we just might make it!" Michael would've done it himself if he wasn't afraid of losing his concentration.

[Espy]

Dante snorted in annoyance. "Who exactly are we running from? And I'm having trouble enough finding my footing." Now, if I hadn't just downed drinks, this would be a different story altogether...Dante groaned inwardly as his foot missed a gutted and he had to propel himself forward with his hands.

He swallowed Succor and waited for the effects to kick in. "Tell you what. Give me info on where the armory is. I'll distract them and go back towards my bike. How's that?"

He thought for a moment. "Or...I could just pretend to take you captive," he chuckled with a wide grin.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Softly, almost sorrowfully, Shealtiel says to Jeanne, "We do not live in a world at peace, my dear. As desperately as our kind clings to its more civilized past, ours are fraught lives, our ethos the frenzy of survival. You need only looked to your hallowed Saints: warriors, one and all, whatever else they may be. Or look to our own Lion; is he not a mirror for the human zeitgeist?"

Letting out a long sigh, he pushes himself up from the table. "Regardless," he says, "I believe we have been left behind."

[Funkduder]

"And then wait for them to throw the both of us using Telekinesis? Of course not!" Michael stopped letting Dante jump another rooftop.
"Keep on going straight; I'll try to lead them back, away from you. Get to the armory and tell them my Network Code, 21573 Delta. It'll give them everything they need to know about the situation," Michael called turning around and drawing his laser. "Now my father and mother. It is time that I show you how I have grown."

[Espy]

Dante nearly choked. "They are...psychics? Your...what...?!"

Part of him yelled at him to help the artificer; the other half told him to get away. He hesitate for a brief moment, then shot forward, struggling to regain his balance. If only I had my bike... He missed the edge a few rooftops down, pitched sideways, and instinctively rolled, bruising his shoulder on the gravelly ground but injuring nothing else. Damn that alcohol. Then he stiffened.

The huge, grim building ahead of him nearly pulsed with aura. Even in his slightly drunken, energy-less, adrenaline-lacking state, he could trace the aura of several baubles with ease, then with some focusing, saw the outlines of what seemed to be swords and firearms. This is...the armory? Taking a deep breath in, he slipped his left hand into his holster and pounded on the barred metal door with his right.

The sound of bolts being drawn, then a draft of chilling air; a bearded man holding various pieces of scrap metal stood in the hunter's way, discouraging any more rudeness. An annoyed voice growled, "What is--"

"Save the damn questions for later! My friend (What? Since when was he a friend?) told me to tell you his Code. It's 21573 Delta. I don't know what's wrong, but he seems to be in...trouble," Dante cut in. "Look into that!"

Marching inside ("Hey! Where'd'ya think you're going?!") and turning his back to whoever the doorkeeper had been, Dante gritted his teeth and mentally yelled at the two psychics and the purple-aura'd old man. "Ok, look, hate to have to ask much of you, but the artificer's in trouble; I don't know why, or where; we've been running for a bit and since I obviously can't see, I'm a bit lost. Get to him. He's got pursuers. And for your damned information, I'm in the freaking Armory. Couldn't tell you where it is, even if I wanted to.

[Serra Britt]

Feenai's mind was still open so Dante's thoughts reached her loud and clear. "Michael is in trouble and Dante is already at the armory..." Feenai stumbled over the words as Dante's panic washed over her. "I guess we have a good reason to head for the northern armory now?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel gathers himself, snatching up his walking stick. "Did he happen to mention what sort of trouble?" he asks in a rather severe tone. This seems all too coincidental; Corinth hasn't known this sort of chaos in its walls since the Eschaton.

[CupcakeDolly]

It seemed that almost as soon as Rue had begun to consider the thought of asking the artificer for help - however difficult that might turn out to be - the presence of both he and the assassin had started to move away, and quick checking showed her that they were being followed by two somewhat skilled psychics. She sighed and wondered if it would be enough to wait for them to return.

After a few moments, she intercepted the assassin's mental cry and rolled her eyes. She stretched slightly, then motioned to Lev. "Come!" She took off running in the direction of the artificer and his two pursuers. She could care less about the assassin's safety and, in fact, somewhat hoped that some harm befell him, but she had only just decided that the other man might be useful to her.

"Get ready," she warned her bodyguard. When the two psychics were just out of sight, but their presence was strong enough to manipulate, she lashed out and took them while they were off-guard and not expecting her, invading their thoughts with wild and incoherent violence, aiming to startle them and turn their attention on her just long enough for her gun-laden friend to take care of them.

[Sage]

Jeanne's eyes widened at Fee's report. She didn't know much about either man - the pleasantries she had exchanged with Michael meant little - but she would prefer to see both of them safe. Her mouth opened to say something along the lines of 'then, let's go' but the old man with defeatist ideas spoke up first.