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She gives a short nod off in Nicolos' direction before continuing on south towards Galen and Brinda's position. She's honestly a little happy she decided to leave when she did, seeing the kind of situation Brinda missing her spell had put them in--but regardless, they were a team now and that meant she'd do what she could to help them out. "Galen, duck." Owena to M10, throw a hatchet at Myrmidude C.

She simply nods a little bit and advances forward, making a point to ignore Crimson being a pouty little baby about Virtuous, whatever his beef with them is. She doesn't really care right now what that beef is--what she wants right now is to get in there, give the warden a piece of her mind, and get out to the more important task at hand. "Last line of defense, huh? Good; I'm not anywhere near satisfied yet." Reiko to D16

She takes a deep, slow breath as Hinabe manages to finish off the shaman for her--this time it's not so egregious, as at least she got to shed his blood. Still, though...that doesn't stop her from, once her deep breath is over, raising her foot and bringing it down swiftly and sharply onto the shaman's corpse. You know, once or twice. And then spitting on it afterwards. She's not going to take out too much of her anger on his body, though--not when the warden is just around the corner. "Bastard. I don't know what comes after this, but for you I hope it's painful." Her attention shortly turns to someone riding up to them and dropping off a woman with them. He has her attention (and her apprehension), but the moment he begins to speak she realizes...by the Horse, this man is an absolute dork. He didn't seem too irritating right now, mind, but he's a dork nonetheless. She'd never heard of Virtuous before being thrown in prison, but from what she heard, any adversary of the bastards who did this to her was at least an ally in her book...well, until they proved themselves otherwise. She just needed a moment to translate what he was saying from dork-ese, that's all. "...You're...saying you want us to kill the warden, right? You didn't have to tell me to do that. I have four months of grievances that I want him to feel very fucking intimately." She glances back for a moment at Simeon before looking back at the strange horse-man. Right...he doesn't have much business taking on the warden. She should make sure he's taken care of. "My...ally, though...the burly man in the bandana wielding an axe. His name is Simeon. His back isn't well and I don't know if it'd be a good idea for him to take on the rest of the prison. Would you, or one of your buddies, or whoever help him get out of the prison safely? Maybe keep watch until we get back out?"

As she gazes upon these cursed, shambling forward in their mindless agression, she feels more of a sense of pity than revulsion (though it's not as if the decaying skin and all isn't a bit disgusting). This...what a sad, sorry state of affairs that any human should have to live like this. She only hopes that these poor, shambling souls won't have to suffer very long...one way or the other. It's rather enough to make her question why people should continue practicing dark magic--or at the very least, why those not searching for a cure or already cursed through other means should do it, if this is the end result. Then again, that much is probably a question for later, and a question that probably should be...carefully phrased, so as to avoid coming off like the sneering anti-cursed sentiment she saw so often in her homelands. In the vast majority of cases cursed were victims just the same as her own people, just....bah. Again, she'll take the time to parse her thoughts and ask sensitive, respectful questions when her life's not on the line. Glancing over, she notices Galen and Brinda are...well, they seem like they've got a bit of a fight ahead of them. A fight Owena isn't necessarily sure they can win. She hesitates to leave Nicolos, but...well, if Arissell, Juliett and Vivianne stay where they are then he should be fine, yes? "All due respect, Nicolos, but Galen and Brinda look like they need my help right now more than you do. Unless you have objections...?" Owena to M8, wait nicely. Nicolos to J8, finish off the Shaman, Press the Attack on Owena.

Well, the meeting...certainly hadn't gone anything like she'd expected it to. It's not like it was the most horrible unexpected surprise you could have, though, so....she supposes it's fine. She'll leave them to decide if they're coming or not--she has some last-minute training to get in. When the morning comes and the meeting time arrives, she's there a little early--the opposite of her usual timing. But, then again, this was kind of a special case. She does rankle a bit when he mentions that the person joining them is to be one of that old fart Merlin's former apprentices, but...if she has truly defected then she'd be invaluable to the cause. And if Nicolos so readily trusts her then she supposes she should probably put her misgivings aside for now. For now. And yet, she manages to be late. ...Given her own less-than-stellar habits on punctuality, she supposes she has little right to complain on that front. But as the swarm of feral cursed comes up over the horizon, she still can't help but think that it's a flaw she really wishes 'Vivi' didn't have. She's toying with her axe, preparing herself physically and mentally for the task ahead when Vivi finally emerges from the forest. ...Huh. She's actually kind of cute. There's no time for that, though. There are more important issues on the horizon, bearing down on them with all manner of weaponry. With one hand, she pulls up her hood and glances backwards. "Somebody, come with me to block off that bridge to the west. Take the trees for cover, I'll see if I can't get the spearman's attention." A short sigh escapes from her lips soon afterwards. This...still isn't exactly the most pleasant job in the world. But the people coming at her right now don't look to be in a mood to negotiate. Owena to J8, throw an axe at Soldier A. Nicolos to J7 and hold his position.

