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Alastor shook his hand, but handed back Revan his sword and replied "Sorry, but I've never had an interest in the military lifestyle, even if it's the ADN."

Alastor wrote:Alastor shook his hand, but handed back Revan his sword and replied "Sorry, but I've never had an interest in the military lifestyle, even if it's the ADN."

Revan took the younger man's hand and shook it firmly. Upon his sword being handed back, he took the blade and sheathed it. "I see, well in either case, you've done us a great justice. Without your presence, I'm not sure if we would all still be alive. Regardless, such a deed shouldn't go unrewarded." he says forcing the sheathed blade into the young man's hand. He then pats the man's shoulder and took a few steps away talking with one of the ADN officers before turning to Alastor once again. "So, I take it your experience at the Craft could have been a lot less, [i]hectic[/i. It may have been the heat of battle, or my aging mind, but I believe you wanted answers about me knowing you? I'm not about to walk away like some mysterious figure in a drama, if you want them, I shall provide them, less they are Trust Secrets." he says, facing Alastor with his arms behind his back, standing tall.

Alastor accepted the blade "Yeah, I've got some questions, like how you seem to have a sibling to my sword. But..." Looking over his shoulder, studying the various ADN, and the surprisingly alive Mika helping the wounded "...We should probably get everyone away from this place..." *turns back to Revan* "... I imagine some of your soldier's need patching up, move the surrendered, and so on. Besides, it feels like we've been here for AGES."

Alastor wrote:Alastor accepted the blade "Yeah, I've got some questions, like how you seem to have a sibling to my sword. But..." Looking over his shoulder, studying the various ADN, and the surprisingly alive Mika helping the wounded "...We should probably get everyone away from this place..." *turns back to Revan* "... I imagine some of your soldier's need patching up, move the surrendered, and so on. Besides, it feels like we've been here for AGES."

He nodded. "Indeed. I think I've had my fill of Casinos, considering it was built over top one of the seediest man made islands Tenik Incorporated had ever set up. This place as is, already has bad memories for me..." he says before pulling out a card. "I have a Mansion on Ryunoshi Island. If you like to talk more, you are free to visit. If you are unable to get a hold of me, well you can always call him." he says, handing him Rufus Tenik's business card. "Who knows? He may even be more helpful to answering your questions." he says before he began to walk towards one of the men. "Oh, Alastor, before you go, *turns towards Alastor* have you seen a Squirrel Beast-Kin running around? I believe she is wearing orange and *points to chest* this...particular region is rather bare. Goes by the name of Makoto?"

Bianca who had advanced further into the Casino with Ben in tow between her breasts, she eventually came across the ADN gathered in the main hall, along with the head honcho of the ADN himself. There was a lot of damage around the lobby where they stood, and flames were being snuffed out here and there. "Hey!" She screamed down, before jumping down to their level, landing on her knees with grace. Her breasts swayed heavily, much to Ben's peril likely, and she stood up, brushing herself off. She adjusted Rebellion holstered on her back, and walked between the young punk and the President of the ADN. She seemed to look around, taking in more of the battle damage. She also pushed back a few Neko's who were attracted to the semi hidden Lilliputian Ben amid her cleavage. "Huh, looks like I missed the party..." she then turned her crimson eyes to the captured CKB grunts, which made her frown. "...and the appetizers. Dammit, my guns were hungry for more." she says with a sigh, dodging more Nekos before turning to the President. "Ah, President Uptincross, I should have known you'd be the reason for this demonic activity. Well it'll be 50 grand for my services, I take Gilex Bills F.Y.I.. If you're confused, I just finished repelling a demon attack from above so I just saved all your asses. Also, I need medical supplies, namely anything that can dispel the 'minimization' hex." she says, again pushing aside other Neko's who were attempting to grab the small teen between her boobs.

