Evey and Josh's bakery. (Blown up)

[Ember Skye, Happy llama, sad llama]

She smelled something, like charred flesh.

[Breanna Joy]

He smelled it too, making him sick to his stomach, knowing what would have happened here. "I don't see him anywhere..." He scanned the ground for footprints amidst the ash.

[Ember Skye, Happy llama, sad llama]

She pointed at a set of tracks that were barely visible. "There."

[Breanna Joy]

He saw, and followed them, still helping her along.

((Where to?))

[Ember Skye, Happy llama, sad llama]

((Hmmmm, the Town Square?))

[Breanna Joy]

((Sure. I can post first this time if ya like ;) ))

[Ember Skye, Happy llama, sad llama]

((Thanks :P))

[Breanna Joy]

Nphaedra followed in her human form. Claws out.

[Breanna Joy]

She shifted and nosed around.

[Breanna Joy]

"I smell it," she growled, digging through the ruins and ashes.

[Breanna Joy]

She picked up what looked like the end of an arm in her mouth, then quickly spat it out messily. "Ash," she growled, annoyed.

[Breanna Joy]

She rolled her tongue around inside her mouth, trying to get rid of the taste. She nosed around, found a few small pieces, but very little had survived the force of the explosion and the shrapnel and the fires that had come after.

[Breanna Joy]

She rolled her massive shoulders in a shrug. "There many metal pieces. How am I to know if they are from a bomb or from a stove?"

[Breanna Joy]

She rolled her eyes. "Injust, all of it smells like smoke and ash and burning."

[Breanna Joy]

She licked him, still trying to get rid of that ashy taste. "For what?"

[Breanna Joy]

"Why?"

[Breanna Joy]

She purred. "In that case--" she indicated the doorframe, where Xavier's note still hung.

[Breanna Joy]

She purred in response. "Verrrrry."

[Breanna Joy]

She sniffed the paper. "Injust, it just smells like ash. Everything smells like smoke and ash and fire and iron."

[Breanna Joy]

She rubbed up against him comfortingly. Ish.

[Breanna Joy]

She shrugged.

[Breanna Joy]

She shrugged.

[Breanna Joy]

"I think the people who died here are still dead, whether you build them a house or not," she said wryly.

[Breanna Joy]

She rubbed against him. "Then explain."

[Breanna Joy]

"Why."

[Breanna Joy]

"Why does it matter, Injust?" She began pacing. "What's done is done, whether we remember it or not. And if its important, you'll remember it without someone needing to remind you." She turned to face him. "You've been doing this a lot lately." Her yellow eyes narrowed. "Sacrifice, honor, guilty and innocent. What are you planning, Injust?"

[Breanna Joy]

She tackled him to the ground, pinning him there. Careful to keep her claws from piercing his skin, so as to keep his precious conditions. "And what is that, Injust?" she growled, her eyes locked on his.

[Breanna Joy]

"Which is what?!" she snarled angrily. Frustrated with him.

[Breanna Joy]

Her claws extended, just a little bit. "You've never kept things from me like this before, Injust." She was angry.

[Breanna Joy]

"I want to know what it IS. Injust---"

[Breanna Joy]

She growled, her claws digging into his shoulders.

[Breanna Joy]

She growled petulantly but released him sullenly.

[Breanna Joy]

She purred.

[Breanna Joy]

"I'm going to blow everything up, there will be nothing left but ashes and ruins," she said as she shifted into a mirror image of him, in a perfect mimicry of his voice and expression.

[Breanna Joy]

She licked her lips--which was rather disconcerting, since she still looked like Injust, metal apparatus and all.

[Breanna Joy]

She followed, shifting back into her monstrous form.