Getting slapped by magic has a way of clearing one's head a little, of blowing away the cloud of anger hanging around one's head and causing...perhaps, less than stellar decision making. Maybe it's the impact, and maybe it's the fact that it fucking hurts like a bitch. Nonetheless, though--the Shaman has her attention now. ...Oh, it's not like she's not pissed beyond belief anymore. It's just more of a focused rage now rather than a blind one. "...Is that all?" She asks, trying to make like she didn't just get almost obliterated by that shit. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're the only guard in this place with some balls. Now I have something to vent on. But you're going to have to try a little harder than that." "Okay. My turn." Advance to H16 and try to bop the fuck outta this Shaman.

"What the fuck are you idiots doing? You're guards, aren't you?! I'm an escapee! Fight me! FIGHT ME, YOU DAMNED COWARDS!" They just fucking ignored her, like she's nothing. And now they're all dead, and she didn't even get to kill any of them. This all feels like a fucking cruel joke, it feels like if the Horse exists then it's fucking laughing at her. All of the anger she's been holding in all these months is finally bubbling to the surface, finally boiling over and erupting, and even if she walks up to them they'll just ignore her. It's pissing her right the fuck off, even more than she's already pissed. She marches right the fuck on out as far as movement will allow her for this turn, absolutely fuming, any sense of caution being thrown straight into the wind. She doesn't even notice that another group of people has entered the prison, barely hears what anyone's saying through the ever-building cloud of rage--though, she hears Simeon mention a warden. Is that who fate, or the Horse, or blind chance or whoever the fuck is running things will let her exact her revenge on? If so, so fucking be it--she'll march up to his ass right now. "COME ON! You were all so fucking tough on the other side of a set of bars all this time! What's the matter?! Come and face me! Face your deaths with honor, you little shitweasels! I didn't spend all these months in prison for you all to die on someone else's blade!" Reiko to H15. H15 to my knowledge does not, unfortunately, contain anger management courses.

...Right. Well, if he's sure he wants to do this then she supposes it's his call, after all. It's not as if they're overstocked on manpower in the first place, anyway--that much Ari is unfortunately right about. And, as long as Nicolos has given the okay on them being in on this meeting and this little squad he's trying to put together, then...well, honestly that was more or less the main problem she had with them. Ari, at the least, still seems like he's going to be irritating, but whoever the Cursed woman is, the Absurdian Spider or whatever, seems...well, eccentric. But she'll probably be fine. She lets out a small sigh and closes her eyes, trying to relax herself. Her sister did say she was too serious sometimes, after all. By the time her eyes open she seems a bit more...mellow. "...So, I guess we're working together, then. Fair enough. Did you two crash the meeting in time to hear what we're actually doing, or do you need a refresher?"

This whole time her part in the ensuing debacle has just been to begin rubbing at her temple, the intensity at which she does so steadily increasing as time goes on. What a wreck. What a fucking wreck. She would think a noble house would have....any security, but evidently a clown can just come and go as he pleases in this house. She wishes she had more to contribute to this, but...what can you contribute to a situation like this? "...I'm sorry, I must have missed the part of the invitation that mentioned this was gonna be during a fucking open house night. Do you just not know where a recruiter is? Or is there something about you that means you don't have to talk to one like everybody else? You want to lend your hand to the cause, make sure another fucking Pendragon doesn't get to keep fucking the country over for the nobility's profit? Good. All for it. Get in line."

She grits her teeth and stays silent for a few moments as Nicolos explains the reality of the situation to her. ...Unfortunate. But if there truly is no other way. "...I think I understand. I don't particularly like it, but as long as that's how it has to be..." ....It seems the half-fae isn't going to be ignored. Lovely. He's persistent, at the very least. With a small sigh of annoyance, she turns her attention to him briefly. "Look. I understand wanting to do your part. That's why we're all here. But I'm sure there are other ways of applying to join up that won't get on the recruiter's nerves. You barge into the house of a man with a target painted on his head by the wealthy and powerful chucking fire about without giving so much as your name and expect a hero's welcome? If you'd really thought this through for a damned moment you would have at least changed your approach."

