[b][u]The Rogue[/b][/u]

Jason sighed when it was apparent the Asylum he was with was not one for small talk. For once, he'd like to meet a girl who could humour him without being too eager to kill something. He spun his baton around, splitting it in the middle to reveal two blades, joined them back together to form a double bladed spear, split them back apart and returned them to the baton configuration. Next, he did a series of flourishes with his cards to show off his sleight of hand tricks and sliced a stalagmite in two with one card while pocketing the rest of the pack simultaneously before pulling his sleeve back to reveal the wrist mounted crossbow.

The whole routine was performed as if he were a circus performer instead of an Asylum. "That's not all I can do with my hands, if you're ever interested in the most [i]pleasurable[/i] massage you'll ever have." He replied with a grin, before taking a proper glance around their surrounds. "Well, Alice, I usually enjoy the company of a woman as beautiful as yourself but I daresay we do need to find our partners. To that end..."

He fished out a piece of chalk from his pocket and marked the wall with a small discreet sign. "I don't suppose you have some sort of protocol for establish contact with your partner aside from telepathy, do you? This is how I communicate with Fiora when we have nothing else at our disposal but I don't fancy our chances of running into each other's marks."

He sniffed the air and frowned. "I do love that scent you're wearing, Alice. A pity it is being ruined by the stench of sweat. Our enemies are lying in wait... that way." He removed a glove from his hand to determine where the air currents were moving and where the scent had come from. "Well, what better way to find Asylums than to walk right into a battle?" He chuckled, crooking his elbow out as if to escort his companion. "Shall we, milady?"

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[b][u]The Regent[/u][/b]

Fiora noticed watched the woman treat the other Asylum she was stuck with and looked at her while pointing at her ear. The quiet girl assumed that woman wanted her to take her earphones off. Fiora did so and at the same time, took out a piece of chalk to mark the rock she was sitting on. She continued humming as she worked, taking out a small necklace, with a strange rock set in it that was glowing dimly. It was a photoluminescent rock which absorbed sunlight during the day and glowed when it got darker. It provided enough light to just see where they were going without tipping off the enemy to their position or paint a target that said "shoot here".

She moved closer so the light around her neck was enough for the medic to do her work, while she dusted herself off and check her bag to make sure it wasn't too badly damaged that it wouldn't be able to hold her gear any longer.

"Fiora." She introduced herself, before pulling up her skirt to reveal her holstered pistols and turning around to do the same with her blouse to reveal the hilt of her sword, resting over her spine and just above where her Asylum number was tattooed, with the word "Judgment" below it as clear as day. "Weapons." She gestured at the two Asylums with her to do the same and give each other a good idea of what kind of fire power they were carrying.

Once that was out of the way she continued to look through her supplies. Jason had always insisted they use backpacks that weren't easy to lose in case something like this happened and she was glad it paid off. She produced three granola bars and tossed one each to her current partners. "Eat." She commented simply, while checking her surroundings to make sure no one was coming to engage them.

"Enemies." She commented simply, pointing to her left to let the other two know where the fight would be taking place. Fiora and Jason had a very simple rule whenever they got separated - head towards the enemy. After all, bloodshed followed where Asylums went and if you needed to find one, all you had to do was follow the trail of blood.