Emma's Story

Emma looked down the hall, her heart pounding, her head full of whispers. She was never sure what was real anymore, but she was sure at this very moment that she was in danger. That was the only thing she could ever be sure about anymore. She'd learned to distinguish threats that were real from the ones she simply imagined.

The part of the Asylum she was standing in at present was a particularly ruined part of the hellscape that the infinite realm had turned into. The walls were pocked and stained from the countless titanic battles that had taken place, bones, broken, dusted, and whole alike littered the area. There was a hole in the floor that was the only place that wasn't a staircase she'd found that linked any two floors of the place, but there was no guarantee that if she went through it that it would even take her to anywhere near where she was. The place had no sort of geometry that made sense, stairs could go on forever or nowhere at all. More than once she'd taken the stairs ten minutes up only to end up coming out of a door five feet from where she'd entered the stairs in the first place.

She turned and ran away from what was coming. There was no point in trying to fight whatever it was, she wasn't even sure if it was possible to beat them in a fight and she wasn't about to test the theory right now. As she ran her visions only became more vivid, she felt like it was getting closer, catching up, her panic only grew. She screamed and threw herself to the ground.

And was suddenly alone. After a minute laying there trembling she looked up, finding nothing but the horrors she was used to, "What the hell." she said, standing and dusting herself off with a single pass of her hands. The fact that there was nothing there seemed only to make her more angry than anything. She'd expected something she'd not received, "Oh, I get it, I'm being toyed with huh?" she looked around at the empty hallway, the dreary, low light that was normal in the hallway seeming almost too bright for her now.

She felt mocked, but she was sure that whatever was out there wouldn't make a habit of leaving her alive. It probably just thought that it would be boring to kill her as she was.

She walked down the hall morosely, wishing that just once, she would find someone who wouldn't try to kill her or fill her with terror for her very existence.

His stride was as gay as a true love's kiss. Ross hadn't wandered much from his 'cell' in the new place. The new place was dark, filled with people who seamlessly couldn't see him, or chose not to. The new place was dark, and he didn't like dark. It wasn't scary, or common, nay! Nay! It was foreign to him. The slight glimpses of shadow deteriorated when he walked past. He gleamed with a glow that made him visible to guards and others. When out of his glowing state, he felt terrible, but others could not seem to see Ross.

Suddenly, as he looked up, he saw a lady. But at the sight of her, a liquid streamed down his face. Not small amounts of it, either. A waterfall of what seemed like water streamed down his cheeks from his eyes. The reaction was strange, but Ross had no emotional response to it. It was as though the darkened strange light was washing over him. So, he began to glow, making him noticed by a guard who looked baffled by Ross's presence.

And as the hallway gleamed with shimmering light from Ross, the tears seemed to dry up. So did the bad feelings of darkened light. So, Ross continued to glow. He stopped, looking at the lady...

..the other...

..another actual presence, maybe?

Emma stopped and looked at Ross. He was the first living, breathing thing she'd seen in what must have at least been a week. It was hard to part his actual physical form from the nightmares that shrouded his form (At least for her) but after a little bit of parsing the real from the imagined, she eventually got a clear image of him. However, seeing a perfectly ordinary person did not, in any way, make her feel better for having a real person here.

She took a half step back out of fear. He was apparently glowing and there were... tears? No, his face was dry, "Don't get any closer." she asks quietly, standing her ground now and putting her hands up a little; The air around her dropped by about twenty degrees from the already somewhat uncomfortable sixty that the place normally hovered around as she drew the energy out of it, preparing for a potentially hostile reaction from the man who simply stared at her.

Forget what she'd thought before, finding anyone here was a nightmare all on its own, there was rarely anyone willing to even walk away without a fight, much less anyone friendly. She suddenly felt stupid for even daring fate to send her someone. If she herself was any indication this man could be hiding some earth-shattering power that he was prepared to unleash at any moment.

"What are you?" she demanded fearfully, her ability to tell reality from imagination fraying around the edges of her vision.

Stumbling down the hall, Gordon looked over his shoulder. All that met his eyes were darkness. Filth lay strewn across the floor, corpses and furniture mingling in a macabre display of madness. Blood was spattered across the walls, mostly dry but some still fresh. Whoever that blood had come from probably was not too far from here but he had different problems.

Turning a corner, Gordon tripped over a piece of rubble on the floor, throwing up concrete dust as he landed. Coating his gaunt face and oily hair, he looked even more emaciated than previously. A ghost, almost. Straining to stand up, he cried out in pain as his left foot collapsed under him. Sobbing, he grabbed the ankle and drew the appendage close to his body before continuing on.