Owena has to admit...it's a very refreshing change to be residing here for the time being. Yes, there's still the occasional racist shithead roaming around, but the fact that it's only occasional rather than the norm, rather than an expected occurrence and a fact of life...even that much is rather like a breath of fresh air to her. Given her normal standard of interaction with humanity, she'd honestly been surprised in the initial weeks to find she didn't have to wear the hood nearly as often as she thought she would. Of course, given that she'd already pledged her services to the insurgent would-be king, she didn't have very high hopes that it would all be peaceful for very long...and her suspicions were, if not confirmed, greatly heightened as she received summons from the House of Moss--or, to be more precise, Nicolos himself. Still...she had offered her services for the very purpose of helping to end the war faster, had she not? So it's only natural that she'd make her way there. She takes a seat as she enters, leaning back in her chair and gazing unblinkingly right back at him as he sizes her up. It doesn't bother her much--she's been sized up before, and for much more unsavory intent at that, so this much is nothing. She nods a little as he talks about his recruitment process, 'cream of the crop' or whatever--charmed, she's sure. She's not surprised when there's a catch, though--she's sure that Nicolos doesn't mean it in that way, given that this little test is being imposed on every member of the team alike, but the fact remains that for her people there's always been a catch. And the prospect of 'taking care of' a group of feral cursed does raise an eyebrow--she's heard about the condition, to be sure, and she's heard what the assholes of the Winelands have to say about them, but she's not exactly a learned scholar on the subject of the cursed. "...Right. Indulge me, please, I'll be the first to admit there's much I don't know about the Cursed as there aren't many where I come from--if the Curse has progressed into a 'feral' state, is there really no way to help them beyond...this, anymore?" She'd like to ignore the half-fae barging in and giving everyone an impromptu slam poetry session--she really would. It's Nicolos' call in the first place and it wouldn't bother her much if this weren't an important meeting. But she still cant help a twinge of annoyance finding its way into her expression...good grief.

Sizing up their current makeup, Reiko decides...she's likely going to need to pick a moment for this current crowd as well. Turns out evasion is good sometimes. "...." ...Fuck that. Anger and frustration, steadily building up over the course of the last mob of guards, starts clouding her mind--all she wants is to take bloody revenge. She doesn't think that's all that unreasonable. Like hell is she going to let her sole opportunity for vengeance against her tormentors slip away because she's scared she'll get a fucking boo-boo. She fucking marches on in there, absolutely ready to kill. "Come, and face your judgement, scum." Move to L15 and hold. Leaf on the Wind sounds really cool to have at this time.

"The Pendragons have never given a shit about us Dragonborn. I don't know if Nicolos has a right to the throne because a shield puked a sword at him but at least he'll do something fucking different."

"....Tch. Held myself back too long." She'll try not to make that mistake again the next time some guards come along. She hasn't been dreaming of revenge for this long to let the opportunity pass without bloodying her blade. Move to O14.

...Tch. And she didn't even get her licks in. Dead is dead, though, she supposes...even if this way doesn't have the same kind of satisfaction she wants. Nothing to do for now but advance forward...and deliver a swift kick to the corpse of a Fighter while she's here. Might as well get whatever catharsis she can. Reiko to O-10.

It's irritating having to hang back a little and bide her time until it's a good time to strike--her sword hand is itching to spill the blood of her oppressors and the rage that's been boiling inside her all these months isn't getting any cooler. Still, though...it would be a rather ill-fitting end to die here in an escape attempt. Shuffle Reiko back to N7 once Hinabe moves again. one of these days, man

You know, Crimson is being kind of a dick about it as usual, but at the same time she does agree it was a little naive of Hinabe to think they'd do anything else besides laugh at him. She's spent six months in the custody of men like these, and she knows death is all they deserve. For the moment, though, she's going to N8. man when i can safely get at you guard assholes without getting bopped by 3 of your buddies, oh boy, watch out,

"Speak for yourself. Through their many abuses in this shithole their lives were forfeit long ago; they've just solidified it by insisting on standing in my way." "Besides...you know who they are. If they didn't participate, they were complicit. Do you really think men like these are feeling as merciful as you?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as the 'guard' strolls on in and, more or less, dumps in front of them all the weapons they'd need. A mole, then...that must have been Simeon's 'real deal' then, so to speak. Well, she much preferred this plan to taking anyone on unarmed, so she certainly wasn't going to complain or anything. This....this may well be the opportunity she needs to finally fulfill her duty. To exact her revenge on the bastards who'd wronged her. All she needed to do was break out of a notoriously brutal Perusian prison. And yet, as she strolls over and quickly snatches up the sword, weighing it in her hands, assuming a fighting stance and taking a few practice swings at the air, she feels as though she could take on everyone there. "Not the same as I'm used to...though any blade in my hand again after so long without one is a welcome feeling. And in any case, I'll grow accustomed to it while I cut down every last piece of fucking gutter-slime that held me prisoner here." She turns to Simeon, nodding solemnly at his request. The actions of someone who'd offered help in her hour of need wouldn't be forgotten so easily. "I owe you a debt, Simeon. Ensuring you leave this shithole alive seems the least I could do to begin repaying it." "By the time I'm done with these scum there won't be much left to threaten you, anyways." Move to O-6.

