Post UnHonorable War

"urgh fine." holding up his Revolver at the Pit Fiend.

"You... People don't get it do you?" Miguel said, still leaning against the wall, seemingly more reliant on its support.
"All he will do is rip you open and force forward his stagnant research to the best of his slim ability."

Miguel stood up slowly, drinking out of a bottle of hard liquor and stabilizing.

"When the guard comes, they will kill us. When the guard comes, they will kill him. Just wait, and we'll both be dead." Miguel said, firing his pistol up into the air.
"Now we die quicker."

Miguel responded to this by holstering his gun in his jacket and pocketing the important looking parts of the man's suit for future use.

"We should get some sleep now, as the Honor Guard... at least back in Spain were most active at night." Miguel said.

Standing up Joshua says, "Fine... But I only have one more thing that I can use like that... and it is my shield... if we are attacked again.. I think that we will be screwed." He picks up Tyler and checks his pulse.

Emir putting his revolver on his neck, "Well that was melodramatic, I got everything I need for now, where we going anyways?"

"How can you be so relaxed? We have the Honor Guard and the Pit Fiends at our tail, and we know," she stopped to mumble, "at least the lessons state..." She continued a little louder. "That the Pit Fiends are never by themselves. We can't just wait to be killed. We have to move. Urgently."

She released the air trapped inside her lungs. "That was just a helpful suggestion. If... If none of you want to I suppose all I can do is bet the chances of my survival on your luck."

"I actually have to agree with her... we should get out of here... and go to our hiding spot... we may be safer there."

Emir staring at Gabrielle, "well, I'm relaxed since there's no point panicking, don't you think?"
now looking away from her as he opens the chamber of his revolver, getting bullets from his pocket.
"Well, where is it then?" looking at Josh as he snaps the chamber back.

"How am I meant to know it isn't my hidden shack that we are headed to." Josh still trying to wake up Tyler.

"huh...." looking under his pillow and finding a large red needle-like bullet with a small inscription on the side: animus excessum.

Putting it in his pocket. "Here, let's carry this Tyler Guy and go to your Hidden Shack whatever." he begins to get Tyler's legs to lift him.

Joshua lifts up his upper body, "okay we have Tyler... now lead the way."

Gabrielle made a face like she just spilled milk on her pancakes. "Did he just call me 'Gab'? Furthermore, did he just dash out of the door in a selfless act of peer-protection?"

(rofl.)

"Pretty much." snickering as he goes outside of the shelter.

Joshua says, "Well lets get going... we don't want to be caught now do we." he looks at Gabrielle and smiles before walking out.

"I saw that, having a crush on the Frenchie girl?" his head looking toward to the sky and spinning his revolver chamber.

Joshua blushes for a moment he speaks kinda startled, "uh..." then speaking in a maner making it obvious that he knows exactly what he means but is trying to hide it and failing horribly and nervously rubbing the back of his head with his right hand, "what do you mean? eh-heh."

"you make it too obvious..." beginning to laugh as he puts the revolver in his belt.
walking toward to Josh, "What's with the blushing? afraid of the truth?" his slit on his forehead seems to open, as if it's gonna attack him.

"No.... and are you doing that moving scar thing on purpose?... and if so how?" he says pointing at Ermir's forehead, (btw if you ever get the ability to smell stuff like pheromones tell me , I will start posting what I would emit, ... you would be able to tell peoples intentions and yada yada.)

Alevon rubs the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb as though he is caught in an embarrassing situation he is troubled with/is partially sickened by...he gathers his things and walks out the door, and stands on the doorstep looking at the area around him

"Why don't we go find no man's land?" Miguel asked.
"Also known as... Where to?"

Alevon inhales deeply..."It is clear that we can neither stay in one place long nor expose ourselves to the public, and we need supplies. We should head down one state, purchase supplies, and then travel north, as to distract and confuse those on our trail. Now, I have $500 cash in my pocket, we can use that. Now, the question is, how do we start? Perhaps we can take a car from a poor neighborhood, somewhere clear of public interest." Alevon continues staring outside

"Wait... a money trail... that's brilliant!" Joshua pulls out his wallet and takes out several credit cards, "I could give a few of these to some people and they would be followed rather than us when being traced."