Revan Uptincross wrote:

Alastor wrote:Alastor accepted the blade "Yeah, I've got some questions, like how you seem to have a sibling to my sword. But..." Looking over his shoulder, studying the various ADN, and the surprisingly alive Mika helping the wounded "...We should probably get everyone away from this place..." *turns back to Revan* "... I imagine some of your soldier's need patching up, move the surrendered, and so on. Besides, it feels like we've been here for AGES."

He nodded. "Indeed. I think I've had my fill of Casinos, considering it was built over top one of the seediest man made islands Tenik Incorporated had ever set up. This place as is, already has bad memories for me..." he says before pulling out a card. "I have a Mansion on Ryunoshi Island. If you like to talk more, you are free to visit. If you are unable to get a hold of me, well you can always call him." he says, handing him Rufus Tenik's business card. "Who knows? He may even be more helpful to answering your questions." he says before he began to walk towards one of the men. "Oh, Alastor, before you go, *turns towards Alastor* have you seen a Squirrel Beast-Kin running around? I believe she is wearing orange and *points to chest* this...particular region is rather bare. Goes by the name of Makoto?"

Revan turned briskly as he was interrupted in his conversation with Alastor by the blue haired Nekomimi. Interestingly enough, the new comer had the same level of fashion sense that Makoto, his subordinate bodyguard, had.

Bianca wrote:Bianca who had advanced further into the Casino with Ben in tow between her breasts, she eventually came across the ADN gathered in the main hall, along with the head honcho of the ADN himself. There was a lot of damage around the lobby where they stood, and flames were being snuffed out here and there. "Hey!" She screamed down, before jumping down to their level, landing on her knees with grace. Her breasts swayed heavily, much to Ben's peril likely, and she stood up, brushing herself off. She adjusted Rebellion holstered on her back, and walked between the young punk and the President of the ADN. She seemed to look around, taking in more of the battle damage. She also pushed back a few Neko's who were attracted to the semi hidden Lilliputian Ben amid her cleavage. "Huh, looks like I missed the party..." she then turned her crimson eyes to the captured CKB grunts, which made her frown. "...and the appetizers. Dammit, my guns were hungry for more." she says with a sigh, dodging more Nekos before turning to the President. "Ah, President Uptincross, I should have known you'd be the reason for this demonic activity. Well it'll be 50 grand for my services, I take Gilex Bills F.Y.I.. If you're confused, I just finished repelling a demon attack from above so I just saved all your asses. Also, I need medical supplies, namely anything that can dispel the 'minimization' hex." she says, again pushing aside other Neko's who were attempting to grab the small teen between her boobs.

Revan narrowed his eyes at the woman while she spoke, swearing he had seen her before. By the time she spoke up about being paid, he began to recall her name. "Fifty thousand and some meds, hmm? How about a pair of handcuffs and a cell instead? If I recall Ms. Bianca, you are a wanted felon in at least three colonies throughout Gailden." He says in deep, galvanized tone, but in a negative light rather than a positive one. "Murdering several ADN officers, poaching and don't get me started on your file of larceny and theft." he adds, looking sternly at her before turning to Alastor with an apologetic look on his face. "Forgive me Alastor, seems like people can't have a decent conversation these days without someone butting in with a sense of entitlement." he explains with a sigh.

Alastor had mostly tuned out during Bianca's ranting and Revan's lecturing Hmm, what should I make for dinner tonight? What do I feel like? That tenderloin sounds nice, but Too much meat for one person, and the rest would go bad after prep. Chicken Parmesan maybe, but low on ingredients. Maybe do breakfast for dinner and make sausage gravy with biscuits? Just need to pick up a few things on the way home, ok, I'll do that. He came back out from his head right before Revan's apologies. "Oh, it's ok, I can understand. Oh, that's right, Irvine and I met a Makoto a short while ago, he's probably with her still, so I'll go check in on them, and send her your way." Alastor pulled out a card and handed it to Revan. Here, use this to contact me if something comes up, my business card." Alastor turns around and walks towards the previous hallway.

