Snippet #1966443

Matt

Matt blinked; he had nearly forgotten that when they were stressed, it was usually Blast that was the spoken voice. "Sorry... You know, you're really making Ash worry. You should hurry and clean yourself up...." He opened the door just a crack, just in case he had been about to get into the water, and set the clothing down on the other side of the door. He himself was wearing some of the healer-man's clothing, spare clothes that the man kept here for a reason he wouldn't share. "She's worried about everyone," he murmured, sitting by the door, "Especially those we haven't found yet. Before long, I'm going to go see if my shadows can find them..... Ash is too exhausted, and frankly, I think she's afraid of using her powers now..." With a worried sigh, he glanced back at his sister. The little gray-haired girl was staring at a small bowl in her hands, a steaming ceramic thing with something inside; the man had called it "tomato soup." The color of it though, made Matt worry a little more; the reddish color was very similar to that of smeared blood....

Camelion, Lab

Camelion smiled a little, one hand at this point wrapped around one of the bars. "A fox? Such an interesting mutation.... What all can you do? Or have you been too afraid to try? I know how frightening it must be, to be taken from somewhere and suddenly be different from what you were. But you shouldn't be too afraid, dear," With a smooth movement, he opened the door, slipping in and closing it again before she could skirt around him. "There are many things far worse than the men here...." He knelt in front of her, eyes glinting hungrily as a guard walked by; he frowned some, sliding back a step or two. "Perhaps another time then," he sighed, sounding a bit bored, and stood to leave.