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Lyra glanced back at the hoard behind them, momentarily stopped by the wall of fire that flashed up before them. Not good, it probably would hold them off for a while, but not enough to deter them completely. "Not good," she muttered, "Definitely not good." As a few broke through, she sent them flying back with a strong blast of air, also sending a steady stream to the flames to keep them alive longer. Her mouth twitched into a sort of frown before facing forward again. "Hold on tight," she warned, grabbing his arm, and lifting them both into the sky with a powerful flap of her wings, "We'll have to go into hiding, probably, or at least cross the Border. Nowhere's safe."
Haha, I gave Lyra the powers of Air, cause Angels and fly, and I made that connection... :P
"Sorry sorry!" Lyra muttered, the lock clicking as the file finally managed to pick the lock. Her friend gave her a bewildered look, but she shook her head, hoping he would understand the desperation of the situation at hand. "Just run! Get out of here!" she yelled, motioning towards the exit. He nodded, and took off, wings unraveling as he ran out. Lyra glanced towards Greg, who was now just a pile of bodies, really. With a heave, she grabbed the Demon on top of the pile and flung him off, making sure he hit his head and was knocked out. "I'm... I'm so not going to leave you behind!" she huffed, a blast of air shooting out of her palms and striking a few off the pile. There were more filing in, they would definitely have to escape soon, there was no way they would be able to take on all of them.
That certainly didn't take that long, maybe this place wasn't as huge and unorganized as she had expected. But, oh well, it was better this way, perhaps. An easier time to find her friend. They soon entered, her avoiding the guard completely. She didn't want any trouble, or, more trouble than she would already be in after this all. Lyra looked to her right, then to her left. Rows of cells accompanied them, and they seemed to be closing in with every passing second.

"Um, yeah, alright," she nodded looking the other direction at the cells, "And... Thanks, again. Seriously." She began to look into the cells, one by one. Nope, not that one, or that one... It took a while to find him, but it was lucky that she didn't have to search every single last cell and have his be the last one. Looking first left, then right, she sliped a hand into her sleeve and began to work the lock. Come one! She had practiced this!
I need sleep. Like, it's not even that later where I am, but I am just so exhausted.

Anyway, any of you ever not been able to sleep because for some reason you just suddenly start thinking about stuff? But you're still really tired, and can't fall asleep?

Yeah...
Heading towards the scream, Joseph looked down at his feet as he trekked towards the sound, occasionally glancing up at the sky, as if it would tell him where to go. It hadn't sounded too far away, and in a matter of minutes, a group of figures appeared on the horizon. Naturally, he was overjoyed at the sight of more people who happened to survive. "Over here!" he shouted towards them, not able to contain his excitement. He was too tired to break out into a run, but instead tried to move as fast as he could to where they were standing. The mysterious figures soon became clearer and clearer, allowing Joseph to recognize them. After all, they were part of his Crew, what sort of Captain would he be if he hadn't at least learned their names after sailing with them for so long? Well, perhaps he was too hung up on his title. Again, no ship, no Captain.

"My, another part of the Ship's Crew that I've found!" he exclaimed once he had reached them, "How lucky I am not to be alone here, and further to find people that I have been so fortunate to work with!" He let out a short breath, accompanied by a small smile to each of them. Running a hand through his hair as he always did, he finally took a moment to sit back and really think about their situation. As he had told himself earlier, it was definitely not a good sort of situation, and definitely one in which they would most likely not make it out of. Well, best not to think like that. Just.. Try to survive. Yeah, that's right... Survive.
"Oh, who me?" Naomi faked with an innocent voice, "It couldn't possibly be me of all people, why, I have no clue what you mean by that!" It was refreshing to meet another person who had at least some sort of sense of humor. Especially in a world like this, you needed cheering up every now and again. From people who at least knew how to laugh. Speaking of which, she didn't know the last time she had a good laugh. A while, probably, perhaps on the scale of a few years or so? After all she hadn't met many decent people since she had left home, perhaps a few here or there. But, all in all they all seemed to be the type she had been taught to avoid, the type that had been hardened against the world and were willing to do anything to survive. Nowadays that was practically anyone, it was hard to find people with a personality.

Naomi glanced at him with a slight frown, her brows coming together in worry. "Hey, you sure you just need bandaging? Something like that may even need some stitches." she remarked, eyes glancing down to his side, and particularly the red stain that seemed to slowly become bigger. Maybe she was overreacting, or perhaps it was a fear of infection. Nasty thing, that was. She personally had experienced it a while back, and it was most definitely not one of her most defining moments. And damn had it hurt, too. Not wanting to think about such a thing anymore, she instead focused her attention on him again. "Well, newer than you, probably. I've been in this type of business for... Four, five years now? It's been hard to keep track, s'not exactly the first thing on my mind right now, if ya get what I mean," she shrugged, "How about you, seems like you've been around for a while no- Er, I'm not saying you're old! I just... Um, I mean you seem more experienced than me!" Naomi blushed in embarrassment, what else where you to do when you unintentionally called someone old?

Turning her attention away from the conversation for a brief moment, she looked ahead to the half standing shack a few yards in front of them. It didn't seem too unstable, and it would be enough if only for a short rest or so. Once they had arrived, she immediately dug around again for her roll of bandages. "Here, um, just sit and let me get you bandaged up, alright?" she said, slowly unraveling the roll. Ugh, she wished she had better equipment. Traditionally, you were supposed to have cotton pads to soak up the blood, then bandages to hold it together. But, with such a situation, she didn't have much of a choice. Just hope that the bandages would be able to soak up the blood properly and stop the bleeding.
"That's... Unfortunate." Lyra let out with a sigh, slightly shaking her head. It would have been so much easier to carry out this... Mission, was it? Whatever, it would be so much easier if there wasn't so many others bustling around them at all times. Maybe night was better? Or perhaps not, she heard Demons were night creatures. If that was even true. Maybe she would ask later.

She glanced up, looking around at the new world around her. Definitely not like the Angel World that she was so accustomed to. "So, how long will it take to get to the city. Or, wherever my friend is being kept?" she asked, drawing her cloak tighter around her when one of the Demons had roughly brushed passed her. He had turned back and let a sort of snarl at her, which she had ignored, she would have done the same. A Demon in Angel Territory was as weird as an Angel in Demon Territory.
I hope not! I'm trying to let other people post before I do.
Lyra'a eyes flickered up, especially on the Demons that passed by them. It was certainly... A new experience, to say the least. Never before had she been surrounded by so many Demons at once. And practically alone too, not another Angel in sight. Head down, avoid all eye contact, don't speak at all. She felt small, especially surrounded by Demons many times her size. Shit. Getting nervous again.

As they progressed through the gates, and security got tighter, Lyra clung closer to Greg in fear they would be separated. "Does the traffic ever... End? Are the roads always this crowded?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper. It was a new experience, and she had many more questions to ask. But for now, she would keep the questions to a minimum.
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