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Of all the multitudes present across the expanse of the Lower Ward, Wynonna hates all the damned smoke clogging up the sky.

It’s yet another day in the bowels of Sigil, the curvature of the firmament and its metal cityscape framed by that ever-waxing-waning light, and the captain of the Cardinal watches with barely-concealed amusement as an argument unfolds before her, three hours in the making, boiling in a cauldron of contempt and distrust. Aurora Carter is a force to be reckoned with, and when faced with a man trying his honest best to sell them spare parts at the price of a week’s wages at minimum—well. Even Wynonna herself cannot stop the woman from brewing up a hell of a temper’s storm.

At the very least, perhaps she must put a stop to this once and for all, lest they stay here all day. “That will be all, Mister Trelawney.” A hand is raised to stop the mechanic’s protests. “I daresay those prices are ridiculous enough without all this drivel accompanying them,” she intones, every syllable parched dry and sharp, “so we shall take ourselves elsewhere. Good day.”

Wynonna turns on her heel, pushes through the door as the chime of a bell heralds their exit from the shop, and once more, they are back on the streets of

“Imbecilic airhead,” her First Officer grumbles behind her, and no, she is not having that.

“Now, now, Miss Carter, what did I tell you about badmouthing—”

She stops, something out of the ordinary caught at the edge of her vision’s periphery.

A mismatched collection of individuals scattered about. Fascinating. Why, it rather feels like an omen of sorts, Wynonna muses, her boots clacking against the stone tiles as she moves closer towards them, drawn by curiosity like a moth to a flame.

“Good morn, gentlemen, ladies,” she greets them crisply, tipping her top hat as her gaze flickers over the ragtag motley crew with impassive calculation, “may I help you? You don’t quite look like you’re locals.” Aurora huffs, her unease when faced with Primes very much apparent, but the Captain urges everyone’s attention in her direction by gesturing out to the darkened landscape of the Lower Ward. “What brings you all to the Bird Cage?”



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The industrial heart of Sigil blackened the skies above with acrid sulfuric smoke and a blaze of multiple shades and chemically altered flames that burned low. The sounds of massive machines groaning with their gears turning and their massive frames aching to sustain the rate of production needed to keep this city functional. Hammers, saws, and many other tools blended into a symphony of instruments that joined the already hectic orchestra of noises. This was Sigil alright, and they needed to start moving. They had only so much time before they’d be potential stuck here or somewhere in the multiverse. 


So with a quick hug from Jack, she was ready to move. However she needed to address the men, they had just risked certain death for her and they needed to know that she was grateful just to have them here. Especially the little one, life couldn’t of gotten harder for Khaki. Blonde had recently found out of the loss their mutual friend, and while she intended to rectify this with violence and revenge (a completely underrated feeling by the way) she had to get this feeling across to the kid. 


Approaching Khaki, Miss Blonde put a hand on her shoulder and spoke plainly and sincerely. 


”Thank you, you’re a good friend. I’m sorry I can be a real bitch sometimes. I’m sorry about The Mistress and I’m sorry about Break. They’d be proud of you.” Blonde have her a pat on the shoulder before turning off to address the Cleric.


”Cleric. You’re right when you say there’s no time to waste. Get everyone on their feet, and give anyone suffering from fatigue or injuries a pick me up. We have to move fast if we’re going to make the objective.” Blonde then turned to face the group, and before she could give a speech she was confronted by one of the locals. 


What Wynonna would see was an oddity. A group of mixed species, people, and creeds. Yet they all shared a common bond if Wynonna was perceptive enough. They were all incredibly dangerous people who weren’t here to take in the sights and explore the culture of Sigil. Most wore their weapons plainly and carried an air of menace and danger about them, yet they were not visually hostile towards the local woman and whoever she kept in her company.  The truth of the matter was that they held no ill will towards Sigil, yet if any of its occupants stood in their way there would be no qualms over leaving a trail of corpses in their wake. 