Music came from the distance, a tune recognized by many children to have been raised on Earth.

"Ring around the rosies, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down," came the words, falling faintly upon his ears. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he attempted to crawl further away from the incessant noise. Blood leaked from a menagerie of small cuts across his body, some newly formed in the fall while other reopened from earlier encounters with other 'people.' Almost blind in the darkness, lights having shut off in many sections of the facility, Gordon pulled a flashlight from his pocket, fumbling around for the switch.

Flicking on the torch, he stopped crawling, spotting a gap in the floor opening up to another level of the facility. Maybe he could avoid it down there. Sliding forward, his body crashed against the ground, jarring his broken ankle. Holding in a curse, he saw that the flashlight had rolled away from him and now shone directly at his face. Heaving his body over, he picked up the piece. It was then he noticed the music had stopped. A whimper escaped from his lips as the torrent of tears increased. Clicking sounded from the ceiling and a small thump as whatever it was landed. Curling into a ball, he closed his eyes, praying in between the sobs.

The flashlight shut off. This stopped his whimpering. No noises came from around him and he couldn't sense anything. But there was a wrongness behind him. Turning slowly, all he saw were two glowing points a scant foot from his face. A scream erupted from his mouth.

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Sphinx strode away, taking once again the form of a well-dressed man, top hat and cane complementing the long coat it wore. The screams still rang behind it, the poor man's mind shattered beyond repair. Terror made it feel better. Fear was harder to come by, many having already died off in the first few hours of chaos. Sadly, it hadn't been able to take part. Power still ran to much of the facility then, limiting its movements lest he become weakened. No more.

Morphing into a shadow, it sped along the halls, scouting out for another victim, searching for a target which it would spend days tormenting. There was no fun any other way. Conversation, as well as strange, bio-luminescent light, stopped Sphinx. Floating up along the cracked walls, it crawled along the ceiling, indistinguishable from any other shadow. Below it lay two humanoid creatures, one emitting light while space seemed to warp around the other. Interesting indeed. Smiling, the shadow creature sat and waited, observing for the time being.

Ilona woke to the chaos. "A few more hours would have been nice." Sitting up and rubbing her eyes she glanced out the door. She could see nothing but black. So she stood and walked over to the door. Looking out there was pure chaos. She smiled at the sight of no guards. A lizard like creature walks by her cell "Could you please open the cell for me." The lizard just walks on. "Bastard." Her hands begin to glow. Well here goes nothing. She places her hands on the door, it begins to melt down without any heat what so ever. The door turns into a puddle at her feet, then to the natural form of whatever element it was made of. She steps out of the cell and walks away from the Screaming and yelling.

After walking around for a good bit she comes across A glowing man and a human teen. "Hey whats up." she says casually. Totally missing the shadow creature next to her

Reien opted to let the footsteps pass before walking on. It resembled the husk of a man though the way it limped and dragged its body told her otherwise. It probably wasn't edible at all. When all was silent again, Reien proceeded to head down the path on the left. She checked the other cells for anything that can be used later on or any food item she can consume. So far, still empty-handed.

Reaching another turn, Reien chose to go right this time, after having espied a staircase at the end of the hall. She ran up to it and was partially dismayed when she found out that it leads to a blank wall. "Quirky interior design..." She thought, vocalizing her observation within her mind. Still, might there be any method to this madness? She couldn't be sure yet instead of attempting to check any further, Reien caught on to the scent of a familiar creature. Something she had lost contact with after getting locked up in this prison.

Following the scent, she happened on an interesting gathering. There was a human teenager along with a man who seemed to be glowing? "That man...is he a Hitodama?" Reien thought to herself. Another came along and approached the group. She can now see three human shaped creatures--first time she's ever seen a gathering wherein none were trying to kill each other.

Feeling a little more comfortable after seeing these creatures who possessed at least the same humanoid shape, she walked towards them as well, taking care not to reveal the fact that she was a traditional folk ghoul.

"Quite the congregation you guys have got here. Care to explain what's going on?" She asked, though she wonders if there were more of them around since she could make out an unnatural shadow from the faint light of the glowing man.

Ross when began to hear noise. Not just from the young being before him, but from all around him. The strange light didn't even know what to do. So, fight or flight instinct kicked in. Like most should know, Ross cannot fight due to the fragile nature of his husk body. The light caught glimpse of a way out, though it was past a female in a tan uniform.