Alastor wrote:"Oh, it's ok, I can understand. Oh, that's right, Irvine and I met a Makoto a short while ago, he's probably with her still, so I'll go check in on them, and send her your way." Alastor pulled out a card and handed it to Revan. Here, use this to contact me if something comes up, my business card." Alastor turns around and walks towards the previous hallway.

Revan took the card in hand with a grin, nodding to him. "Much appreciated Devil Hunter! I shall keep in touch!" He shouted. I'm surprised that boy is related to the Vice President... he thought, chuckling to himself before resuming his duties. It would be nice to get off this rock, and travel to Breland after this fiasco.

Irvine finally arrived on scene, a look of bewilderment upon his face in response to the wreckage and destruction. "Damn, Alastor you didn't use one of my bombs, did you?" he said to himself, though he knew he didn't. If that was the case, the entire Silver Craft would be under the Blackmoth Ocean...

He noticed Alastor approaching as he got to the base of the stairway and smiled, hugging the beast kin girl tight against his chest as she lay in his arms snugly. "Hey! Seems like you handled the situation. Nice new sword too." he says nodding to the blade Al had in his hand.

Irvine wrote:Irvine finally arrived on scene, a look of bewilderment upon his face in response to the wreckage and destruction. "Damn, Alastor you didn't use one of my bombs, did you?" he said to himself, though he knew he didn't. If that was the case, the entire Silver Craft would be under the Blackmoth Ocean...

He noticed Alastor approaching as he got to the base of the stairway and smiled, hugging the beast kin girl tight against his chest as she lay in his arms snugly. "Hey! Seems like you handled the situation. Nice new sword too." he says nodding to the blade Al had in his hand.

Makoto yawned, waking up in Irvines arms. She blinked up at him and smiled, swishing her large bushy tail about. "Oh hai thar." she said in a cute tone to Irvine, raising her face to his and kissed his cheek in front of Alastor. When she realized this, she blushed deeply and quickly removed herself from Irvine standing by his side. "Oh-ahem, welcome back Alastor! Looks like you got the Craft under control since there are no gun shots! Mr. Irvine here and myself have decided to establish a professional and lasting relationship~" she said in a more official manner... then her tail seemed to curl around Irvine and tugged him closer.

"Ah, is that so, Makoto? Well you definitely seem happy with your new 'business venture'" Alastor replied, playing along, then turned to Irvine and said "Irvine, if I used one of YOUR bombs, this room wouldn't BE here. Or this tower. Or the entire structure. Or part of the sea floor. In fact we'd probably reach geosynchronous orbit with one of your custom jobs." Alastor replied to his friend, and brought up the sword closer to eye level. "Yeah, pretty nice sword, you probably won't believe who gave it to me."

Alastor wrote:"Ah, is that so, Makoto? Well you definitely seem happy with your new 'business venture'" Alastor replied, playing along, then turned to Irvine and said "Irvine, if I used one of YOUR bombs, this room wouldn't BE here. Or this tower.  Or the entire structure. Or part of the sea floor. In fact we'd probably reach geosynchronous orbit with one of your custom jobs." Alastor replied to his friend, and brought up the sword closer to eye level. "Yeah, pretty nice sword, you probably won't believe who gave it to me."

Irvine laughed a little, blushing. He took a closer look at the blade. "Wait, did your Uncle make this blade? It seems like a stripped down version of your Nocturne..." he says, examining the blade closely.

"No, but I've got a hunch. Take a good look at the guards, there's some initials engraved." Alastor said, handing him the blade. "As for who gave it to me, Revan Uptincross." He nodded his head back, gesturing to Revan.

Alastor wrote:"No, but I've got a hunch. Take a good look at the guards, there's some initials engraved." Alastor said, handing him the blade. "As for who gave it to me, Revan Uptincross." He nodded his head back, gesturing to Revan.