So with zero fear, Blonde reached into her coat as if for a weapon only to produce a decent sized cloth bag. With the bag in hand she tossed it at the feet of Wynonna and it hit the ground with the clink and clang of what was clearly gold and jewels. Wynonna was well dressed, carried herself like a person who didn’t belong here with the workers and lower class, and while Blonde was more than certain that she likely couldn’t be trusted. They simply didn’t have the time to find, vet, and secure a proper guide. They had a few steps to complete before making it back to her home dimension, so this would have to suffice. 


”The Fortune’s Wheel in the Lady’s Ward. Take us there, my associates and I are all very hungry and could use some food and entertainment.” Blonde said with her mask augmenting the robotic pitch to her voice. 


That was their first stop. She made sure that the rest of her men could hear that, and made sure that her crew knew this was their destination  on what was probably going to be a very destructive path.

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Lady of Pain have mercy, but this ill-assorted group rather seems to be like a company of savages, if only for the way that they quite clearly showed themselves fully armed and menacing, not to mention the manner in which the robotic individual had thrown the cloth sack at her feet as if uncaring as to what lies within the bag, and with those distinct noises she hears, the contents ultimately seem to be baubles of wealth. Wynonna needs not shift her gaze in Aurora’s direction to know the disparaging turn of her thoughts pertaining to the individuals before them.

Sigil is a dangerous place for such transparency when it comes to one’s possessions, but really, where is the fun in telling them such when they appear to already be prepared for such complications to arise?

”The Fortune’s Wheel in the Lady’s Ward. Take us there, my associates and I are all very hungry and could use some food and entertainment.”

Wynonna raises an eyebrow, shares a faintly entertained glance with her First Officer. It’s not quite the diversion she had been expecting when she had first approached them, but still: it is altogether promising.

After a brief moment of unspoken words passed between the two women, Aurora Carter extends a gloved hand decked in clockwork mechanisms, and with a soft clank of gears shifting, the bag begins to rise into the air as if drawn towards the woman’s grasp. When it reaches the palm of her hand, she then stows it away in the folds of her coat. With all that said and done, Wynonna claps her hands together to draw the focus back towards her.

“Perhaps I was mistaken, madame, in thinking you so clueless.” The woman smiles as she adjusts her glasses to better squint in the group’s direction. “Captain Wynonna Sinclaire, at your service, and this here is Miss Aurora Carter, my First Officer. You all appear to be rather formidable folk, but then, who isn’t, in the depths of the Lower Ward?” She chuckles and tilts her head as she gives each and every one of them a onceover. “You say you need to get to the Fortune’s Wheel? Aye, I can get you there. If you’ll follow us, we’ll be headed on back to my ship. The Cardinal is one of the fastest vessels in Sigil’s skies; we’ll arrive at the Lady’s Ward in no time.” With that, Wynonna inclines her head and gestures in the direction she begins walking off to, leading the group should they choose to follow the two women through the darkened streets.


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Khaki barely felt Blonde's pat on her shoulders. The woman's words were more than enough to send another turmoil of emotions roiling within the little girl's weak heart.

She was reminded yet again of the loss of her dear friend, Break. Will Khaki ever meet that boy again? She did hope in heart that someday Break might return again, no matter how illogical such thoughts were.

Khaki would have been disheartened if she believed that the dead stayed dead for long. There was the Mistress after all and even if that bitch died there was no way in her that the Mistress won't claw her way out of the afterlife and back into the world of the living.

Break too, might someday find the will to return and Khaki will be here waiting...

As Blonde's comforting hand left her shoulder's Khakina responded with a slight nod and a soft whisper.

"Thank you."

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”Then we’re in agreement.” Blonde said as she stepped forward. 


The black reflective lenses of her mask stared into Wynonna. It was simply threatening in nature. An introduction of what and who she was, and what she was capable of. Wynonna knew nothing of Blonde, but in that moment it was a glare of a woman who had not only seen death, but had caused it on a mass scale. The kind of look that even through the faceless expression of a gas mask, conveyed that she and her associates would burn down and kill everything Wynonna had ever known or loved if she dared crossed her. 


