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    Truthfully, he’s afraid of touching her – afraid of what the strange sensation under his skin means for somebody like him. A part of Murphy seems to understand that he can and will burn anything he touches, as the Black Rainbow seems so intricately apart of him now. But he isn’t sure – and until then, his hands linger inches from Dev’s skin. Wishing he could reach out and touch her –

    And Murphy stops. Fear creeping into his expression. Even though the ash doesn’t seem to burn her, either.

    “I thought you were dead,” he says quietly. There seems to be no part of her that is harmed, no part severely injured since they had been separated last. Had it really been two years – ?

    “Shelter – we need – “ But even as Murphy looks up, the ash falling gently on his face doesn’t burn. Maybe it would, in time, but –

    Everything else just seems hazy.

    They don’t need shelter. They need time. Time, which, Murphy fears, is running out fast.

    “Dev – are you alone? Is Zona still after you?”

     Dev remained still for a few moments, thinking over what he had asked her some time to sink in. 2 years. It didn’t feel like that, but what did you expect in her situation? Basically on the run from the only place that had known what had been occurring to her physically. How SAD was it that the Templars had became aligned with ZONA. Breathing out slowly she glanced away from him. Swallowing hard. Before actually answering him. 

Yes, I’m alone.

    She lipped her response as she folded her arms now over her chest. He didn’t touch her either. Which meant one of two things, his new change in condition wouldn’t allow it or it was something else. Something to deal with this ASH that was falling from the sky. This weird ash that now began to make her skin crawl a little. She didn’t know what it was, but if it was caused by Zona she could only imagine. With what they did to her, to Murphy --- this just meant bad news. 

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Fingers curled around gunstock warclub as her features set on the other. Still looking for brother as blood of Z’s had finally dried. It had been a long day and she had seen enough in just today to take anything as a hostile movement. Eyes deadset on other before taking a few deep breaths gaze studying her  ❛ Who are you? ❜ Words spoken firm but they were slightly out of breath, she had been following a slightly dying trail of where 5K was and whoever this was would either help or hinder that. After a moment fingers still tightly wrapped around her own weapon before gaze fell to slingshot she held on her belt ❛ Have you seen a little boy?  ❜

       Dev had been having her own ISSUES.  Mentally cursing at herself as she had been stuck in basically the same area for a while. So the noise the younger one made when she came up on her, while Dev was well trying to get her phone to work in the correct signal for her DIRECTIONS plus the dead Z at her own feet didn’t help. But regardless when Dev did realize the younger female with her warclub raised, she slowly raised her hands up as if she was staring down the barrel of a gun. Eyebrow cocked. Listening to the concerns of the other or the two questions, all Dev could do is shake her head no about the boy then to respond to the first question raise a hand signal that meant Wait a moment where she typed on her phone screen then showed it to the other. 

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“ well, this will make for a colorful report. ”

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He read her words carefully with a frown on his face. The question made him sigh and rub his forehead as he tried hard to think, pressing his eyes shut once more. He barely got through the thinking blockades and the slow subsiding of the drugs in his system made the pain in his eye worse again. Lance cursed and pressed his fist to his mouth, not really able to mentally map out a route back to Friedkin’s map.

“I don’t know. No. There is no way further down from that staircase. Even if we use this one to get up to the first floor, we’d still have to walk for at least a couple of days to get down there. I mean, it took me a couple of days to end up there. And back then it was almost as if…” pausing, he had trouble keeping the flashbacks and horrors at bay. He stood there with his eyes wide open, momentarily completely gridlocked in the memories and fear. Eventually, he was able to snap out of it.

“I got there because it wanted me to get in. The door only appeared when I snapped. I think we can use the stairwell to reach it but..we’ve got to get it to lead us to the lab and…” He’d been looking at her smear of blood on the wall and the sledge hammer she carried. Suddenly, there was only a subtle shift in his posture and the expression on his face, the obvious signs of fear and his escalated mental health stripped away. From one second to the next he did no longer look like a broken, desperate man but like an unnerving, calm force.