Then, the strange light seemed afraid, and began to dim. The only thing left to do was run away. So, ross turned toward the tan uniformed female and began to pick up speed. But, as he made way past the female, he tripped, and feel face first into the side of her head. A sharp pain receded from the strands of the female's hair, as though they had been spiked with knives.

Ross stepped back from the accidental crash between the two organisms. His face, neck, and shoulders began to bleed. What was the cause? Perhaps her hair? Then, the blood seeped into his eyes and the natural glow became bright blue, and so strong it could blind bats if looked straight into. He tried to open his mouth to create noise to indicate pain, but nothing came out. The only thing he could do was place his hands against his neck and let his eyes roll back from the blood loss.

Then, he shut his eyes and the glow began to slowly dim. Whatever had happened surely couldn't be the female's fault? No, it could...

...But the light didn't know this time.

Emma looked around in panic as several more people arrived. The glowing man was... clearly not a threat if his running away was any indication, but the rest of them could very well be extremely dangerous. None of the people who surrounded her seemed to be any less than human-at least, not after she parsed the real from the hallucination- which was odd for this place, but that didn't make them any less threatening.

If this turned into a fight and her opponents were on par with her she wouldn't last past round 1, "Don't come any closer." she says seriously, taking up a more balanced stance, glancing between the two sides of her and assessing which way would be easier to escape through.

She briefly looks down at the glowing man, and is momentarily hit with the urge to perhaps try and help him, but that urge is quickly stomped flat by the massive flash of light that started to emanate from him, blinding her entirely for a minute and making her stagger back from it, more towards Ilona.

Violet

It was perfectly dark save for the light purple bioluminescent glow it emitted. It looked down the left hall. There were doors lining a stony grey hallway, many of them smaller than it's door which lay crumpled on the ground in front of it. It looked down the right hall. More of the same. It's glow shifted to a strong yellowish orange color as it felt uncertain of it's path. It's color reflected a tone of desperation in it hence why the color was as vivid as it was. Whichever way it decided to go, it needed to find food soon. It was starving and it took quite a lot of effort just to beat it's six inch thick metal door down. It felt quite ill from just how hungry it was.

At random it picked the left path to travel down. It flickered from it's general violet color to a very light blue as it's body ached from a lack of proper sustenance. In it's feet in the distance it could feel the vibrations in the ground in a rhythmic walking pattern. If it'd had to have guessed it would of assumed it was some form of humanoid given the tone and the rhythm at which it moved. Not long after it had felt the sound traveling through the stone floors of the compound it picked up a scent. It was a most delicious scent, one that it was well familiar with.

Magic.


It picked up it's pace, lumbering forward with purpose now as it was drawn by the intoxicating smell of something magical. What it approached was a small cluster of humanoids standing together just down the hall. From most appearances these figures were human but given the diverse number of occupants it has seen brought and kept in this place it knew better than to simply judge humanoids off their appearance.

It knew it couldn't sneak up on anything in as dark an environment as this given the fact that it glowed. It would be pointless to try and take these small human looking entities by surprise so it didn't make any attempt to. It also knew that it had no idea what these strangers were capable of. It knew little of the idea behind prisons but this cavern seemed to host a whole variety of unique creatures, many of which were human in appearance which made things confusing for it. Stepping up with caution it decided to hail the strangers before it would decide just what to do next.


It's core glowed orange and it gave a series of flashes in a precise pattern. There was one short flash followed by two longer flashes, the spaces in between flashes being as long as the flashes themselves. Quick flashes were barely a second long while longer flashes tended to last precisely three seconds. For those who understood it's language it was a clear message of warning.

It's core shifted to a faintly orange tinted yellow color and proceeded to flash again. This time it was one short flash followed by two longer flashes which was followed by one more short flash. What it was trying to tell them was that it didn't want to fight. While it was driven quite heavily by hunger it was a still a reasoning and logical fungus based creature. It's desire to discuss matters with others and avoid conflict since it was particularly weak right now was high and it simply wasn't confident that it could win against a large a group as this, especially since it knew little about their capabilities. Only two entities present seemed to possess magical energy, the closest of which seemed to conceal itself in the darkness.

It awaited to see how they'd respond. It was far enough that it might be able to escape if it thought they were too dangerous for it to beat. Violet was starving but it didn't glow the purple color of wisdom because it was reckless. It knew better than to jump into a fight without knowing what to expect.

