#blxeflames

A quiet snarled left the Knight as he slammed the butt of his sheath into a minor demons. Usually low legions didn't pose much of a threat, but in hordes, they were not only a hassle but dangerous and for some reason or another, there was a rampage of low level demons. A nest must've been disturbed on purpose.

"I dunno! But jus' keep behind the wall!" Snarls Night, whipping his sheath around to catch another small demon and sent it flying like a baseball. There was too many and he couldn't risk them finding Rin.

“I can smell a lie, you know,” he remarked dryly. He reached out to touch Rin’s face, gently brushed a thumb under his eye. “And those dark circles say otherwise.” 

The boy had super-healing; how long had he gone on like this, if his body was showcasing the weight of his exhaustion? It was almost pitiful to watch.

With a considering hum, Razkiel coaxed him closer. “Come here.”

“Rin!” The Chimera bounced, tail lofted high into the air like a happily greeting dog--with sporadic wagging and all. Why, if she’d gone any happier, Summer may in fact turn into a dog. In truth, she was walking to speak to him at his dorm, but it seems in her Pumpkin Spice-induced “Holy shit fall is coming so is Samhain” high, she ran into him, first. 

The teen had her nose in her Windows Phone, overlooking something or another--of course hood was in it’s usual position and tail tucked out of sight. “Stupid Windows... Why won’t you just get Pokemon Go already--” 

“...Rin....?” It was no real surprise Summer let herself in. The demonic in blood could sense emotional strife--the animal in blood told her it was sorrow.

The Chimera didn’t expect to walk in on Rin crying, though. A soft, worried smile curved on her features as the hidden ears lowered even further against her skull as she carefully stepped foreword. Summer seated herself down next to her friend, and very quietly pulled him into a hug, having to stretch her neck to tuck his head under hers, granted their height difference. She didn’t ask what was wrong. Summer just knew he needed comfort. 

Trying to find the highest vantage point in a city this large was impossible, Lara had found. Not only was she getting turned around every which way she went, but everything on the streets were just so odd. People were dressed strangely, too. Or maybe... she was the one dressed oddly. Garbed in her hunting gear, she had noticed people giving her odd looks.

She bit her lip and kept moving, trying to find anything that looked or felt familiar. Eventually she stopped in an open area with a few trees, and decided she’d climb up into the branches. If she could just get a little higher...

“Okay, so... where exactly am I?” She wondered, looking around. “This place is nothing like Palmacosta. Actually, I think it’s bigger than Palmacosta...” She sighed and leaned her back against the trunk of the tree, watching people as they wandered about below her.

One teen stood out, his pointed ears reminding her of a half-elf. She blinked for a moment, and then shifted her position on the branch, swinging so she was hanging upside down.