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    Perhaps that last whiskey wasn’t a good idea.

Not drunk enough to pass out, but drunk enough to do something as stupid as try to navigate the sporadically changing sector. Honestly she was looking for a building that she could get something small to settle her mind. Anything! Some water would do her, yet for the life of her, her inebriated state left her a little confused. The streets were dark, yes, but parts were lit dimly by some of the street lamps, so she’d thank the Maker for small mercies later. 

In near desperation, Isabela started scanning the sides of the pavements, looking for any store with a light on. She’d had enough time in this city to try and work out how everything worked, but every time she shifted her gaze, things just went blurry. She’d vow never to drink again after this, but only go down to drink again the next day. 

How to never learn, a book by Isabela.

Drawing herself across the road to a flickering light, she’d finally found her destination, only for as soon as her foot had made contact with the pedestrian’s path, things shifted, the entire sector had shifted. The store in front of her was now a small trinket shop. She’d have to start all the way from square one. And to think, she was so close!

Blinking in absolute disbelief, Isabela took a few steps back into the road, staring in disappointment at the new shop before her.

     Isabela wasn't too keen on this city at all, but if there was one thing she was keen on, it was the bar. The only good part was that the drinks were a reasonable price and didn't taste like piss and shit merged together. Downing another glass of the finest whiskey they had on offer, the rogue began to scan around her. Ah, it felt like home. The drunkards trying to not only fight in one corner, but also trying to get in some other girl's pants. Said girl obviously isn't taking shit from anyone today. Good on her, she supposed.

Waving her hand as though to order another drink, Isabela had noticed she'd been drinking a lot less than she thought. She hadn't nearly had her fill, and she was nowhere near even pissed enough to start seeing double. It was early, yet people were being thrown out already.

Lightweights.

Just as the door was slung open to get rid of another loudmouth drunkard, a familar face made it's way into the bar. Fenris! A face she felt blessed to see. She wondered how long he'd been around the Hive for, after all, she herself had been there not short of a month and a half at this point, perhaps even longer. No, perhaps she was a little tipsy, she was beginning to forget what the date was. Not that her timezones compared anything to this mish-mash of a city.

As the elf drew a little closer, Isabela ordered another two drinks, one for herself, and another for Fenris, even without his express permission. Calling him over, one would think she was being too loud. But this was a bar. Everyone was being loud.

She didn’t feel good. She didn’t feel good at all, actually.

Leti woke up in an infirmary, completely different from the one back in Caleb’s organisation, and this already terrified her. She didn’t remember falling injured or anything like that, and she had certainly never been in a room like this before. So why, why was she here all of a sudden? Concern flashed through her mind and projected upon her features in an instant, as people close to her were her major worries. Where was the organisation? Caleb? Myrina? Tobias?

Kerrick...

Kerrick! Her partner, her lover. He was nowhere to be found, at all! Darting round the bloodied corridors, Leti slammed into locked doors, pushing with all she had in order to try and open them. With no avail, in a blind panic, the angel began to rush again, calling out for whoever she could, running around these corridors as though her life physically depended on it. As soon as the angel hit another corner, she found herself colliding with someone a lot taller, and caught mid-panic, she didn’t recognise the body at first, a yelp escaping her as she leaned her hands against the chest of the other. Though, gaining her bearings, and staring up at the male, an expression of relief couldn’t have come any faster for her, as the face was the one of the man she had just been calling out for. 

That man was Kerrick, her lover.

These streets got narrow at such inconvenient points. Attempting to slide through some of the more crowded places of the Hive, Isabela gave a few exasperated sighs here and there, as a few people shoved past her with no mercy. Minding her own business, whilst not pay very much attention, the rogue slipped around a corner, managing to breathe another sigh, but this time in relief as she figured this part was quieter, and perhaps another way round to get to where she wanted to be.

Though once she set her mind back on the road, she realised she’d zoned out a moment too long. 

Colliding into another person walking in the opposite direction to her, she tumbled backwards, grabbing onto the other and dragging him down as she had done so. Their positioning proved to be quite compromising, the other having fallen on top of her, and Isabela managed to catch that idea rather quickly. Though her behind hurt from the fall, and breaking the other’s if but a little, she gave a small chuckle, hands still clutched gently on the other’s chest.

       Making a pact with a demon was the last thing Bethany wanted to do, and yet all of a sudden, here this one was, calling her master and everything, even after she’d explained that there was no need for it. Oh God was she going to get it from the Circle if she even made it back to Kirkwall. Perhaps it was best she stayed here, after all, it wasn’t the fade, nor was it the gallows, so it would be in her best interests to be away from any templars that would likely render her tranquil at the first sign of possession.

Or was this possession.

Finding herself growing tired with a headache, she took to sitting down for a while. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit down, not with the demon buzzing around her at almost every other turn. Sighing to herself, the mage glanced up, soon locking gazes with a new face. Oh, was sitting here getting in his way? Jumping up, she flashed an apologetic glance towards him, all with the giggle of her demon in the background. Maker, damn it, when would she be more helpful!

She’d been walking around the central island for Maker knows how long. Things all looked the same, and every person she tried to approach was faceless, and likely someone she’d rather not jump into conversation with. Fear was beginning to settle in and harshly on Bethany, and she just wanted to find someone who could explain anything, anything to her! 

     “Ah, don’t look so glum, Master! Look over there, he might help you, or he might be one of us, you never know! Or he might hold you hand and stop you from worrying!” Leviathan spoke up, not exactly doing very much to help Bethany’s anxieties at all. However, she did take a glance over at the young male being pointed out to her. He didn’t look very local, at least not to her. Perhaps he was a best bet at asking for a little help. Taking baby steps towards the other, a light cough to try and grab his attention left the mage’s throat, hands playing with the cuffs of her sleeves.