Banshee
Kinta McGregor
She was so focused on the moment that it took the clank of some hunk of metal being dropped a distance away to get her to notice the arrival of some strange man. He did not look familiar to her, personally, but it seemed both Ty and Shay recognized him. However, that was hardly as interesting as the idea of a fresh kill...
Shay had no objections. Spectacular! Now all she had to do was stay close and wait for the opportune moment to arrive. After briefly studying the prisoner's expression, Kinta was surprised to find that the expression was not one of terror as she had hoped. Rather, she picked up a certain... Depth to the prisoner's gaze. It was slightly un-nerving, not that the Banshee let it show. There was more to this whiny nobody, but as far as what that might be, Kinta had not a clue.
So, until she could puzzle out what was going on here, Kinta just tightened her grip on the prisoner's shoulder and dragged her a few feet from the bus where they would be out of the way. No doubt Ty was going to be very busy with that. She had no idea how he was supposed to get those scraps running again, but she had never been the 'techie' sort and so did not understand such things very well.
As soon as she heard that terrible-sounding sputtering of an engine, Kinta knew it was time to go. That was good. There were far too many people around. She needed to get to wherever they were headed and then sneak away somehow... Just out of sight...
Kinta roughly steered the prisoner onto the bus and plopped her down in one of the seats. Then, she sat delicately right beside her victim and considered pulling out a knife to give her prey a few shallow cuts while no one was looking.
The Rogue
Cass
The silent blurr drew a few steps closer, intensely interested by the arrival of the man who was so obviously tied up in the same situation as the rest of the team. His hand drew closer to large, sturdy-looking knife in his belt. It was not Cass' first choice of weaponry for this situation, and he honestly had no intention of actually attacking. The action was more a combination of instinctual suspicion and comfort. He was incredibly wary of that man, but not entirely sure why. It was as if seeing that face triggered a distant memory of a long-forgotten dream and it irritated the Rogue that he could not properly recall it.
After a short while, it seemed that there was no apparently danger, and Cass' heart left at the sound of the engine, sad as it was in such a state of disrepair. He cast a quick glance at Surreal to be sure she was quite well, and then stepped a little bit closer. Now that the bus was working, it was only a matter of moments before the group would be moving again. Silently, the blurr strode over and climbed into the bus. When he came to the back, she stopped and sat slowly, knowing full well that the action of sitting would upset Surreal's balance. The rogue had a feeling one of her wings needed looking at, though he was not sure. Until then, it would be best to minimize the flapping about that she would have to do in order to keep from falling off of his shoulder.
Once he was nicely settled, Cass busied himself taking a mental inventory of everyone around and trying to decide exactly how best to make himself useful, either by doing something or just staying out of the way.
Kinta McGregor
She was so focused on the moment that it took the clank of some hunk of metal being dropped a distance away to get her to notice the arrival of some strange man. He did not look familiar to her, personally, but it seemed both Ty and Shay recognized him. However, that was hardly as interesting as the idea of a fresh kill...
Shay had no objections. Spectacular! Now all she had to do was stay close and wait for the opportune moment to arrive. After briefly studying the prisoner's expression, Kinta was surprised to find that the expression was not one of terror as she had hoped. Rather, she picked up a certain... Depth to the prisoner's gaze. It was slightly un-nerving, not that the Banshee let it show. There was more to this whiny nobody, but as far as what that might be, Kinta had not a clue.
So, until she could puzzle out what was going on here, Kinta just tightened her grip on the prisoner's shoulder and dragged her a few feet from the bus where they would be out of the way. No doubt Ty was going to be very busy with that. She had no idea how he was supposed to get those scraps running again, but she had never been the 'techie' sort and so did not understand such things very well.
As soon as she heard that terrible-sounding sputtering of an engine, Kinta knew it was time to go. That was good. There were far too many people around. She needed to get to wherever they were headed and then sneak away somehow... Just out of sight...
Kinta roughly steered the prisoner onto the bus and plopped her down in one of the seats. Then, she sat delicately right beside her victim and considered pulling out a knife to give her prey a few shallow cuts while no one was looking.
The Rogue
Cass
The silent blurr drew a few steps closer, intensely interested by the arrival of the man who was so obviously tied up in the same situation as the rest of the team. His hand drew closer to large, sturdy-looking knife in his belt. It was not Cass' first choice of weaponry for this situation, and he honestly had no intention of actually attacking. The action was more a combination of instinctual suspicion and comfort. He was incredibly wary of that man, but not entirely sure why. It was as if seeing that face triggered a distant memory of a long-forgotten dream and it irritated the Rogue that he could not properly recall it.
After a short while, it seemed that there was no apparently danger, and Cass' heart left at the sound of the engine, sad as it was in such a state of disrepair. He cast a quick glance at Surreal to be sure she was quite well, and then stepped a little bit closer. Now that the bus was working, it was only a matter of moments before the group would be moving again. Silently, the blurr strode over and climbed into the bus. When he came to the back, she stopped and sat slowly, knowing full well that the action of sitting would upset Surreal's balance. The rogue had a feeling one of her wings needed looking at, though he was not sure. Until then, it would be best to minimize the flapping about that she would have to do in order to keep from falling off of his shoulder.
Once he was nicely settled, Cass busied himself taking a mental inventory of everyone around and trying to decide exactly how best to make himself useful, either by doing something or just staying out of the way.