Ilona reaches out to stop the girl as if she were about to fall. "Don't worry I got you." She said with a caring smile. "Are you ok?"

She then looks over and sees the creature. She stands there studying it.

Reien noticed that her sudden arrival seemed to have set something off amongst the others. For one, the glowing man appeared to be stricken with panic at the combined presence of the entities among him. He tried to run past the direction Reien came from but ended up colliding with her. As Reien slowly picked herself up, she noticed that some of her strands had blood on them. It appeared to have injured the man but, she thinks he'll live.

"Still the oddest one out of us around here though so if he was wary of us, then the others may not be what they seem yet..." She glanced at the others.

"Don't come any closer..." The teenaged girl takes a stance that was strangely familiar. It was the same stance that the people she "experimented" on before drawing their last breath. It was an obvious act of defiance. Nevertheless, this situation doesn't really call for infighting. The other girl helped this human up as she almost fell.

"I'm just passing through..." Reien uttered as she cautiously made her way past the two girls, whose back was turned to the corridor she needs to pass through, placing her hands in her skirt pockets as a show of non-aggression. It was a bluff however, as those who are aware of what she truly is can attest to.

As she neared the two girls, she felt a new presence enter. Turning her back, she spotted a mushroom-like creature sending out signals of light to them. Was it its way of communication? Reien wasn't sure. Even if it is, there's no way she can decipher it. She took a step back, almost near the other girls and observed the glowing man and the mushroom at the same time. If worst comes to worst, she wondered if she was to fight or not.

"As much as i would like to stay and help I need to find a to escape." She says as she puts her hand on the wall. Where she places her hand it glows red. She then moves her hand and blows. A small portion just big enough for one person is blown away like dust. "Come if you want." This was her chance. She may be able to get them to follow her so they can all leave. Or she might die.

Emma shrugged off the help almost fearfully, pressing herself against the opposite wall and closing her eyes as if trying to compose herself, which was certainly what she was attempting to do. She took deep breaths for a few seconds before reevaluating her surroundings, not surprised to find a giant mushroom at one end of the hall, and Ross slowly bleeding out where Reien had left him. A brief moral impulse seized on her; she wasn't a bad person despite all that she'd done after all, and it was certainly something of a fluke that he'd injured himself.

So when Reien passed and Ilona blew a wall away, she spoke quietly, "He's hurt..." she says as she rushes to his side, kneeling down next to him and evaluating his wounds. She'd learned after excruciating trial-and-error how to use her abilities for healing, but it still wasn't something she was entirely sure of. She looks up at the fungus... thing for a moment and waves meekly, not sure if the thing was hostile or not, "Um, hi."

Not fazed by this too much, she started to bit by bit, reconstruct Ross' flesh out of particles from the air. It was extremely slow, and took almost all of her focus to keep the immense energy that the atomic fusion -necessary for the task- caused dissipating. When she was done after about five minutes, and of course he didn't wake up immediately, she stood a bit nervously, not sure if she'd done it right.

As Spinx waited above the small group more 'people' began to funnel in, bringing the congregation to six creatures including him. Apart from light-boy and the blonde-haired girl who had been here first, two more females joined the group as well as a mushroom of some sorts that emitted a purple light. Light. While still indistinguishable from other shadows around him, the shadows would disappear if too much more light came in, revealing him. Sliding slowly along the wall, he streamed through the cracks in the plaster, concrete, and steel. Pooling unnoticed in this small crenelations, Sphinx watched more.

Light-boy began to panic, eyes taking a crazed state as he looked around him anxiously. Twitching, he ran towards auburn at full tilt. Tripping, he smashed face first into the girl's hair. As light-boy pulled away from auburn, blood dripped from his face, lacerations criss-crossing where hair had come in contact with skin. A most interesting power: it appeared her hair had become a weapon, sharp enough to cut someone from a simple brush against them. Whether she had control over them was yet to be established.

Light exploded from the boy. Silently shrieking in pain at the unexpected intrusion, Sphinx flew upwards and away, receding from the group. It didn't like surprises, especially ones such as that. He should have expected some sort of super-bright reaction at some point simply not here. It would need to be more careful lest the light reveal him as an extraneous shadow. Secrecy was everything. Crawling slowly back towards the group, the second blonde moved away, blasting a hole through a nearby wall shortly after placing her hand on it. So much destruction in this place. It suited him as long as there remained living creatures to terrorize.