Looking back to her crew of killers and mercenaries she gave the word. 


”We’re Oscar Mike, people! Let’s move!” Blonde said in a more than commanding tone. 


Some time later. 


High above the sky’s of Sigil on the airship of the Captain Sinclaire, Blonde and her crew had flown for a few good minutes. The city and its wards looked like ants beneath them. Yet Blonde kept her composure despite memories flooding back to her. Memories of raids, heists, and retaliatory attacks that had all begun from the sky. At the bow of the ship, Blonde and Jack stood there together. Secluded from everyone else, the couple remained there side by side. Doubt and worry filled her mind. 


”Am I just sending everyone to our deaths?” It was the first piece of personal speech she had said to Jack in the few moments of downtime that they had. 


”I’ve been gone for months, what if they’re dead or worse? What if I wasn’t fast enough to return home?” Blonde asked Jack as her hand clutched her mask in a deep sense of worry.


”You don’t know what I’ve done, Jack. You don’t know how big a target I’ve painted on myself and my children.” Blonde was a confident leader, but when it came to her children and her family, she was like any worrisome mother and provider. 


The dichotomy between ruthless Crime Lord and caring mother would be very obvious to Jack, and the woman was simply starting to think more and more as they neared their objective. 


As for the rest of the crew and mercenaries, they were given strict instructions to ready themselves. Not for combat of course. They were told to conceal their weapons, and dress in any fashion that seemed fitting for an establishment as fine as the Fortune’s Wheel in the Lady’s Ward. 


The airship began to push down towards the nearest landing pad. Everyone had been briefed and soon they would be in the Fortune’s Wheel. The next step of the plan would begin. Hopefully everyone was ready and set to go to start a little mayhem.

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John listened silently as his lover revealed her deepest insecurities, her fear that she hadn't been fast enough, that she could not be forgiven for what she had done. It was something they talked about often when it was just the two of them. Blonde was able to project an air of absolute authority when dealing with her subordinates, but in many ways it was just an act. She would back up her talk if forced to, but it would haunt her later. 

He couldn't entirely understand it; he had never felt bad about killing anyone, but he could understand regret and uncertainty. So he would help her through it as best he could; be her support when she needed it. Jack pulled her in close, and looked down at her with a loving smile.

"I know everything I need to know. No matter who your enemies are, whether I know about them beforehand or not, I will kill them just the same. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine; and that means the good and the bad. It includes those kids, who by the way are alive, and waiting for you. But we won't keep them waiting long."

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”I really don’t deserve you.” Blonde said while holding on tight to him as well. 


As far as moments went, it was on the tender side. Comforting and reassuring that everything was going to be ok. Blonde needed it, the last few months had been the most nerve wracking and stressful of her life. Jack had a first row seat to the show of watching her unravel under the crushing weight of losing  everything and almost everyone who meant something to her. All she had left when arriving in Val was Mister Orange. He and Jack had helped her keep grounded, and in this moment she was focused once again by Jack’s ability to reassure her. But like all moments inevitably do, it ended. 



The ship touched down and everyone was mobile once again. Destination The Fortune’s Wheel in the Lady’s Ward. Now the Lady’s Ward was far from the beating heart of industry where everyone from criminals to hard working factory employees toiled. No they were entering and playing very dangerous game here in the Lady’s Ward. A venue where nothing went unnoticed and no one went unwatched. It was a place of eyes and ears always prying and peeking for any little piece of information. They needed to move quickly and without hesitation. 


”Pair off and follow me. Walk and act like you belong here. Sinclair! Let’s go!” Blonde said as she grabbed Jack by the arm and took the first step outwards into the wide streets and looming beautiful architecture of the ward.


”It’s almost like we’re a normal couple.” Blonde said with a chuckle as they strolled through the crowd only getting a few looks here and there. 


