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[b][color=DarkOrange]Amaterasu: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=DarkOrange]/////////[/color]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (9/80)
[b][color=DarkOrange]Location:[/color][/b] Dead Zone Hinterlands
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It had not, perhaps, been in a goddess’s infinite wisdom to use up her last inkwell on that little hat trick, given that her assumption, that when the zombies where done the fight would also be done, had been very wrong. Fighting was noisy, and noisiness attracted attention, in this case that of a horrible multi-armed affront to nature.

It wasn’t it that she turned to face however, having to hope that Not Kim would be up to the task, but instead the source of the rumbling approaching from behind that her keen senses picked up before any of the humans. She hopped round, stance low, ears alert, fangs bared, a growl on her lips but she was not ready for the machine that came rolling through the gate.

She’d seen the wrecks of the mortal’s motor vehicles in the deadzone, but never in this life had Amaterasu set eyes on one in motion, let alone something that looked quite like this. She was briefly caught like a deer in headlights, before crouching and preparing to lunge and grab Icebreaker to haul him to safety when it started charging some sort of power. Fortuitously, the resulting blast of power took out the horrid creature instead of striking towards Not Kim, and then it slowed down to a standstill and a hatch popped open on its side.

As it turned out, this machine belonged to someone the big man knew, namely another big man who was apparently called Stein. The following conversation between the two large lads promptly filled her in on what they all were even doing here, namely looking for lost kids. It turned out putting her trust in fate had indeed paid off, as she was now exactly where she was needed to be.

She wasn’t the only one who was getting filled in on what fate had brought to this place for, as the knight had also walked that same path of destiny and stumbled right into a worthy quest indeed. Kit was his name, and that he immediately offered to help certainly got her divine seal of approval, which she communicated mainly via briefly meeting his eyes briefly before turning to go, rather than just ignoring him entirely as she would have otherwise had he not been worth her time.

Before she entered the building, however, she took a moment to feel smug about her plan of getting the hat working out as Icebreaker retrieved and stored it for her. Fate really was smiling on her, given that little mistake hadn’t had any consequences, and that her little stunt would surely have no future karmic consequences when the hat dried out.

None at all

Fully secure in her certainty, and blind to her hubris, the divinely wise wolf padded into the hole blown by Stein’s big machine, only to glance over at Icebreaker, or, rather, Harry, in a moment of surprise as she suddenly learned his actual name as he made a rather professional callout to the home at large to try and get the attention of one Mr. Heismay.

That latter certainly sounded like the name of a living person, and Harry treated him as such… Well, given the nature of the man, it didn’t exactly confirm that suspicion but it was certainly a weight of the scales in its favor. Which raised the question of why he was here, and why he was suspected of kidnapping children to this place of all places. 

She very much did not like the implications of those bits of information, that was for certain. Some man stealing away kids and bringing them to a place probably crawling with the undeath? The mere thought of what reasoning he might have for doing so made her fur stand on end for a moment, before she steeled herself and set her mind to the task at hand with more seriousness than she had had when it had just been wandering alongside the stinky man and his metallic companion and seeing what might come of it. 

With that in mind, while the humans called out to or scanned the halls, the wolf stalked to the side and to the door they hadn’t used to get in. There she put her nose to the floor in-order to begin sniffing for signs of the scent of the living that might have come in through the proper entrance to this place, rather than the hole they’d just blown, while her ears stayed perked up and alert for the sound of whatever trouble their announcing of their presence would bring. 

If she found a trail, she’d follow it, and just assume the humans would follow after her.