[center][b]Rendezvous Crash[/b][/center]

[i]"Poor, lost, soul..."[/i]
"Where am I?"
[i]"Don't you recognize this place my dear?... Why, it's your own mind."[/i]
"I don't... See anything."
[i]"Of course you don't. You don't have the flare or imagination for it, scientist... Hah! There is no curiosity in you, no wish to pursue knowledge, yet you self-label yourself a scientist."[/i]
"Jester... I don't have time for this. I'm on--"
[i]"A mission? Yes, I know, one where you were knocked unconscious by a bottle. Thrown by some... Low life miscreant who ultimately means nothing."[/i]
"..."
[i]"Ah. So you recognize your own weakness. I could... Give you another chance. Wake you up, but, you have to be the one that chooses to move forward. I could, of course, also leave you unconscious, leave you to die... Isn't that what you want?"[/i]
"No... I want to live..."
[i]"Then at least try to live this time, my dear... You're so much more entertaining that way."[/i]

Bishop snaps to her senses, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. For the entirety of the mission she had been running on autopilot, not thinking, not able to escape the drudgery of her own emotions, the swirling whirlwind of pain and sorrow. Whether this strength would last or not was debatable. She looks around, seeing the dark alleyway she was in before wincing in pain and reaching to her head. Was that silk?... A bandage? She looks to Vologhn, and manages a slight smile. The wound was certainly not a lethal one, yet he had treated it anyway. How kind. [b]"I won't."[/b] She whispers resolutely upon being told not to fall unconscious. Jester floated nearby Andre. [i]"He took your hat."[/i] Her eyes followed her hat flying through the air until it landed in the hands of the... Muppets, was it? Strange slang.

The plan for this situation was simple. One look at the loud mouthed member of the 'muppets' was all that it took this time to have Jester zip away from Andre and dive headfirst into the wretched little man. [b]"I have had a very bad day... Why don't you just walk away, and we'll forget this even happened."[/b] Assuming it worked, Jester would play the weakling, look at the hat and immediately act terrified and try to convince the others to flee. If not, well... It's not like they had a chance against them, though she wished to avoid bloodshed as she pulled the combat knife out of her boot, just in case.

Either way, she had a mission to do, and allies to keep safe.