Irvine looked over then back to the blade. "Revan Uptincross huh..."

He then looked back at Alastor with wide eyes. "Wh-whaaaat?!" he exclaimed gripping the blade tightly making it rattle. "The m-most powerful man in alll of Galiavan, handed you his personal weapon..." he looked back to Revan and then Alastor. "Holy crap...." He then tossed the blade back to Alastor. "Cool, lets get the hell out of here. I'm pretty sure I'm fired working here anyway. If not, I quit." he says in a dead pan, almost Alastor fashion.

Revan turned to see the group amassed by the stairwell. He walked up to them and grinned. "Ah, there you are Mokoto. I want you to see these gentlemen off from the premises. Perhaps take a few days off. We'll regroup in Breland City when you are ready to return. You are dismissed." With that he waved them farewell, and walked back to the ADN Captain.

At that note, Alastor literally picked up his two companions, said "OknicemeetingyoumrUptincrosscomeonyoutwoletsgo!" And ran rather quickly out of the room with them underarms.

Revan Uptincross wrote:

Revan Uptincross wrote:

Alastor wrote:Alastor accepted the blade "Yeah, I've got some questions, like how you seem to have a sibling to my sword. But..." Looking over his shoulder, studying the various ADN, and the surprisingly alive Mika helping the wounded "...We should probably get everyone away from this place..." *turns back to Revan* "... I imagine some of your soldier's need patching up, move the surrendered, and so on. Besides, it feels like we've been here for AGES."

He nodded. "Indeed. I think I've had my fill of Casinos, considering it was built over top one of the seediest man made islands Tenik Incorporated had ever set up. This place as is, already has bad memories for me..." he says before pulling out a card. "I have a Mansion on Ryunoshi Island. If you like to talk more, you are free to visit. If you are unable to get a hold of me, well you can always call him." he says, handing him Rufus Tenik's business card. "Who knows? He may even be more helpful to answering your questions." he says before he began to walk towards one of the men. "Oh, Alastor, before you go, *turns towards Alastor* have you seen a Squirrel Beast-Kin running around? I believe she is wearing orange and *points to chest* this...particular region is rather bare. Goes by the name of Makoto?"

Revan turned briskly as he was interrupted in his conversation with Alastor by the blue haired Nekomimi. Interestingly enough, the new comer had the same level of fashion sense that Makoto, his subordinate bodyguard, had.

Bianca wrote:Bianca who had advanced further into the Casino with Ben in tow between her breasts, she eventually came across the ADN gathered in the main hall, along with the head honcho of the ADN himself. There was a lot of damage around the lobby where they stood, and flames were being snuffed out here and there. "Hey!" She screamed down, before jumping down to their level, landing on her knees with grace. Her breasts swayed heavily, much to Ben's peril likely, and she stood up, brushing herself off. She adjusted Rebellion holstered on her back, and walked between the young punk and the President of the ADN. She seemed to look around, taking in more of the battle damage. She also pushed back a few Neko's who were attracted to the semi hidden Lilliputian Ben amid her cleavage. "Huh, looks like I missed the party..." she then turned her crimson eyes to the captured CKB grunts, which made her frown. "...and the appetizers. Dammit, my guns were hungry for more." she says with a sigh, dodging more Nekos before turning to the President. "Ah, President Uptincross, I should have known you'd be the reason for this demonic activity. Well it'll be 50 grand for my services, I take Gilex Bills F.Y.I.. If you're confused, I just finished repelling a demon attack from above so I just saved all your asses. Also, I need medical supplies, namely anything that can dispel the 'minimization' hex." she says, again pushing aside other Neko's who were attempting to grab the small teen between her boobs.