It took only a few minutes and the three had arrived with little trouble. 


The doors were broad and ornate. Carvings of roses and other decorative designs had been etched into it. Reaching forward Blonde opened the door to the familiar sights and smells of a high end casino and restaurant. Ones that she herself had become accustomed to when running her own. Men, women, and other creatures that Blonde couldn’t even begin to assign a gender to gambled, drank, and smoked on slim cigarettes to fat and heavy sweet smelling cigars. Roulette wheels clacked and the occasional frustrated howl of loss filled the air before security made sure it didn’t get out of hand. 


”Jack, clock how many guards. Sinclair, come to the bar with me.” Blonde said as she stepped deeper into the establishment. 


”Everyone find yourself a dance partner, this might get messy. We’re looking for someone named...” Blonde looked down at her data pad with instructions on who to find here. 


There was a long pause over the comms as Blonde read through the instructions. She sighed deeply to which all those tuned in could hear. 


”We’re looking for, and I swear this is true. A woman named Anita Dick...” There was another audible sigh and Blonde approached the bar and ordered their biggest strongest cheapest drink.

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“You know,” comes the approaching onslaught of complaints Wynonna has long since been prepared to listen to, from the mouth of her First Officer, “I’m rather convinced we’ve made the wrong choice here, Cap’n.”

Mister Stratel, Head Engineer, a hulk of a man accompanied by a thick moustache and curly hair, interjects with a mighty guffaw. “Ya seen the way those two particular fellows snuck off to canoodle somewhere? Sigil be damned, but I thought I’d be cleaning up some puddle of some nice—”

“Now, now, propriety, please,” the Captain tells the crew. Decisively. Unflinchingly. Someone with sense here has to keep all the hellhounds in line. “Keep your comments to yourselves, fellas, before we find ourselves at the wrong end of a disagreement.”

Pointedly ignoring muttered insinuations—most definitely from Mister Reginald, Head Cook—of actually being on the right end of the whole shtick, Wynonna pushes through the doors of the Galley and onward to business.

The Lady's Ward never fails to amaze her, every time she sets foot on its elegant streets and decorative cityscape. It’s a shame she hasn’t been able to visit more often, considering—well. Considering.

Not the time to think on past matters, Wynonna deliberates, coughing slightly to cover up her momentary distraction.

”Pair off and follow me. Walk and act like you belong here. Sinclaire! Let’s go!”

She shares a pointed glance with her First Officer before shrugging and following in the footsteps of the metal madame and her trophy boy.

Gods, but they really are canoodling now.

They reach what is presumably the entryway to the Fortune’s Wheel in due moments. She has never been here before, though the infamy of this particular establishment has made the rounds amongst her crew’s gossip multiple times before. Upon entering, she allows herself a few moments to gaze about the opulent interior before her employer announces their goal.

”We’re looking for, and I swear this is true. A woman named Anita Dick...”

This time, Wynonna can’t help the amused snort that forces its way out of her windpipe.

“Is that really her name?” She asks Blonde as the other woman moves towards the bar, eying the cheap drink presented to her with a dry look. Wynonna turns to the bartender, orders a shot of bourbon whiskey for herself before pivoting back to her employer. She does not offer to pay for Blonde’s drink; she rather thinks the other wouldn’t appreciate it at all. “So, who is this Anita and what has she done to earn her a visit from your motley crew over here in—”

Suddenly, the doors to the establishment burst upon with startling force, and Wynonna pales at the sight of three men in gold and white masks, dark coats covering their tall frames like heavy veils.

—the Golden Circle, come to steal you away—

Oh for fuck’s sake—I don’t need this right now,” she hisses through clenched teeth, ducking her head as she shoots a hardened look towards Blonde. “Those men? Not friendly. What say you to helping out your chauffeur over here by getting rid of them?” In a quiet manner, she does not say, but is highly implied either way she puts it.


