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[king_bear]

Giovanni nodded at both ladies, taking Nicole's arm in one hand, and putting his other hand on Rozzlyn's wound. "Take Arche's arm." He said to Nicole. If he was to split the wound in thirds, they were going to feel it all. Except Rozzlyn, of course. Silently he closed his eyes, not waiting for Nicole to take Arche's hand. He only had to think about it. Soon, he felt the stabbing, burning pain evolve in his side and shoulder. Split it up. Do it now. He pushed himself to transport parts of the wound to Nicole. The pain began to flow off, though he couldn't give them a third of the wound, he just felt too awful about that. In silence he split up the wound in halves, before splitting the half in quarters and giving them both a quarter of the pain Rozzlyn had felt. For now, this should work.

He opened his eyes, hung his arms limp along his sides and tried to get his dizzy head normal. A few drops of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he quickly wiped it away. No need to be worried about that now.

Then he looked up. "Will we split up? We can always set a time and place if needed." He said, looking around the group. He heared the sirenes, and saw the smoke still rising up in the sky, a few streets away. He didn't wanted to know how much they had molested, how many people they had killed. It had been his first time, and a painful stab shot through his chest. The first time...
They had to go now soon, or they'd be arrested, taken to the police office and be used in some kind of cruel science project. Or something.

[Frozen.Solid]

Andrea nodded, "I think we should split up into groups of 2 or 3. That would work best, so we wouldn't be easy to find, but if we were, we could still fight," she suggested. She hoped she could be with one or two of the other demons, she wasn't quite sure of herself, if she could deal with these powerholders without knowing what to do, aside from pretending to be one of them. She fidgeted with her hands, waiting to see what they should do.

Kendra nodded, keeping her eyes closed, "I think that's good. Unless someone else has an idea, I think we should go with that."

[Break.]

Rozzlyn stood still as Giovanni placed his hand on her wound, bracing herself for what would come ahead. She didn't know if the pain would lessen, or become slightly greater before going away completely. While she was thinking about the two options, the transfer had already happened. It was over. Rozzlyn let out a small sigh of relief before looking towards Giovanni. "Thanks." She then listened to his suggestion of splitting up into smaller groups, instead of just traveling in one large one. She liked the idea, they could move quicker and if one of them got caught all of them didn't. Rozzlyn looked around, no one seemed to be picking people to be with or placing others in groups. The sirens were getting awfully close, too close for her comfort. "Alright, since no one else here is saying anything, I'll pick the damn groups. Exodus, Charon and Andrea go together. Onyx, Nicole, Kendra, and Itzal. And then I guess it'll be Arche, Giovanni, and me. All the rest can band together." She said, deciding to take the lead because no one else was. Her hands were on her hips as she looked everybody over, to see if there was any objections. Even if there was, she most likely wouldn't care and would ignore them. Rozzlyn's piercing blue eyes then looked at Arche and Giovanni. "Come on, follow me. I know a place close to here, it's where I stayed for a little bit." She said while turning away, heading towards the abandoned building she had used to frequent.

[flare ♥]

"Wait, where are we all going to meet up?' Nicole asked Rozzlyn, ignoring the pains she felt from Giovanni. It wasn't that bad, but she noticed blood dribble out of Giovanni's mouth. She hoped he wasn't being too badly affected. They really needed to go, the sirens were screaming in her head, and she had to keep herself from plugging her ears and running for her life. Thanks to her childhood, that's what she was programmed to do.

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[ChairfaceChippendale]

Exodus listened to the conversation absently. She was good at one thing: Fighting. Unfortunately, running away was not one of her stronger suits, so she was clueless and had nothing to add to the current discussion. She had not been injured, since she had been in the trees most of the battle, but some of the others were significantly damaged. They would need to find a place nearby, but a place that was well-hidden.

[Break.]

Rozzlyn looked back at Nicole as she heard her speak. "We'll just meet back here when it gets safe, if there's spies here, meet in the seventh floor of that building." She said, pointing to a tall, but abandoned, building. She then proceeded to walk swiftly away, her steps large and quick. She wasn't about to be seen leaving the scene, or just standing there doing nothing like some of the others. Rozzlyn would turn her head around every now and then, making sure that Arche and Giovanni were following her. The way to her safe house wasn't exactly the simplest to follow and remember.

[Shiko Hayashi]

Itzal stood up, placing his hands in his pockets and walking away from the group. He was intentionally ignoring Rozzlyn's orders. It wasn't that he disliked her, or didn't respect her. He just didn't care about the cops. Even as he walked away, an idea began to form in his head. He headed towards the sirens, an idea slowly forming in his head. He grimaced against the screeching that filled his head from the sirens. What an obnoxious sound. He walked in the middle of the road, spitting a globule of blood off to the side. He sighed and looked up, watching as the sirens grew closer and closer and slowly began to from a shape over the street.

The police cars began to drive towards him, obviously not quite seeing him. Itzal stopped, several yards away from the others, in the middle of the car's path. This is going to hurt.... He thought, mentally bracing himself. It took too short a time for the car to reach him. The car tires screeched painfully as the cop finally noticed him, attempting to stop. It was a bit too late though.

Just before the impact, Itzal let his demon half come forth. The car crashed into him, sending him flying into the air to hit the ground with a painful thud and roll a few feet away. Itzal's consciousness lapsed for a second, and then he blinked open his eyes. The world was sideways and gritty side walk was digging into his cheek. He frowned and waited, knowing that if he stood up, it would hurt.

He heard the cop cars open their doors as they stopped and rush towards him, already calling an ambulance. Don't need it.. Itzal thought. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder turn him over. He blinked against the harsh light shining in his eyes. "Hey... Cut that out..." He growled. Even as he said it though, his thoughts flickered towards the group of powerholders and demons.

You better escape now, while their distracted with me...

He thought, hoping they understood his suicidal reason for getting hit by the car. A demon could survive something as little as getting hit by a car. That was why he had transformed. It had allowed him both to release some excess demon energy, quiet his demon half down, and also cause a distraction for the others.

[flare ♥]

Nicole nodded quickly in understanding, knowing they all would probably meet in the building because the police were likely to be here for a while. She swiftly beckoned her group to follow her, an idea clicking into her mind. "Do you guys think you can hold your breath just long enough to get through a bit of the smoke?" She asked them. If they went through the smoke, there was no way they could be followed or found. Also, there were bound to be a lot of places on the other side of the wall. Nicole stopped dead when she saw Itzal stand in front of the police cars, his body whirling to the pavement as the police rushed to him. "Oh my god!" She muttered, unsure to just let Itzal get examined or stay.

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( He's most definitely not hurt, don't worry. His demon half took the brunt of the car hit, so he'll probably only have a few rug burns on his side from the roll. Demons tend o be hardy like that. ))

[ChairfaceChippendale]

((Writer's block...))