Revan narrowed his eyes at the woman while she spoke, swearing he had seen her before. By the time she spoke up about being paid, he began to recall her name. "Fifty thousand and some meds, hmm? How about a pair of handcuffs and a cell instead? If I recall Ms. Bianca, you are a wanted felon in at least three colonies throughout Gailden." He says in deep, galvanized tone, but in a negative light rather than a positive one. "Murdering several ADN officers, poaching and don't get me started on your file of larceny and theft." he adds, looking sternly at her before turning to Alastor with an apologetic look on his face. "Forgive me Alastor, seems like people can't have a decent conversation these days without someone butting in with a sense of entitlement." he explains with a sigh.

"Hey now, this isn't a part of the ADN jurisdiction so I'm protected from persecution," she started. "Secondly, you have no valid proof of me killing anyone, less they were a demon or otherwise up to no good." she says this as the other man, addressed as Alastor, began walking away. The large blade on her black rattled constantly as he walked past her, but then silenced once he was well away. She raised a brow to that, but shrugged it off with a sigh, turning to the President again. "Look, Prez. If you're not going to pay me for doing you a proper service which CAN be proven by security camera, can you at least have someone heal Ben?" She asked, and to further address the situation, pulled the liliputian man from her bulbous cleave. "He... got minimized...and hexed to smell like Neko-chow, so I'd like to hurry up and get him bigger before I have to beat these gals off with a stick-" she says, with irritated eyes as several ADN nekomimi's were trying to grab at Ben, push Bianca away and chomp at him; each time Bianca either manoeuvred her hand or tossed the little guy between her hands. When a fourth Neko approached however in front of her, Bianca turned to some dire tactics, looking nervous as she did so. "Sorry Ben, ahhhh~" she then tossed the little man back, her mouth wide and as soon as his body entered closed her mouth and slurped up his legs. Her cheeks bulged up and the Neko's around her sighed disappointedly. Bianca... immune to the effects so far by pure restraint alone, now endured the near impossible task of not swallowing Ben whole. Not...showing that demon, any ground... I can... resist this! she thought, her face showing irritation as she struggled to not swallow him, yet barred him from the others trying to devour him too.

Pushing through the crowd of ADN troops, a slender yet voluminously equipped woman approached the ADN President, slightly timid. "Mr. President, President Uptincross, Sir...":



The woman appeared to be dressed like many of the other patrons of the ill-fated Silver Craft, but unlike them, seemed to have been untouched by the CKB invaders. "A word with you, if I may," she started, slowly, her large amber eyes drifting from the crowd of Neko ADN officers to him. "It's about Ms. Flynn... I... I couldn't save her. She was taken away by the CKB when they arrived, and I haven't been able to find her or any of her security team!" she says before blushing crimson. "Oh, uh, forgive me," she paused again, raising her hand. "Vivienne Craft, my father, Horace Craft was the lead architect behind the infrastructure, and why it bears our namesake. I'm Miss Flynn's personal secretary..." she says with a slight hint of envy mixed with her solemn tone.

Bianca wrote:
"Hey now, this isn't a part of the ADN jurisdiction so I'm protected from persecution," she started. "Secondly, you have no valid proof of me killing anyone, less they were a demon or otherwise up to no good." she says this as the other man, addressed as Alastor, began walking away. The large blade on her black rattled constantly as he walked past her, but then silenced once he was well away. She raised a brow to that, but shrugged it off with a sigh, turning to the President again. "Look, Prez. If you're not going to pay me for doing you a proper service which CAN be proven by security camera, can you at least have someone heal Ben?" She asked, and to further address the situation, pulled the liliputian man from her bulbous cleave. "He... got minimized...and hexed to smell like Neko-chow, so I'd like to hurry up and get him bigger before I have to beat these gals off with a stick-" she says, with irritated eyes as several ADN nekomimi's were trying to grab at Ben, push Bianca away and chomp at him; each time Bianca either manoeuvred her hand or tossed the little guy between her hands. When a fourth Neko approached however in front of her, Bianca turned to some dire tactics, looking nervous as she did so. "Sorry Ben, ahhhh~" she then tossed the little man back, her mouth wide and as soon as his body entered closed her mouth and slurped up his legs. Her cheeks bulged up and the Neko's around her sighed disappointedly. Bianca... immune to the effects so far by pure restraint alone, now endured the near impossible task of not swallowing Ben whole. Not...showing that demon, any ground... I can... resist this! she thought, her face showing irritation as she struggled to not swallow him, yet barred him from the others trying to devour him too.