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Syderia, on the streets, felt... uncomfortably confident. Maybe it was the lack of Raya in her head, but she did not feel like she was on the death mission everyone said she was. So when she walked into the high-end casino, with a traveler's cloak around her shoulders and feeling a little out of place, she listened to the name, nodded once, and began examining the casino for this... Anita Dick.

She could hear the snickering of Raya in her head, even though he wasn't actually there.

On 4/10/2019 at 11:11 AM, vielle said:

Oh for fuck’s sake—I don’t need this right now,” she hisses through clenched teeth, ducking her head as she shoots a hardened look towards Blonde. “Those men? Not friendly. What say you to helping out your chauffeur over here by getting rid of them?” In a quiet manner, she does not say, but is highly implied either way she puts it.

For a split second, Syderia looks back at Wynonna. She could easily change her appearance so she wasn't recognized. Yet, she remembered they were on a time limit, and Blonde and Jack were there. They could handle the scenario, she thought to herself, waited for Raya to respond, then remembered his current mental state.

So she left them alone and moved on, solo and without a dance partner.

However, she wasn't just making moves across the casino floor. Under her cloak, she was also making other moves with her abilities.

She was uncomfortable doing this here, and would probably flash someone if her cloak was thrown up for any reason, but changing under her cloak was something she had to do to fit in more.

So it was that Syderia looked for a woman, preferably alone. She spotted one and walked over to her, acting as posh as she possibly could, and under Fortune's Wheel, she attempted to get her attention with a courtesy and several kind words.

"I beg your pardon. Madame Dick?" she asked, repressing the childlike giggle in her voice as she waited for a response.

May Fortune smile upon her for this reckless move she was doing.

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Find Anita Dick. A. Dick? Probably some form of humor.

Khaki's head cocked at that notion. She has no idea what this Dick-ish woman looked like nor did she want the peculiar image surfacing in her mind to become reality as Anita Dick. Quite the disturbing thought, apparently.

I'm not that better either. I got the code name Black Khaks as a reason.

Still, Khaki needed to blend in and there's only one way to do that. Find a partner. 

Here's to hoping these works. The dragon lady would probably help. Perhaps.

Gritting her teeth, Khaki strengthened her resolve as she made her way towards Nocturna and taking one of the woman's arms in an effort to drag her into the throng of people.

Khaki drew close to the dragon lady and whispered into its ear, "Act naturally. Like a human enjoying a party."

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Sitting at the bar, Miss Blonde let out a tired sigh. With Wynonna sitting by her side, Blonde remained calm and simply unfurled a straw from her mask. It hissed with the snap of depressurization before being seated into her drink. Soon after the liquid from her beverage began to push upward into the mask and allow her to drink the goblets strong alcoholic content. Blonde didn’t say anything to Wynonna at first as the three men burst into the establishment presumably looking for her hired guide. Yet the woman showed no signs of distress or care in the world for the three men in masks and cloaks. She simply dipped her drink and began to slowly tap her right hand’s fingers on the bar starting with her pinky and ending with the index in a slightly rhythmic tone to it. After a long gulp, she then looked to Wynonna with the reflective black and soulless lenses of of her mask. 


”She’s my countryman.” she answered plainly. 


”Probably taken by some slaver visiting my dimension. Slavery is quite the hot button issue where I come from sadly. Barbaric really.” Blonde said then took another sip from her drink. 



Soon a subtle motion occurred, Blonde placed her left hand on the bar in plain sight of Wynonna. With her thumb and index finger, it looked as if she was pinching the empty air around it. While she was drained from the trip, she had enough energy to do this. She had enough in her to let Wynonna know that if these were her men, if this was some sort of double cross, she should choose where her loyalties lie much more carefully. 


