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[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Eleven began to walk down the hallway, but stopped at the sound of approaching footsteps. She stood frozen in her place, her metal fingers curling up and her hands balled up into fists. Eleven watched as a girl walked up in front of her, glaring down at the girl out of the corner of her eye. She frowned deeply down at the girl, her eyes narrow when Olah arose a question about her name. But, instead of answering straight out, she said, "I'm here to bail out Skye Akitora,"

[Pockyy]

Olah frowned slightly, little creases in her forehead as she worked out the tricky situation quickly. It would be a waster of everyone's time if she called for others, so she simply strode broadly towards Eleven, stopping only a few paces away. "Strange. Are you a relative or even friend perhaps? Or rather you be named an accomplice?" Olah said teasing, though the word accomplice hissed in the air. She knew little of Skye Akitora, only that he was sentenced guilty by Mizaki. She shuddered slightly as she thought of those two-tone eyes, piercing into her own. The corridor was empty, though the slight feeling of prying eyes itched on Olah's back.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Eleven drew in a deep breath, holding it deep within her lungs. She watched Olah intently, the metal of her body clenching as she watched the girl approach her. Eleven sneered fiercely at the girl, her expression making it clear that she was indeed not someone who you would want to associate with. "I'm a friend..." she stated in an emotionless hiss, her dark eyes focused upon Olah.

[Pockyy]

((Sorry I'm so slow guys; school has started and I've got exams again x.x))

Olah narrowed her honey-coloured eyes at Eleven, curiousity slowly creeping in. "A friend?" She replied with hard scrutiny. Skye seemed like a solitary type, someone without any acquaintances. "You do know the prisoner has done something wrong; you will have to take it up with Madame Mizaki if this is to get anywhere." She muttered, turning sharply and jogging back to Mizaki's office to warn her of this stranger. Her puppetry powers wouldn't work on such a powerful being; the strings would snap. She found herself quickly in front of the door to Mizaki's office. Olah placed a small hand on the cold metal handle and twisted sharply.

The judge looked up, eyes with bitter distaste as she felt that Olah had not performed her task. "What it is now?" She asked, tone tiresome from effort. The small vampire girl glared at her, before replying, "I think this trespasser wants to see you." The judge snapped up rigid, a certain secret smile playing on her lips. We shall wait and play, she thought as she tapped the oak desk with her fingers.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Eleven scowled down fiercely at the girl, trying to scare Olah into just simply allowing her to go onward. But, it didn't seem to work. Eleven sighed heavily, realizing that her threatening glares would get her absolutely nowhere. "If I have to speak with the judge," she thought, biting into an edge of her lower lip softly. "I could be caught... Ugh... Skye's gonna owe me big time for this..." Eleven thought, trudging closely after Olah, the sound of her heavy metal feet clomping against the ground echoed through the hallways of the building.

[Pockyy]

Olah pulled the wooden door open more, though the chilling atmosphere and glares from the little vampire child did not seem welcoming. Mizaki began speaking immediately, tone sharp and demanding, "You are hear to bail Skye Akitora I hear?" She asked loudly, though the question seemed to linger longer in the room.The candles flickering the corners wavered, the molten wax waning the candle's body as it bled the sticky wax. A quiet drip-drop of the glistening wax falling onto the brass base seemed so solemn, a unheard soul whittling away forgotten memories.

James watched the girl and her wolf with slight distaste. Xaphira whipped her tail around her rider, a cautious warning as she quietly hissed. The boy winced when the wolf howled, hurting his ears. He abruptly crossed his arms, out of fear of the wolf refraining a point. "Why are you sorry?" He asked the girl arrogantly, a frown upon his face. Xaphira sighed, "I'm sorry for his poor behaviour..." Shaking her head, she poked at James through their mental bond, which he shook off until he had an answer from the girl.

Akane strayed from her parents, wandering around the small town instead. It still had its charming hubbub of friendly faces and sweet greetings, though the strange facade had ,somehow, been dented - like crumpled paper. She stepped into a strange trinkets shop, skittering on the borders of town. A young teenager was flicking through pieces of parchment scribed with inky calligraphy, not even bothering to look up as the little chiming bell rang as the door opened. Akane swiftly walked through the shop, gazing intently at the small objects it had for sale.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia had lowered her head and put her hands in her lap, shutting her eyes andtrembling lightly. "... F-Force of habit..." She said quietly, keeping her eyes down and her voice low. Hunter rolled his eyes a bit and looked up at Xaphira, hoping that she would translate for her master. "I startled her. She has a habit of apologizing whenever she gets scared or feels guilty." He explained while Mayia just didn't seem to hear him. She looked more like she was waiting for a punishment.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Eleven stepped into the enormous room, sneering at Olah as she passed. Her eyes fluttered from the small vampire girl to the woman seated across the room from where Eleven stood. She looked Mizaki over, looking her up and down multiple times; she was running scans on the woman to see if she held any records in her memory banks. Ding. Eleven's eyes narrowed with a fury so bitter, that her glare even seemed to make the air quiver. She had indeed seen Mizaki before; when her friend had been given the punishment of twenty years in jail.
"Yeah," Eleven hissed back at Mizaki, a corner of her lip curling back into a snarl. "That's right... I'm here to bail him out." she spat out the words in a resentful way, anger and irritation so obvious in her tone that it seemed to glow around the cyborg.