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Near a corner of the room Testament's shilouette appeared like a glint of light. Drawing his gun from the hip just as Homicide Party stopped speaking, he spun his gun in one full revolution. Light flashed off of the black glossy finish of the magnum as a bullet that glowed with Testaments's own energy traveled over Conchenn's shoulder. The bullet struck Homicide Party's cane and threw the swing of the blow away from Conchenn and straight to the ground. With the gun still hanging limply from a single finger Testament raised his face. "Run, now..." He said calmly before allowing his head to lower once again and placing the gun back into its holster.

Rapid -taktaktaktaktak- sounds made their way; they were distant at first, then became louder. Sonar ran, making her way to the entrance. Sprints like this didn't bother her, so she ran to the two, her metal eyes looking to both of them. "Master, are you all right? I heard some commotion, and thought I'd check from my nap.."

Her metal eyes followed the sovereign back to his seat; the wind that had brushed past her with his cape suggested a sign of weariness of the tournament and other trivial matters, so she decided to make this quick, for she had to eat and rest as well unless told otherwise. "Ah, Master....I'm glad you addressed me about that. I decided we should throw an elaborate, formal little "get-together"....just the tournament participants, no riffraff. A little dancing masquerade to get them settled into the night. Get them a bit tipsy, maybe, get them jovial--amused and entertained. I will not be providing the music, another band will. It will be a high event of gaiety, I assure you, yet not so much a blow to the finances....I will be around, hosting and making sure things are running smoothly. After the masquerade, I've decided that there will be a banquet in the grand dining room. I figured that they might be hungry after such a work-out, don't you think? Then, we will ask if they will join us...if not, then they won't leave the room alive. I will need Negative Zero and Testament for this, as I cannot do this alone, this lasso-ing of the hopeful pawns. Knowning how strong they are, some will leave. That is why I will summon some "friends" for an after-dinner snack..." If anyone were to lay eyes on her physique now, they could see that bloodlust and excitement now consumed her. "What do you think, Master? Is it to your liking?"

Homicide Party listened to her possible plans carefully, still allowing his eyes to wallow in darkness. The idea seemed to have moderate risk, but as he let the idea process he decided that it would be worth it, to give the slum rats a taste of the sophistocated life before they submitted the price of their lives or their minds. "Why not? It might even ease them into joining us, all humans have their price. Very well, it's a wonderful idea Sonar. However I believe that it would be best if I accompany you, I must see the warriors for myself." He finished, he had snuck a smile behind his mask midway through his sudden opinion, his eyes were open and looking at Sonar. He stood from his sitting position with only the movement of his legs, as if he weighed nothing. "I will meet all of you at this celebration, but for now I need to rest, is there anything that needs attention before I leave?" He waited for a moment, though he would not expect any words from Testament at this time.

Icy daggers lined up against Alice's face and neck. It was Sonar, growling lightly. "You do not trust me, Testament, and Negative Zero, sir?"

"Haan, haan. In the meantime, would you like me to do anything for you? A song, a dance?"

......Ah, so that was the one who'd pass along little tidbits or scraps when she needed then, or hadn't hunted in quite the while.. She rarely went to any hospital, and she didn't like going there when she did. Tiny shivers made their way through her spine, even at the mention of the word "hospital".