It started as a tickle in the back of the throat. One of the men in the golden masks then began to cough. A cough turned to a gasp and a gasp turned into a man falling to his knees and grasping at their throat. Wheezing and choking on seemingly nothing, his comrades gathered around him to ascertain what exactly was afflicting him. However it wasn’t long before they too started to cough, they started to wheeze and the vice of energy clamped down around their throats to cut end the very notion of rasping coughs that were now replaced by the croaks and subtle gags of air leaving their system. Yet Blonde simply sat there and sipped at her drink. 


”Wynonna, you seem nice. But let me let you in on a little secret.” Blonde said in that menacing voice that would put chills down the spines of lesser people. 


”You can try to run, you can try to fight, you can beg and plead. But until this is over. Until I’ve accomplished my goal. You belong to me.” With another long pull of her drink, the ice cubes of her glass clinked and shuttered as they resettled at the bottom of the glass. 


”So I’ll give you a choice, and I suggest you make it quickly. Do they live or die?” She asked Wynonna to see just where the woman stood. For all Blonde knew, she had called them here to report her and her crew arriving in Sigil. 


Surrounding the Golden Circle enforcers, casino patrons seemed to try and help them despite not knowing what exactly was afflicting them. 


As for what was happening in deeper parts of the casino away from the front end and bar. Syderia had come across one of the casino employees. Turning around was a younger woman of blonde hair and blue eyes that smiled brightly at the customer as she was trained to do. Though the name Madame Dick also caused her to chuckle softly. With a gracious bow she clasped her hands and looked at the odd woman. 


”Oh, you’re looking for Anita? Well you must be our new cook we hired on. She’s in the back right now, she works the kitchen with her daughters Charity and Chastity.” The woman said with a plucky tone. 


”Just head to the back and grab an apron. I’m surprised someone as lovely as you though is working the kitchen. I’m a bit busy so you’ll have to excuse me.” with another bow the woman smiled and began to walk away to see to the needs of other customers. 


For now the commotion at the front end had not spread to the entirety of the Fortune’s Wheel. There was still time and the situation needed to be handled before things got out of control. Which given the current circumstances didn’t appear to be more than maybe a few minutes depending on how Wynonna would react to what was happening. 


Syderia’s mission log would ping and the orders would be to take Anita alive and preferably unharmed. Appropriate force was authorized, but they needed her alive and conscious with all her bits attached.

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John followed his lover to the bar, audibly snickering when she revealed the name of their target to the group. It reminded him of his early days, when he used to operate under the alias Jack D. Ripper. Following Blonde's lead, he ordered a drink, albeit a smaller one than she had. While he loved her dearly, he sometimes felt that Patricia conducted herself much too seriously, and that learning to lighten up a little wouldn't kill her. But considering the importance of this mission, he understood. Nobody was in the mood to joke around when the lives of their children where on the line.

As he went to sip his drink, he glanced at her and gave her his count, "Ten, or at least ten that I can see. They might have plainclothes guards on duty, and there's sure to be more waiting in the wings."

Now he watched as Blonde used her abilities to remotely strangle three men in gold masks, which he did with little emotion. He didn't know these men, nor did he care to. Their living or dying meant nothing to him. But there was the mater of trying to stay in disguise, and if this scene dragged on long enough, someone might figure out what was going on. He was trying to decide what he should do when his mission log pinged, and he looked down at it. Smiling, he then draped his arm around his lover.

"We seem to have found Mrs. Dick," he whispered, "Leave them for now, they are serving as a wonderful distraction. If they become a problem later, I'll kill them myself. Can't let you have all the fun..."

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With one last sip of her drink, Blonde pushes the glass aside and looked up at the bar tender. With a kind tone of her robotic voice she spoke to him. 


”A bottle of the Three Howls Gin please.” Blonde said and laid down a generous amount of gold coins to pay for the bottle. 


”Keep the change.” She tacked on at the end. 


The bartender gave a gracious and thankful bow before placing the bottle of clear liquid down in front of the Crime Lord. With a smile beneath her mask she stood up and looked down at Wynonna. Her soulless black lenses once again piercing through to make sure Miss Sinclair knew what was going to happen. Something that involved a gratuitous amount of violence. Her gaze then broke and found it looking over to Jack. 


