[Funkduder]

Hearing a specific yelling from indoors, Michael chuckled to himself. "Well, it looks like I wouldn't have gotten paid even if I was employed. Bah."
Finally turning the corner to the back of the house, he found the generator. Heat was radiating out of it and a circut breaker next to it directed Michael towards his next move.

[Espy]

Dante muttered in between mouthfuls, "It'd do you good to be polite to people for once...And you left it under the body of my brother down there." Hm? Where'd the other theurge go...?

"I'd advise you against going to find that bloody gun. For one, you'd be touching Gabe with those dirty hands of yours, and for another, it's probably covered in Dybbuk slime," the bounty hunter growled.

[CupcakeDolly]

With very little visible reaction, Rue calmly watched the man throw his tantrum, waiting patiently until he had finished speaking. As the assassin was throwing in his two cents, she turned away with her back to the group and carefully removed her right boot, where a group of jewelry was secured unattractively around her ankle. She peeled off a couple of items, then pulled on the boot once more and stood.

Limping slightly, but carrying herself with bored regality, Rue walked toward the boyish female and tossed a small bracelet - a gaudy thing made of silver and dotted with large rubies - into her lap. "For your services." She turned without saying anything else to the girl and made her way back to Lev, casually placing a matching ring on the finger of his outstretched hand.

"And for you. I keep my word, unlike most of your kind. However, as well as you have seen to getting yourself maimed in my name, I plan on continuing on my own. I cannot afford to revive a corpse at every step of my journey."

[Serra Britt]

"So that's what you want then?" Feenai's voice rang out, dripping with bitterness. "You just think that everything you want to do can be accomplished on your own, with no help? You, miss red head, are an even bigger fool than I thought you were." Feenai was shaking as she said these words. I'm too scared to approach her. If I make her upset, maybe she'll come to me and I can outline my plan with a little more secrecy.

[CupcakeDolly]

"Oh?" Rue smiled tightly, holding back a sudden urge to laugh. She turned on the psychic woman with a casual whirl, but her body was tensed with a hidden fierceness the likes of which most only saw in its entirety before Rue saw fit to take their lives.

"And who are you to make such a bold observation?" Rue stepped toward the woman as she spoke. "You, who obviously cannot do anything on your own? If I am a fool for rejecting help, then you are tenfold for accepting it. It has made you weak, and when everyone you depend on inevitably leaves you, then what will you be left with?" She came to a stop an arm's length away and leaned forward, looking up at the woman through deceptively sultry eyes while violently and shamelessly invading her mind.

"Your optimism and can-do attitude? How quaint. It is a shame that there is nothing of real value in your pretty little head."

[Serra Britt]

Feeling Ruebella ravage her open mind was painful but not unexpected. Since you're already here, you should know there is one thing I could do on my own: broadcast to the Amorpha Network your exact location. I know there's several people who would enjoy THAT information.

After thinking that directly as Rue, Feenai continued verbally, "If everyone abandons you, maybe you just haven't asked the right people to help." If you want to kill me for this, we might find out how 'alone' I am.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Still reclining, indifferent to the petty argument taking place, Shealtiel announces to no one in particular, "He's dead," in a tone that would suggest contrived apathy if it weren't for his obvious exhaustion. Once more, he closes his eyes.

[CupcakeDolly]

Rue faintly heard the old man's words, but continued smiling at the psychic woman and her bold threats. The outcome of the battle mattered little to her, as she would not be around much longer to experience the consequences.

"Ah, but you have just brilliantly proven my point. Humans are so underhanded and devious, are they not? Truly they are made in the image of their creator." She spat the words bitterly and turned from the girl, no longer showing any signs of anger, only a smug resignation. It was obvious that she had expected nothing different from the other psychic. She gathered herself and strode toward the exit.

"Do what you wish. I am finished with this nonsense."

[Serra Britt]

Feenai sank to her knees as Ruebella headed for the door. Tears came to her eyes, and she had no desire to stop them. Numbly, she let go of her connection to the Amorpha Network, and put her shields back in place, not wishing to have anyone in her head but her own.

She asked me what I could do on my own, then calls me devious for doing so. Perhaps she is right and everyone is just horrible. These people seem good to me, even the old man, and even...her... Feenai tired to keep her sobbing as quiet as possible as she felt over and over the feeling of Rue's words, as they cut deep into her heart. Her legs could not hold her up anymore, even though she was already on her knees, and collapsed into a small heap. Do I...trust people far too much..? She continued sobbing silently, and shut her mind to everything.

[Salone]

"You will wait!"

Lev shouted at Rue's back, snapping out of his breakdown from witnessing his free hand. His face was a mixture of hurt and hatred, confusion roiling inside him concerning what he was doing. He laid a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back none too gently. He turned her around, pointing at the jewelry in anger.