Dropping to the floor along the walls, Sphinx chilled his form and began to surreptitiously move along the shadows on the floor, forming a ring around the three people. It avoided the mushroom creature. With no measure of its abilities other than glowing naturally, Sphinx was not sure whether it could harm him or not. Emanations from it felt similar to that of necromancers. They had foolishly assumed magic could keep shades trapped. The undead souls were not as simple as that, no. Tendrils crept up along the shadows on the bodies of the people, causing cold to seep into them. Reaching the ears of blonde and auburn, it began to whisper, a faint noise that would appear to come from nowhere. Time to see what he could do with these mortals.

Ross began to wake up. Yet, not in the Asylum he was once at. He awoke in some sort of all white room, with nothing but the strange light to guide him around it. It had the same architecture as the small commonplace hallway of the Asylum, with statues of the former beings that surrounded Ross. Suddenly, Ross began to hear voices, two of them.

One began to speak many languages into Ross's right ear, possibly to teach him to communicate with the other if he is to return to them. The other voice being strange whispers, with a strange sounding voice to them. Ross bounced some light signals (like radio waves) around the reconstructed room, hoping to find the source of them. The light signals pinged around the room, finding nothing to create the whispers. It was as though the whispers were an interference to Ross's subconscious. It seemed like it wasn't directed toward him, either...

Then, once the language-telling voice silenced, Ross kicked back into life. He looked around, to see that the original female he was following before was sitting in front of him, reconstructing his badly damaged face with, what seemed like, nothing. A strange mushroom beast was now there, too. The others, like the woman he tripped into and the others, were also there.

Ross, without even wanting to move from where he currently lay, sat up and made a sound;

"Ross Phei! "

The sound was what seemed to be human english. Something Ross didn't know he knew. Nay, it was the strange light that had made the noise, not Ross. Ross was just it's physical cage, a Husk, for it to play with and move around with. Suddenly, he began to hear the same interference-like whispers from the dreamstate...

...There was something very, very dark near them.

Reien watched on as one of the other girls blew away a portion of the wall just big enough for them to fit inside. "I see. Instead of going "around" the halls, attempting to escape by breaking "through" walls might yield better results." Her eyes moved back and forth between the mushroom and the new hole. Something about that rather large mushroom didn't sit well with her.

"I think I'll take up the offer--" As she was about to follow, an unusual sensation permeated throughout her body. It wasn't the cold of the place either. It was as if her own body temperature dropped down. She began to feel a little light-headed, prompting her to close her eyes.

Upon opening them, she found herself in her inner world: A collective imagery formed from her own memories and experiences. It was a small room with several closets and a full-body mirror. Behind her stood an exact copy of herself. She turned to face it, as soon as she heard it speak.

"For what purpose do you live?" It asked her. Before she could speak up, it showed her all of her past experiences in a fashion similar to viewing a film only, it was being played on the mirror. The first time she doubted herself, getting stabbed, the time she was among the bullied, even up to the point of her murders. Every grisly detail laid bare. "Was there any meaning to the series of actions you took? Was there a need to kill them? Would your life be any different had you let them live?"

"I...guess..." Reien answered back in her usual deadpan expression and tone though there was a bit of reluctance to it.

"I knew it. You feel no empathy. You lack any understanding of the things which makes us human." Her clone made its way towards her and whispered in her ear: "You're a monster, Misuzaki Reien-san. You are an existence that only serves its own needs: Unaccepted and redundant in the long run. It is best if you just disappear, don't you think?"

"Maybe so, but--" Reien immediately stabbed her image, piercing her thighs and wrists and raised her above. "It's exactly as you said: I'm no human."

Reien opened her eyes. She was back to this reality. She glanced at the mushroom, then at the other girl who was apparently helping the glowing man. Taking a step back, she walked towards the crack the other woman made. Just as she was about to disappear however, she muttered a few things which, thanks to the silence, was fairly audible.

"Your self-suggestion won't work on me. I have neither desire nor attachment to begin with. I have no qualms about disappearing right here and now but, that's a bridge I'll cross once I get there. Until then, I'll just have to keep moving for a bit." She glanced back at the entourage she was leaving. "Apparently, I've misjudged how many beings are currently in this area."

She caught up to the girl who created the crack. She wasn't sure whether or not to strike a conversation but, she isn't exactly the type who can keep one going anyway.