”One moment please.” She said in a loving tone to Jack.  


Stepping away for just a moment, she casually walked over to the DJ near an empty dance floor. Slipping him a few coins the ambient music of the casino shifted to a song that had a bit more energy to it. 

Once Blonde returned to the bar she snapped her fingers and the man gasping at the front entrance were finished. The loud crack of bones snapping and windpipes being crushed was followed by the dead weight of armor and masks hitting the floor with dead weight. Screams sounded through the establishment and there were high chances that the moment these men started to choke and gasp it was sent up the various chains of command of organizations and groups that had their fingers and tendrils within the Lady’s Ward. They were always on borrowed time and they needed to make create a distraction so her various agents could secure the target. So with that in mind she popped the bottle of gin open. 


”May I have this dance?” she asked Jack in a tone that had nothing but love in it. 


Taking his hand she offered up the bottle for him to take a few necessary sips from. Jack would also notice sticking out of her coat pocket was a rag that she had picked up from the far end of the bar as she made her way back. The plan was pretty clear, they needed to make a spectacle for the various emergency services that would cover for their exfil. 


”Don’t keep a lady waiting.” She said with a smile beneath that mask. 


All around them the people at the front end panicked and began to cause quite the ruckus. Yet the music played over it all the same.

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After helping to heal minor injuries and scrapes during their travel to the Lady's Ward, Viera thought she could finally take a few moments of rest. But as soon as she had finished with her last injury, Blonde was on the move yet again. Understandably so, with such a time crunch. She took Wynonna and Jack with her, and told everyone to pair off. Viera noticed that most people had already paired off with each other, so she took her own course of action. First of all, she hid away her scythe and took off her hood. Then she wandered around the Lady's Ward acting as a sight-seer or a tourist of sorts, taking in the sights of this incredible place.

After several minutes of wandering around, she spotted Fortune's Wheel and started toward it. Then a message came from her communications device.

”Everyone find yourself a dance partner, this might get messy. We’re looking for someone named...”We’re looking for, and I swear this is true. A woman named Anita Dick...”

Oh wow, this was definitely unlike any quest she had gone on before, but the situation broken into it's base elements was similar to some work Viera used to do. Anita Dick was a peculiar name, but different cultures do different things, Viera was in no place to judge. She continued on her way to Fortune's Wheel right behind three large men dressed in black. She was going to flirt with them and use them to look inconspicuous, but as soon as they all entered the establishment the men one by one began to cough uncontrollably. Judging from the affliction not affecting anyone else, Viera knew it was someone within the building doing this, well either that or poison. Viera truly didn't care for these men, nor did she have any intention of healing/helping them. 

But this situation gave her a great opportunity to look quite normal. She got on the ground, kneeling by these men, checking their pulses, trying CPR on them, and looking vaguely worried. She even lit her hands with a soft glow and pretended to attempt to heal them. She jogged over to the bar to ask for water for them men, and then she was next to Blonde and Wynonna. Viera grabbed a glass of water that was sitting on the bar without an owner, and that's when she spotted Blonde's hands. Well, hand, one was occupied regularly, and the other seemed to be pinching nothing. If it wasn't for the randomly dying men, she would thing nothing of this, but now she believe Blonde could be doing something to affect the men. Viera locked eyes with Blonde's mask, to give a look of  ' I'll keep everyone distracted ' .

Viera continued with the glass of water back to the men, and began to try and take off their golden masks. She made it seem as though the masks were stuck on and she couldn't take them off.  "Someone help get these masks off, they're suffocating, and I need to get a closer look at them to figure out how to help!"  Viera continued to struggle with the Golden Masks, and now other patrons seemed to follow Viera's authority and tried their best to remove the other's masks. This seemed to gather a small crowd around the men, drawing any attention away from Blonde's crew and toward the dying men.

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