[b]The Thief[/b]
The scream entered Tobias's ears and dwelled in his brain, replaying again and again as though in an echo chamber, getting louder and shriller and more annoying each time. [i]Fucking [b]hell.[/b] [/i]

Sana had wandered off in a hissyfit, and now she had landed herself in hot water. That seemed perfectly fine to Tobias; served her right, in fact. If she managed to skullfuck whatever mist beastie had her in its clutches, she'd be back to bossing them around - if not, the adventure could continue without her, especially now that they had all these new... characters in their lineup.

Only two things gave him pause in this resolution: one, Fiona was obviously primed to go help, and was holding her hand out to him. For some strange reason, the thief was loathe to disappoint her... and to let the girl go out there without his help. An interesting sensation, one that would require examination.

Secondly and (he told himself) more importantly, he could not pass up the shit-eating smugness he could get away with if he helped rescue Sana. It was good to be a hero.

Tobias calculated all that in the blink of an eye as he strapped his daggers to his belt and grabbed Fiona's hand, allowing her to pull him up onto her horse. "Alright team, let's go stab something different from us!"

															[b]The Corpse[/b]
Oscar was standing stock still by the fire, dead to the world, when the sound penetrated the thick veil of his senses. It was a sound he'd heard before, many times, when the red came on him, when he had to rip and hurt and break. Screaming. But this sound exactly, faint and hollow as it was by the time it penetrated his rotted mind, reminded him of something else. A memory, a specific memory. From when he was alive.

He went from a stop to a dead run almost instantly, charging off in the direction of the noise, building speed, his arms trailing and dangling behind him. A great rumbling came from behind his broken teeth as he ran, his throaty, strange voice crying out into the darkness. "Katherine! Katherine, I'm coming! Hold on!"

He wasn't sure where he was going, what he was saying, or what his plan was. He was gaining speed, good footholds getting harder and harder to find. He shouldn't be going this fast. Something was happening. He would stop it. He would stop it.