Revan, closed his eyes, sighing heavily at the scene. "Soldiers!" He exclaimed, grabbing the attention of the troops. "Split up and check the other zones for other survivors!" he ordered, forcing them away. He then turned to a human ADN soldier and pointed her in Bianca's direction. "Have a medic look at the boy she has in... her custody. And then see to their wounds." he says before looking at Bianca sternly, then proceeded to walk away.

Vivienne Craft wrote:Pushing through the crowd of ADN troops, a slender yet voluminously equipped woman approached the ADN President, slightly timid. "Mr. President, President Uptincross, Sir...":



The woman appeared to be dressed like many of the other patrons of the ill-fated Silver Craft, but unlike them, seemed to have been untouched by the CKB invaders. "A word with you, if I may," she started, slowly, her large amber eyes drifting from the crowd of Neko ADN officers to him. "It's about Ms. Flynn... I... I couldn't save her. She was taken away by the CKB when they arrived, and I haven't been able to find her or any of her security team!" she says before blushing crimson. "Oh, uh, forgive me," she paused again, raising her hand. "Vivienne Craft, my father, Horace Craft was the lead architect behind the infrastructure, and why it bears our namesake. I'm Miss Flynn's personal secretary..." she says with a slight hint of envy mixed with her solemn tone.

Revan turned to the timid woman, raising a brow. "Yes, I know you... you're Horace's girl. You are almost the mirror image of your mother my dear." he says with a softer, polite demeanor. He shrugged, shaking his head. "No, I have not seen hide nor hair of Miss Flynn. Though... since they likely pulled her away to find me, I can't expect a decent turnout. I'll have my men look into it, can you describe the soldiers that took her away, Miss Craft?" he asked.

Revan Uptincross wrote:
Revan turned to the timid woman, raising a brow. "Yes, I know you... you're Horace's girl. You are almost the mirror image of your mother my dear." he says with a softer, polite demeanor. He shrugged, shaking his head. "No, I have not seen hide nor hair of Miss Flynn. Though... since they likely pulled her away to find me, I can't expect a decent turnout. I'll have my men look into it, can you describe the soldiers that took her away, Miss Craft?" he asked.

She frowned, but nodded. "Very well sir..." she then blinked. "It was actually a woman, with side tails and very unusual eyes, like each eye had a different color with another color inside them, it's a bit hard to describe... and a tall blonde man with a white coat." she says, before bowing her head. "I...didn't get a very good look at their faces though... she did look like she was seventeen?"

Revan's jaw slacked. "Huh... you don't say?" he says, knowing all too well who she referred to. Ling-Ling... so you did survive the Breland invasion after all. It can't be a copy cat, there is no mistake... He thought, before turning to a few of his men. "Goldez. See to it Miss Craft is taken care of." he says, turning to the woman. "Forgive me my dear, but I must make my leave. However, I shall personally look into this matter for you. You have my word we will get to the bottom of this." he says, patting her shoulder affectionately. He walks away, and with his back turned away from her, he frowns. Miss Flynn is undoubted dead. Ling-Ling isn't the kind to take prisoners the normal way. He sighed, hands behind his back. He makes his way through the Craft, and prepares for a departure.