Well, as long as they've gone back to the hypotheticals of it...though, if they don't have something solidly better by the time the guards come back then she's ready to hold him back from doing anything suicidal. "Much the same is true for me. My training was more with mobility than durability in mind...Father explained it as, 'even a boulder may crumble with a persistent enemy, but the leaf blowing on the wind may move freely and without fear.'" "The whole thing is more dependent on things I cannot control than I'd like, to be honest. If the guard wields an axe or a lance, then I am still defenseless...I've never so much as picked one up so I'd more than likely be worthless with it. If more than one comes in at once then with our current support the only reason to attempt such an effort would be if you longed for death. It's....galling."

A...very slight knot forms in her stomach as it dawns on her that she might have just accidentally talked this person into getting himself killed. That much...is something she doesn't want to abide, not on her account. It's not as though at least some of his words don't ring true--she at the least very much does want to get out as soon as possible, and there's no telling if she'll have another opportunity for the rest of her life. But, still...there's no denying that it is highly risky. At the same time, this person...perhaps he is a little different from the average human, or at least the image of an average human she's developed. A bit duller, maybe, but with a strange sense of...the word was, optimism? A dumb optimism that bordered on infectious in its energy. That much in itself didn't properly describe it, but she simply didn't have the words. "...Good grief. Don't get yourself killed on our accounts, you dumbass. I don't want it on my conscience that I pitched a stupid idea and accidentally worked someone up enough to take on a suicide mission. We can put our heads together on a better plan to escape if we can get along long enough to talk, but I won't have anyone throwing themselves onto a guard's pike." Her words are harsh, but her tone seems...softer, somehow.

"Think what you want about my 'attitude'. The fact is, there aren't many in this room who've given me much reason to trust them enough to make friends." She stares at Hinabe like he's grown a second head for a few seconds upon his declaring his intent to go with her plan, before shaking her head. That's...she doesn't understand that. Why is he apparently willing to go with something he thinks won't work just because he thinks she's going to do it hell or high water? "Don't be stupid. You said yourself it wasn't a very good idea. I'll concede that it might not have been well thought out, I just thought that if my idea wasn't good then at least someone would have a better one. Instead what I hear is a group of people more concerned with feeling smarter than someone else than actually coming up with something."

Hrm....well, that tone, even if he didn't mean for it to come off that way...it does feel ever so slightly patronizing. She simply gives a noncommittal, almost dismissive noise before turning her head back towards the wall, a scowl seeming to re-establish itself on her face. "Befriend them...? I'm not sure I'd go that far. If I'm to be disappointed and we just go back to our cells, they likely have enough people thrown in here to make sure no one group stays in contact long enough to actually plot anything over a long period of time. Even given the possibility that a freak magical accident occurs and we escape right this moment, I doubt there'd be that much reason for our paths to continue crossing. I have my duty, Red has whatever petty crimes he wants to get thrown back into prison for, and everyone else...I know not their motivations but whatever they are, they don't seem to lend themselves to traveling with someone they have little care for."

Well, whoever Red is, he's certainly a peach. The actual noted desire to leave is appreciated, but the rest of him leaves....much to be desired. Honestly, with almost every person she meets the desire to never interact with other people again just keeps growing stronger. Simeon, though, seems...reasonable enough. "...If 'Red' is finished letting us all know how above us all he is, maybe Simeon could enlighten us on this 'real deal'? If it involves a means of escape I'm all ears."

"...Tch. The Horse answering anyone's prayers. That's a good joke." If she's learned anything over the past six months of her life, it's that if the Horse did exist then it cared little for mere mortals like them. After a few moments of silence, though, she lets out a sigh. "Reiko Masuda. Six months over a variety of prisons, four months in this one. Some bastards killed my father, stole our heirloom and pinned the murder on me." She's silent for a few more long moments. "...I need to recover it. It's dangerous in the wrong hands, and Father deserves justice. But I can't do that while I'm rotting in here."