[CupcakeDolly]

"If you are planning to eat me, please keep in mind that I will know about it before even you do." Rue tilted her head back, catching tears before they had a chance to spill. "Your 'other' voice is quite loud, as well. I advise keeping it under control." She stood and stalked off, retracing the path they had taken back to the city. It took a few seconds of staring up at the other entrance before she decided that, yes, it was the same place they had left from.

Rue turned to the man and grabbed his hand, taking back the ring she had given to him. "Do as you will. I will be back once I have taken care of a few things, then we will be leaving. I suggest you prepare yourself for a very long journey."

[Salone]

Lev nodded to her, beginning to instantly take stock of everything he might need. He took a brief moment to realize he didn't know where he was going exactly, which might decide on what he might need.

"To assist, I need know where we are going. And what we are doing. And for record, I will not eat you. And I am not sure about this 'voice' you speak of. I do not hear anything."

[CupcakeDolly]

"Your assistance goes as far as keeping me alive. That is all that I will be paying you for, at any rate," Rue informed him curtly as she climbed the ladder. She struggled with the cover when she reached the top. "You need not know where we are going, you need only follow me and do as I say when I say it. Take what you think you may need. With any luck, this will not be the last place we come across where we will easily find supplies." With that said, Rue shoved the heavy metal cover to the side with one final push and quickly disappeared through it, off in an instant to fulfill her errands.

[Salone]

Lev followed shortly afterwards, tailing her silently. He kept his revolver out mostly for display, making sure that his presence was the only one the two of them had to worry about. He began to make a list of the various things he would need, including weapons, food, supplies, and various odds and ends that could come in handy on the road. No one seemed to bother them, and from their looks and Lev's smell, it was easy to see why.

[Espy]

Dante kept down a snarl as the whiff of Dybbuk assaulted him again, but he could see that his target and the maniac had been getting restless. The drinks would have to wait for later. To Do List: Get masks unless we want to die every time that damn sewer is opened.

"Well...Seems like we're heading out. At least I am. I'll be tailing the girl no matter what."

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Watching Dante drop back into the sewers, Shealtiel muses to the rest of their company, "I do believe that man is a clinical psychopath."

Looking over at Michael, he says "It seems they're returning to the city. If you're planning to engage in any of the looting you mentioned so fondly earlier, it might be wise to follow them. I imagine the gates are somewhat heavily defended at the moment. And I'm certain our actions earlier did not go unnoticed. If we do return, it would be best to keep a low profile."

[Funkduder]

"So it seems," Michael said to Altiel. He had already holstered his gun a while ago and only just finished his breakfast when he saw the blind assassin jump down the sewer. "I agree that we should return to the city soon, but I want the rest of them to get a bit ahead first.
"But first of all, what do you plan of me, servant of Sheol? No one with psychic powers had mentioned anything, but it still goes without saying that they, including you, know that I have some sort of relation with Jez'ebel." Michael kept his voice down, returning his normal mental defense back to par. Despite the friendly nature of Feenai and her healer-friend-no. It was because of their friendly nature that Michael wished for them to be as far away from his personal qualms as possible.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Hmm?" Shealtiel is somewhat surprised at the question. "Are you expecting judgment for that? She is a woman, human -- delusional, perhaps, in my own opinion -- but of our kind. Ultimately understandable." He slides a narrow glance toward the young man. "I feel as though I should ask the same of you. It's uncommon not to be brandished a necromancer or warlock after revealing my abilities. After all, I could have as easily raised that horde as dispersed them."

[Serra Britt]

I could go for some drinks right now... Feenai grabbed Jeanne's hand and pulled her along to the sewer entrance. Urg, I'm going to have to drop my shields in order to get the Network guidance to get back to town, since Dante already ran off... At least it will distract my senses so I don't have to smell that AWFUL smell again.

Feenai quickly released her shields and attached her mind to the network so as to keep out any floating voices. She made sure Jeanne was following her as she led them both back to town, hoping to find Dante and get those drinks he suggested.

[Espy]

Dante had been pacing around the Dybbuk area for the past several minutes when he heard footsteps. Hm...that's...what's her name...Feenai, was it. With some relief, he quietly followed the girl and her theurgist friend.

I'm such an idiot! Could've gotten lost.

[Funkduder]

A long and pretty awkward pause erupted between the necromancer and Michael as Feenai and the healer scrambled down the manhole.
"I do believe..." Michael tried to begin but needed to pause to regain his thoughts. The question wasn't unexpected, when he thought about it, but it came by surprise to him anyways. "I believe that power, in whatever manifestation, and in the way you used it was noble." Michael wasn't talking naturally anymore. He was struggling to grasp the right words in order to completely formulate his thoughts. "I plan to repay you, with more than interest, and then I wish to ask you a favor, not now but at a later time."
He could think of a thousand things more to say to the old man, but left it at that because he felt that it was sufficient for the time being.
"Now then Altiel, I think our 'friends' went far enough. Shall we take the gates or the sewer?"
"It seems as though he doesn't think too highly of Jez'ebel. I'm still too accustomed to Babylon," thought Michael.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Studying the young man, Shealtiel gives thought to their situation. Going through the sewers would be an unpleasant experience for Michael. THe Servant of Sheol can ward his own senses from the fetor of the Dybbuk, but he has no ability to share that blessing with others.

"Back through the gates, I should think," he says at length. "I don't anticipate any trouble, and if so... well, I'm sure maverick charisma can see us through." He chuckles and motions toward the warehouse's entrance.

[Funkduder]

"Of course," Michael said, following him to the door. "There should still be some people still alive who saw us, and if not, I recharged the laser anyways." Michael kept a grin on as he said this, despite the growing concern inside of him. He needed to get another shield, before anyone finds out anymore about him without him wanting to.

[Serra Britt]

A familiar thought signature brushed up against Feenai's mind and her lips started tingling. She looked back and saw the faint outline of Dante following her and Jeanne. "Dante? You can walk closer to us, if you like," she said casually, trying hard to not blush. "And I think drinks would be a lovely idea. Perhaps we could find a place to wash off this smell too?" She continued walking and soon reached the spot where they had first entered the sewers. She wasn't sure if Dante knew exactly where the tavern was that they were going to, so she didn't seal off her mind from the network as she climbed out of the sewers. Wow. That's a nice motorcycle.

[Espy]

A shower would be really nice... Dante clambered out of the waterways, gagging. Never...gonna...go there again...MY BIKE! He ran over, nearly tripping, and resisted the urge to hug what had been his only friend for the past couple of years. Whew...no one stole it...or the capsules.

He pulled the motorcycle upright, dusting it off. "Now then, would you ladies like to lead the way?" Why do I have to ask for help again....I wouldn't have to if it hadn't stank so much down there.

[Serra Britt]

"Yes, but let's not go to the same one we were at before..." Feenai pulled up the Network map and led them along the back streets. She felt guilty for hearing Dante's thought but also was amazed at how much he could do even while blind. I wonder what I would do in such a situation? Feenai shook her head and stopped pondering that line of thought.

She reached the tavern and went inside, again gravitating towards a spot not quite near the entrance, but not very far away as well. After sitting she turned to Dante. "I'd like something mild, because I feel like drinking more than one tankard today."