The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

(I had her character initially able to change clothes with her power, but someone commented on her still having the same clothes and that made sense to me, so... She has no clothes now.)

Chion backed in between the bars, avoiding stepping on the yoke with her large feet. It was weird not having fingers. She'd been a bird before, but their wings and feathers still felt a lot like arms and hands with long fingers for swimming through the air. This felt very different. Her wrist was a third of the way up her arm leaving her little mobility for doing anything other than walking. Her stubby rounded toes in place of her fingers and normal toes were only useful for getting rocks stuck in them. She wondered what exactly she was going to do about clothes this time, but for now it didn't matter.

"Would someone put this thing on me so we can get going?" Her words came out as a mix of grunts and bleating. Great, I sound like a dying laef-fawn. She thought to herself rolling her eyes. Instead of trying to speak again she pawed at the yoke lying on the ground.
Noah noticed Chion-the-mole-thing was pawing at the yoke and he decided to pick it up and put it over he shoulders and put a harness over her head.
 
While Seina distracted the guards, Ashira slipped into the room. This place felt awful. Something about it didn’t feel right. Then she sensed Take, and she began to move toward the place where she could hear screams. Her heart raced, but something kept her moving through her fear.
The chamber was mostly quiet except for the rattling of Takes chains and bonds. Words of self motivation filling his thoughts, trying to distract himself from the crippling pain. He was suddenly torn away from them when his keen hearing picked up the sound of someone carefully opening and closing the doors to the room. His eye lids cracked open for a peek, feeling the pain crash over him like waves. He saw the little girl in the dark, his eyes widening with a mixture of confusion and dismay. That’s the self-sacrifice girl from the cafeteria.. What is she doing here? Where are Kipp and the others? Take peered up at the masked man who was still inflicting mental torture on him, I have to help her out with this punk.. He began to vigorously build up saliva in his mouth, and when he felt like he had enough, he lifted himself up with his shoulders and spurted it over the man’s masked face, hoping his handicap would be stalled for a moment.
 
The chamber was mostly quiet except for the rattling of Takes chains and bonds. Words of self motivation filling his thoughts, trying to distract himself from the crippling pain. He was suddenly torn away from them when his keen hearing picked up the sound of someone carefully opening and closing the doors to the room. His eye lids cracked open for a peek, feeling the pain crash over him like waves. He saw the little girl in the dark, his eyes widening with a mixture of confusion and dismay. That’s the self-sacrifice girl from the cafeteria.. What is she doing here? Where are Kipp and the others? Take peered up at the masked man who was still inflicting mental torture on him, I have to help her out with this punk.. He began to vigorously build up saliva in his mouth, and when he felt like he had enough, he lifted himself up with his shoulders and spurted it over the man’s masked face, hoping his handicap would be stalled for a moment.
“What? Why’d you spit on me?” The man retaliated by sending fresh pain rushing through Take.
 
“What? Why’d you spit on me?” The man retaliated by sending fresh pain rushing through Take.
Ashira held up a single finger over her lips, looking at Take, silently asking him to stay quiet about her presence. While the man was distracted, she was able to sneak up behind him. She pulled out the powder, put some in her hands, and, in one fast movement, clamped the powdery hand over his nose and mouth from behind.
 
Ashira held up a single finger over her lips, looking at Take, silently asking him to stay quiet about her presence. While the man was distracted, she was able to sneak up behind him. She pulled out the powder, put some in her hands, and, in one fast movement, clamped the powdery hand over his nose and mouth from behind.
The man fought a bit, the mask prevented him from immediately inhaling, but then he sucked in a breath.
Thud. He landed on the hard ground. Not only was he unconscious, he probably had a bad concussion.
 
The man fought a bit, the mask prevented him from immediately inhaling, but then he sucked in a breath.
Thud. He landed on the hard ground. Not only was he unconscious, he probably had a bad concussion.
She winced. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but there was nothing she could do now. Ashira grabbed him by the torso and managed to drag his body underneath some junk so that he would be hidden, though arranged it so he would be able to breathe. “Let’s get you out of here,” she said to Take, grabbing the straps holding him down and pulling. “Do you know where Kipp is? He should’ve been here unless he ran into trouble with the others.”
 
“What? Why’d you spit on me?” The man retaliated by sending fresh pain rushing through Take.

She winced. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but there was nothing she could do now. Ashira grabbed him by the torso and managed to drag his body underneath some junk so that he would be hidden, though arranged it so he would be able to breathe. “Let’s get you out of here,” she said to Take, grabbing the straps holding him down and pulling. “Do you know where Kipp is? He should’ve been here unless he ran into trouble with the others.”
Take laid back down after his small assault and couldn’t help but laugh in amusement through the scuffle between the man and Ashira. Probably a hint of derangement or just his own casual self. He stopped laughing and tilted his head lazily at Ashira, “No I don’t.” he replied simply. Since the masked man was no longer inflicting pain on him, he could still feel it, like a electric current was still surging through his veins. The aftereffects.
 
Take laid back down after his small assault and couldn’t help but laugh in amusement through the scuffle between the man and Ashira. Probably a hint of derangement or just his own casual self. He stopped laughing and tilted his head lazily at Ashira, “No I don’t.” he replied simply. Since the masked man was no longer inflicting pain on him, he could still feel it, like a electric current was still surging through his veins. The aftereffects.
What if something happened to him? She shook off the thought. After a big of tugging, she managed to break the straps. “Let’s get out of here and get back to Sein, then we can look for Kipp. Can you walk?”
 
"I think- I think so." Startled out of his private conversation with Korim, Ciro's nervous smile was the dictionary definition of sheepish. He knew they had a teleporter among them, but after sweeping a cursory glance around the people nearest to them, he was ashamed to admit he hadn't the faintest idea who it was. "Sorry, I should've been listening better."
"I wasn't listening either, don't worry." Aella shrugged it off, following his gaze around the group. When it became evident he was trying to figure out who the teleporter was, she beckoned towards Aria with a hand. "Her. Aria. She's the teleporter." She had done her best to figure out everyone's names and abilities, and kept track of them. "Hopefully she'll get out of here quicker."
 

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