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[forthebothofus]

[Abeni remembered pain; a distinct sharp, burning sting in her abdomen from where the blade had driven in again and again. She remembered the fight, the way she and Zachariah had been ambushed, separated and how she had carried on while he fought his way back to her

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[kptn_sparrow]

[There is a pirate in the hallways, preoccupied with a large compass whose needle does not seem to point in the same direction always. He is trying to figure what the bedeviled object's problem is. It swings suddenly and he looks up, seeing a bloodied woman.

Not one that he's seen before on the Keep grounds either.]

Are you alright there?!

[forthebothofus]

[It's the raised voice and the odd clothes that make her grip her gun. No one had really asked her if she was alright in forever. Well, none but Zachariah, and he wasn't around.]

I'll be better when I get out of this shithole. What the fuck is going on?

[Jack earned himself a critical glare.]

[kptn_sparrow]

[He doesn't miss the grip on the odd gun there. His own hands are visible and away from his sword.

Why are there so many women using that word?]

Now, that question I would like an answer to myself. I don't rightly know.

[He's shifts side to side, looking at both her and beyond her, seeing if there's a body back there or not.]

What just happened, there with the- [he makes a gesture to her bloodied self.] ?

[forthebothofus]

[Abeni can't see any reason to lie, nor can she put the effort into coming up with something. She motions to her bloodied front, material torn in more than a few places.]

I was stabbed. [And more than once.] What is this place.

[She ain't asking. She's demanding.]

[kptn_sparrow]

[Perhaps she is one of the ones that had died? But so soon? Will there be someone else on the Green now? So much blood there though.]

Are you alright then? ... Does it hurt?

And well...

This place, officially, claims itself to be a refuge of many worlds for the few souls that were pulled from the existence as to which they were native to.

[A unamused and wry grin quirks on the corners of his face.]

There does seem to be more to it than that though. Most of it unkind.

[forthebothofus]

[Her expression darkens.]

I'm fine.

[And physically she is, though she knows that there should be damage to her front. Hell, she shouldn't even be alive right now, assuming that's what this is.]

And I'm leaving.

[No way is she going back in the cell or staying anywhere near them. She's armed and missing her partner. Abeni is getting out of there.]

[kptn_sparrow]

Oh, well now. That's good.

[Jack is suspicious, as he has every right to be.]

Be my guest! By all means!

But, if I may make a small suggestion?

[He pinches the air to show the strange woman exactly how small of a suggestion it is.]

Do stay out of forest and do not stray underneath the ground. There be things inside that would not think twice of taking a chunk out of you. Beyond that! Go ahead!

When you do, if you would let me know how it was accomplished, I would be indebted to you.

[forthebothofus]

[Boom. That is more what she was waiting to hear. For all the apparent calm she'd seen since waking up in the cell, Abeni knew better than to think herself safe.

She halts and looks to Jack, eyes slightly narrowed.]

Tell me more. What's out there?

[kptn_sparrow]

[Jack leans back a bit at the aggressive woman's sudden change of heart.]

Plenty.

Crocodiles made of stone, giant men made of stone, wisteria that wishes to give you a bit of a squeeze.

Plants shouldn't move like that. It's unnatural.

[Like earthquakes!]

Then there are substances that have no name and as to of which the properties of are rather, unique, unusual and smell extremely bad.

Things yet undiscovered, likely, too.

[forthebothofus]

[So long as Jack has information, he's of use to her. Besides, Abeni has already mentally labelled him a fool for being so trusting.]

Anyone ever tell you to lay off the crack drugs?

[She wishes his information made some kind of sense.]

[kptn_sparrow]

[His Achilles heel would be his trusting nature. Or his passivism.

As it was he tilts his head at the girl, mightily confused at her words.]

What?

Drugs?

[Are you mad?]

What has poison have to do with anything?