Lorien Garde discussion

((Ooh, pretty car...))

"Hell yeah. We'll make it a party." She bared her teeth in a vicious grin.

Nine smirked, shifting into a lion once more and promptly tore the roof off of the car, leaping over two rows of seats to shred the driver. The sounds of ripping fabric were animalistic as her claws tore over the shoulders of the driver side of the car. Quickly shifting back, Nine reached over the seat for eight to either take them to the next car or back to their car.

"Crazy's what I do." Nine ran her tongue over her teeth. "Your turn."

Kat reached into the back and easily located the chest Boy #1 was talking about. It was open, and the loric salt was towards the top. "How much?" she asked, lifting the bag up into her lap.

Kat nodded and fed Anna a pinch. She seemed to relax after just a few minutes, and Kat calmed down with her. "So. What is your name?" She had always imagined this moment, but in her mind it had gone a little differently. No Mogs, for one, and her Cêpan in good health.

((Sudden realization that I think I left her chest at her house... *facepalm* Oh well.))

((Did you mean Seen or Seven?))

"I'm Kat. Or Five." She hadn't referred to herself as that for a while.

Nine settled back into the seat. "Where are we headed?"

Kat shook her head. Anna had her eyes closed, so she couldn't see Kat's concern. She was not doing well.

"Do you have medical supplies there?" Nine glanced at the Cepan, who wasn't looking well.

A glint of metal caught the light and a subtle weapon became more apparent as Nine displayed it for Eight. The silver bagh nakh on her left hand moved and bent as she wiggled her fingers a bit, the claws sharpened to a point. "How'd you like this near your junk?" Nine's eyes narrowed and she arched a brow. The blades on her hand were awfully sharp...

"I'll show you gentle..." Nine began muttering under her breath about men, hormones, and a few other choice words.

"Please—" There was something in Kat's voice as she looked to the other boy and girl. What was it, desperation? "Can this wait?"