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[h3][color=gray]Elysium Island, Through the Side Entrance[/color][/h3]

[sub][b]Interactions:[/b] Britney ([@Mixtape Ghost N]), Sloane ([@Atrophy]), Artifact Group[/sub]

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Layla could feel Autumn's gaze on her, and a flush crept over her cheeks as they walked.

Alizée simply stared back, red eyes cold. [color=916BB4][i]”The hell is her problem?”[/i][/color]

Layla grimaced, her thoughts mumbled. [color=7ABBFF][i]”Probably still mad I caused that big argument…”[/i][/color]

Alizée sneered in their direction, her own thoughts sharp and uncompromising. [color=916BB4][i]”You were in the right. And, from what I read from your mind, you were only looking for justice, an explanation. Leave these weaklings; we're here to support the Sycamore, and that's it.”[/i][/color]

[color=7ABBFF][i]”And get a leg up on Father Wolf.”[/i][/color]

[color=916BB4][i]”And that.”[/i][/color]

Aislin nudged Layla as they walked, [b]“You got some glum look on your face - cheer up! This will be over before you know it.”[/b]

Layla forced a smile, nodding. [color=7ABBFF][b]”Right.”[/b][/color]

Layla, Alizée and Aislin were in a group after Luca, huddled in the blind spots as they shifted from one space in the hallway to the next. Until, eventually, they too were merely steps behind Autumn and the rest as they approached the T-section.

The Halloween dinosaur was an unexpected development, to be sure.

Layla pressed a hand over her mouth, muffling a surprised yelp. Alizée acted a little faster, chains circling around the monster's neck, and pulling [i]tight[/i]. Did it breathe? Well, it wouldn't for long. Alizée purposefully didn't use her abilities to leech its physical essence, unwilling to be the one to "trip the alarms”.

Alizée ghosted to the side as the beast charged, yanking hard and trying to disturb its line of direction. This would also help tighten the chains, and cut off more air supply. If, that was, it needed to breathe.

Alizée's red eyes darted to Layla, [color=916BB4][b]”Stay outta the way!”[/b][/color] She hissed as quietly as she could.

Aislin had unzipped her backpack, pulling out her trusty Tec-9, the last memory she had of Luna. She aimed it towards the creature, eyes darting briefly to Britney and Sloane. She liked neither of them, but both were heading this operation.

[b]“What’s the fucking plan, here?!”[/b] She said in a stage whisper.