“You don’t seriously believe I’m going to let a little Templar bitch like you just tear down my walls with that blood ritual and little sledgehammer of yours, do you” he asked her, looking her dead in the eye until he suddenly cracked a smile and started laughing, shaking his head. Lance slowly paced down the outline of the room, different than before, casually letting a finger slide along the wall, making the cracked paint fall off in tiny pieces. He eventually stopped laughing to himself and gave her a bright smile.

“I’m sorry. It’s just too funny. You’re not the first to come in here and do all your usual antics. Why do you think you can’t find any mirrors in here. I mean really? Do you really think I’m that dumb and just let that happen twice? Come on. You know what? How about this, hm?” he asked, not even flinching  when all the windows and the door in the room blasted open with a loud bang, wiping her efforts away like a sand castle in a tornado. With the door wide open, they could clearly see that the hallway was no longer outside but had been replaced with a dark room containing a surgical bed and lots of equipment. “Go on. That’s where you and dear Lance were headed anyway right? I made it easy for you both. Little shortcut just for you, Kyle.”

    Her eyes stayed focused on HIM, no... More so on IT. Her grip tightening as her eyebrows narrowed. Her expression seemed neutral, stayed sane. All except a small twitch on her right eye. As everything shifted with the windows being blasted out ---- the doors blasting open. The room echoing with that large BANG. She had watched him previously before the THING decided to give her what she wanted. Before THE BEAST did what it did to to get her attention ( and trust her it did, oh it got her attention more then it might wanted it to ) with its display of pealing paint, of a twisted human mental prowess.  She has watched as the frightened Lance whom now just seemed like a mere shell for the swamp rotting mess that dared seeped itself into this side of a veil that stood before her. That dared snaked her name out of IT’S mouth and looked at her.        Blinking, she drew her focus off of the shell of a man and looked into the dark room of surgical equipment. She was mentally dismissing the fact It called her a TEMPLAR BITCH. It must’ve dealt with more then just one of her faction if it knew what or where she was from; no this seemed like something the Illuminati would try to harness for power. The Dragon’s wouldn’t dare try to manipulate something like this, no it seemed too much like a abomination for Gaia. This was beyond that span of life and more so a corruption of death. There was just more then one force here. She glanced back at IT. 

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    With a changing world, Murphy is grimly reminded that he should not be alive. Whatever strange combination of both cure and curse ( as Roberta had managed, it seemed, to interchange one of the canisters before she had given her life to save the world ) that had struck, Murphy once again feels alone. Utterly isolated, red skin standing out amid a darkening sky.

    ( and the RED DEATH held illimitable dominion over all )

    Through Murphy’s morbidity, there’s a familiar face in the haze – in the ash that falls harmlessly against his skin, only just beginning to clear. He’s searching the brush for Roberta, knowing it can only be in vain as another face peers from behind a tree –

    And with a start, Murphy stops and stares as Dev, his Dev, appears from behind the trees.

    “You – “ he sputters. “You’re alive. Jesus – DEV! ” Murphy remains rooted to the spot, gaping wide-eyed and bewildered as her face looms into view. He wants to reach out for her ( can’t reach out for her ). Wants to tell her everything all at once. 

    “You’re alive.”

    Dev had been lost in the haze, and before it had even started she already felt... The off atmosphere. When the black flacks started to fall --- she glanced upward in the sky. Moving through the brush her gloved fingerless gloves when up to her black steel mask to slide it off. It was in a small motion but a graceful one if anyone watched, the heavy plate slipped from her warn finger tips and hitting the ground with an audible clank ( honestly she had no clue if anyone was around or watched her from a far ).      If she didn’t know better she’d guess this was a form of snow mixed with volcanic ash. The type you would see from Alaska at certain times. Normally it would leave a heavy coating on everything. But in this case it came down and as gently as snow. Leaving her slightly dusted with this stuff. Slowly bringing up her hand she allowed it to touch her skin. Where ever it touch a small glow was on her skin. But it didn’t burn. Didn’t hurt. It felt like a peaceful calm washing over her. Which she welcomed. Closing her eyes briefly to take a breather she was quickly ripped out of thought. The Bee stared at --- Murphy. Her green orbs widening at looking at him.