Violet

Unfortunately this chance meeting only served to make this situation all the more confusing. In a bit of a hectic bundle everyone was doing something else. One female had managed to break a part of the wall next to her with her hand, a curious technique but not exactly impressive to it. It had just finished smashing down a barrier far stronger than the stone that these walls comprised of earlier.

The female with light brown hair noticed it well but seemed more concerned with talking to the others or just speaking to herself. She seemed to smell slightly of magic, though it might of just been something near her. With multiple scents in the area it was difficult to tell if hers was genuine or simply a red herring. The one that glowed with magic had passed out after injuring himself before shining with a radiant flash. Due to this brilliant light illuminating this area there was a distortion around Violet for others to see. The light near it seemed to flow into it as it passively absorbed the magical light that was being emitted. It's whole body was bathed in the delightful taste of magic, just enough to whet it's appetite.


The female with very light blonde hair seemed to be the only one among them to of audibly acknowledged it even though it didn't understand the language she spoke. She then proceeded to do something that was far more impressive to it. She was healing flesh without using magic. It knew well of magical healing as well as natural regeneration and even healing others through chemical application but this was none of those. She was generating intense energy to create skin to patch the glowing one back up. Truly this was a prime example of just how little it knew of the worlds beyond and it knew the fact it did not know just as well.

There was one scent here that it could not locate immediately. Something was concealed in the darker portions of the room. Slowly stepping closer as to not make any sudden movements and startle the humanoids it approached them, it's violet bioluminescent light illuminating the area nearer to them. There it could now tell as certain shadows could be seen interacting oddly the light as opposed to the other shadows. It unnatural shadows seemed to have clung up to the humanoids so it seemed to Violet that it might be one of their doing. If that was so it was wary of trying to touch it in case it agitated the crowd all of a sudden.


It thought hard about trying to communicate with them, it's violet light growing deeper and more vivid in tone as it's pondering intensified. It recalled that humanoids sometimes gave items to each other and it seemed to make them happy. It thought that perhaps if it offered something to one of them then it might be able to win it's trust. It was amused by it's own clever use of non-verbal communication, shifting it's core to a pleasantly light green color. All that was left were minor details like what it was going to give and to who.

Looking around it looked towards the hole and came to a clever realization. There were rocks left over after that one humanoid blew open part of the wall. It figured that it could give on them one of those rocks and it would be suitable. Slowly and steadily it picked up a rock with great care as to how close it stood near the humanoids before turning to the very light blonde one with green eyes. It extended it's hand, it's palm upturned and open. In it's hand a piece of rubble sat, ushered towards her as it tried to indicate that it wanted her to have it.

It was time to wait and see just how successful it's attempt at interspecies diplomacy was.

Ilona went into the cell of the wall she just blew up. Scavenging the parts from inside. it was the back wall and it seems that whatever was in there left. I'm going to need a weapon. They may need some too. She seen the mushroom giving a rock to the teen. she laughed in her own head a little. then got the idea of making stone weapons. It did not take as long and took less energy. she picks up rocks of her own and melds them in her hands to make daggers and short swords. They arnt the best but they will due If she had a bit more components she could make a fire arm. "Anyone know how to use one of these?"

"You could throw them I guess..." Reien spoke up as Ilona picked up a rock from the debris of the wall she blew up. "Though it probably won't do much depending on what you'll use it against."

She watched the mushroom try to offer the stones to the blonde girl helping the glowing man up. "Is it trying to communicate?" Reien tried thinking of something. Whether or not it can understand human speech is unknown to her or not but, even if it did, it doesn't seem to be capable of answering back. So she took a smaller yet sharper piece and approached the three. She wrote on the ground, in a handwriting that was larger than her usual one, just so the words are visible enough to human or non-human eyes.

"Can you understand what we are talking about?" Reien wrote. She took a step back and checked out what was beyond the wall the other girl destroyed earlier. It was rather dark and so it was hard to see but Reien could feel that the temperature there was also colder. It's not the closed-off cold though. This one was--wind?

"Can anyone light the path going through here?" Reien addressed the others. She thought of the glowing man. After the healing session, she wondered if he was well enough to move. The strange feeling of being watched was still strong, and Reien wanted to get away from it as soon as possible.

Ankth further approached the group, his knife holster beginning to vibrate. He readied himself for either friends or foe. As he got closer, he steered away from the strange glowing woman.

"Hello, I come in... Peace," he said. His light grey skin glistening and his eyes darting. "Don't shoot!" he warned the strange human carrying some kind of weapon box. His holster began to vibrate even more, as his satchel began to float upwards, toward his hands.