Revan Uptincross wrote:

Bianca wrote:
"Hey now, this isn't a part of the ADN jurisdiction so I'm protected from persecution," she started. "Secondly, you have no valid proof of me killing anyone, less they were a demon or otherwise up to no good." she says this as the other man, addressed as Alastor, began walking away. The large blade on her black rattled constantly as he walked past her, but then silenced once he was well away. She raised a brow to that, but shrugged it off with a sigh, turning to the President again. "Look, Prez. If you're not going to pay me for doing you a proper service which CAN be proven by security camera, can you at least have someone heal Ben?" She asked, and to further address the situation, pulled the liliputian man from her bulbous cleave. "He... got minimized...and hexed to smell like Neko-chow, so I'd like to hurry up and get him bigger before I have to beat these gals off with a stick-" she says, with irritated eyes as several ADN nekomimi's were trying to grab at Ben, push Bianca away and chomp at him; each time Bianca either manoeuvred her hand or tossed the little guy between her hands. When a fourth Neko approached however in front of her, Bianca turned to some dire tactics, looking nervous as she did so. "Sorry Ben, ahhhh~" she then tossed the little man back, her mouth wide and as soon as his body entered closed her mouth and slurped up his legs. Her cheeks bulged up and the Neko's around her sighed disappointedly. Bianca... immune to the effects so far by pure restraint alone, now endured the near impossible task of not swallowing Ben whole. Not...showing that demon, any ground... I can... resist this! she thought, her face showing irritation as she struggled to not swallow him, yet barred him from the others trying to devour him too.

Revan, closed his eyes, sighing heavily at the scene. "Soldiers!" He exclaimed, grabbing the attention of the troops. "Split up and check the other zones for other survivors!" he ordered, forcing them away. He then turned to a human ADN soldier and pointed her in Bianca's direction. "Have a medic look at the boy she has in... her custody. And then see to their wounds." he says before looking at Bianca sternly, then proceeded to walk away.

Vivienne Craft wrote:Pushing through the crowd of ADN troops, a slender yet voluminously equipped woman approached the ADN President, slightly timid. "Mr. President, President Uptincross, Sir...":



The woman appeared to be dressed like many of the other patrons of the ill-fated Silver Craft, but unlike them, seemed to have been untouched by the CKB invaders. "A word with you, if I may," she started, slowly, her large amber eyes drifting from the crowd of Neko ADN officers to him. "It's about Ms. Flynn... I... I couldn't save her. She was taken away by the CKB when they arrived, and I haven't been able to find her or any of her security team!" she says before blushing crimson. "Oh, uh, forgive me," she paused again, raising her hand. "Vivienne Craft, my father, Horace Craft was the lead architect behind the infrastructure, and why it bears our namesake. I'm Miss Flynn's personal secretary..." she says with a slight hint of envy mixed with her solemn tone.

Revan turned to the timid woman, raising a brow. "Yes, I know you... you're Horace's girl. You are almost the mirror image of your mother my dear." he says with a softer, polite demeanor. He shrugged, shaking his head. "No, I have not seen hide nor hair of Miss Flynn. Though... since they likely pulled her away to find me, I can't expect a decent turnout. I'll have my men look into it, can you describe the soldiers that took her away, Miss Craft?" he asked.

Bianca was glad for the moment of reprieve and kept poor Ben in her mouth for extra safety as she was escorted to see the medics. Sorry kid, but better my mouth than one of the other Neko's. Though... I hate to admit it, you DO taste rather... ugh best not think of it... She blushed, her eyes closed tight and tried her best not to swallow the poor kid whole!

Once everyone left the room, Mina comes back into the room, ready to meet with Alastor and the others- to then see she was alone again. "Alastor?" she blinked, looking around. "I feel as though I was forgotten about..." she says in a deadpan manner, sighing, closing her eyes. She would have to strike it out again on her own but now on a different island... one made of concrete and steel as opposed to the native white sands, jungles and riverlands of her home, Izula.

The tanned woman shrugs, and begins to roam the facility as she had no intention of taking a ship off this place; she'd go by air alone, or at least with someone she could trust.