"What is that? You call that payment? I am a soldier, not a jeweler. I give you one more chance to employ me."

He took a moment to breathe, lowering his voice as he spoke with the ferocity of a feral animal that had not had a decent meal in a long time.

"You might be able to destroy my body girl, but I've killed many with one hand. Imagine what I can do to you with two."

[CupcakeDolly]

Having had her paranoia quickly return, Rue had kept her guard up, and was prepared for the man stopping her. She matched the ferocity of his words with her gaze, her eyes ablaze.

"Do you believe that threats will convince me to keep you? I have heard the threats of men before, and they mean nothing from such a source. Though you are not even truly that anymore, are you?" She pulled away from his grip with some difficulty and backed away.

"And that jewelry is valuable enough to keep you fed and sheltered for quite some time, if I am not mistaken, so excuse me for not taking the time to pawn the item myself. You should be well enough to do that in your condition, yes?" She moved as if to turn away and continue walking.

[Salone]

Lev removed his knife from one of his many pockets, gripping it firmly in his right hand. He stared at Rue, eyes unblinking as he ran his knife against the skin of his left arm. Blood began to trickle downward, dropping slowly on to the floor. His eyes began to dilate, his voice once again speaking more naturally as his words flowed along with his blood.

"I see this blood. I feel the warmth of it, but I do not feel the pain of it. It would seem that I am flesh made manifest. And yet as this flesh is stricken from my bones time and time again, I do not disperse. There is every chance that I am dead already, that my corpse rots on a rotting cross. But until I see that empty crucifix for myself, I am dead. And you, you are merely a construct, an attempt made to alleviate the sufferings that Hell brings. For if I am dead then you are nothing, and if I really do still breathe, then you have at your disposal a man who has been shoveled in to many graves and left them all. If graveyards are filled with the indispensable, then I fail to see the harm in siding with the one who never seems to stay."

Lev took a moment, taking several breaths. He sighed after a while, his speech returning to what it had been before his tirade.

"I just say, I know you possess intentions. I best chance for achieving."

[Funkduder]

Michael killed the power before pulling the wires. First he charged his gun, and then he stole the wires to replace the burnt ones. Suddenly a message came from the Amorpha network: "Saint Typasius is dead."
"Oh shit," Michael's thought rang through is head so loudly, it might as well been a psychic call to his unconventional allies.
He ran to the door and flung it open. "Anyone who's coming with me, we're out of here! Rephaim's on the loose, and if we don't kick it to high gear, we're next!" Michael paused to look around, using the gun on torch-mode in order to light the area. The Babylonian was ready to leave the room, and the, until recently, gun-handed man was angry enough to chase her down. Altiel seemed to have already gotten the picture, and the others were who knows where.
Looking at the Babylonian a second time, he realized that this was his chance.
"Is he bothering you?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Sitting up at Michael's outburst, Shealtiel is confused at first. Then he realizes what the Artificer is referring to and says, "There's no need for that. Most of the Rephaim's Dybbuk are dead, and all the Emim. And he'll be wounded from the battle. It would be suicide for him to attack Corinth on his own." Pausing to chuckling wryly, he adds, "I wouldn't put so much stock in your fear-mongering Network friends, if I were you."

[CupcakeDolly]

Rue paused, taken aback by the man's sudden calmness. She was about to respond when the artificer began panicking and throwing about wild claims. She eyed him wearily, though she didn't need to be stimulated by fear to be convinced to leave. After the old man spoke up with one of his rare contributions, Rue nodded slowly.

"Yes, and why would a Rephaim bother with you when it has an entire city to ravage?" Rue was careful now to exclude herself from the rest of the group by her choice in words. She went back to staring at Lev, who seemed to have calmed down considerably. After a few moments, she walked back further inside.

"You know very little of Hell, friend." She sat down and stretched, lounging and resting the muscles which, for a short while, she had forgotten were still aching horribly. "And I am afraid that my payment cannot change." She offered him a mischievous smile she usually reserved for other men. "If there is any other form of payment you might accept, however, do feel free to let me know."

[Salone]

"I accept different payments."

Lev left it at that, oblivious to what she had been trying to do. He turned more, surveying the motley group that had gathered in the twist of events that had shoved them together once again. He took in the news of the Saint dying with a small twinge at the back of his head, wishing if he could remember if the one that had died was the same one he had assaulted. Turning back to Rue, he spoke in a lower voice as to try to not be overheard.

"I think it is fair to know what you plan. I wish know what I bury myself in. And I require more munitions. For effectiveness. But whatever you plan, you right in moving soon. The city grows in danger greatly."