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Giggling in an impish manner, Indigo took a few moments to recover his composure enought to talk. When at last he began speaking, it was in a bright, friendly manner. In addition his words were fast-paced and difficult to fully absorb unless one was used to conversing with him. "Well, well, well, dear, Parris! I couldn't help but overhear your delightful talk with Mr. Brodan back there after my jaunt back from my father's office. I hear your undertaking some field work?" At this juncture in most people's speech, they may have paused for a reply. Indigo paused only briefly, which would allow for a broken phrase or prehaps a nod. "And you see my friend, I am in sore need of a mission myself. Father, has not been necessarily pleased with my actions as of late. Seeing as you've never been out on the field before (correct?), I thought I might accomany you?" His request ended on a higher note, that surely denoted Indigo's pleading undertones. "Please?"

Another smoke filled snort left Sam's nostrils as he stalked after Bailey to the medic area. He was surprised that already so many people were turning up, and the one brash girl felt the need to give out his name, he didn't particularly care for that. But the morph pushed it aside. Sliding the boy off his scaly back once he arrived at the medical bay. Now he's their problem. Kid better not die on us. Sam thought to himself shaking his large head. As he made his way back to the rest of the group he slowly changed back, "Hey y'know where a guy can get a decent drink around here? Vodka or whiskey will do." The Shadow sent that Ras's way, straightening out his jacket, and had to tighten his blind-fold again. It always loosened up when he would change. And he had heard the question asking why they were all there, but once more before he could say anything the girl Ava beat him to it. A frown appeared on his face, A drink would be wonderful right now. He thought with a sigh.

Strohm made it to the Institute and immediately began marching upstairs. He didn't understand why he had to come here, when they could've just told on the phone. They weren't making him evaluate another rookie on his first mission, were they? Several have died on their first time out, and several more would have if they didn't have someone like him to watch them.
He saw two others in the hallway, Parris and Blue-Indigo. Strohm barely considered Indigo an Altered, but thought Parris trusted the Institute too much, seeming to almost treat it like a religion. He slowed his pace, not sure if the two were waiting to see 'the boss', but as Parris started leaving figured that at least he already had.

Bailey left the smoking, injured kid with the medical team. They promised her that they would do whatever they could and fix him up. She thanked them and headed back to her little pack she had dragged back and managed to hear the words "Pure unaltered Moonshine". "There's a guy here who makes that stuff and he'll give it to ya for free. But it's made with battery acid." She shivered at the thought of drinking anything with an acid substance.

"Well, the kid will be okay. I never really made any real proper introductions and I suppose now would be the proper time." She pushed some strands of hair out of her face and let out a sigh. "My name is Bailey Hale, and I've lived in Retribution my entire life. If one of you works for the Institute, I'll kill you without even considering to spare your life."

She looked over to the dragon guy and spoke. "Sam, I give you my thanks for caring that kid all the way here. I wouldn't have been able to do so on my own and I don't know if he would have survived. He's in good hands now."
She looked at the rest of the pack. The Vlase person was silent and probably lethal. And the other person, who had come out of no where. She thought she heard her call herself Ava. A familiar face had approached and she smiled. "Hello Ras, how are you?"

Sammuel blinked slowly behind his blindfold as his shielded gaze went from her, to the bottle, and then back again. A lazy grin broke out over his face, “Very nice, love. You keep providing things like this and I might think you’re hitting on me.” He teased as he took the bottle from her. But before he could throw back a few good gulps of it Bailey informed them that the kid, Trent, was going to be alright. Well now that was one less thing off his conscience. He hadn’t been expecting the thank you though, and pretended to tip an imaginary hat in her direction, “You’re very welcome, Bailey.” Sam said in an almost sultry tone.

This was Sam though; there were three girls in the area, he had alcohol, and all these things put him in a very good mood. But when was he not in a good mood? Oh yeah a few moments ago after having to do some much work with no play. Now the only one was the group who seemed to have a stick up his a** was the green-haired male. Inwardly The Shadow tsked at this, opening the bottle, and took a swig making a refreshed ‘ahhh’ sound. Even though it burned like hell going down. “That’s some good stuff. You want any?” He offered to Vlase.

For the most part, Ras had fallen almost as silent as Vlase. Now that she no longer percieved the new comers as too much of a potential threat, she had very little to say the them. The girl had been kind enough to mumble some brief directions about where to find Alchohol in Retribution and who to get it from. To Ava, Ras had nodded slowly and cast a condescening look at Trent-- if he was dying due to ciggerettes it was his own damn fault. They should have let him rot. Although even as this wicked thought tumbled through her head, Ras knew that had it been her in that situation she would have done the same in rescuing him.

Upon Bailey's arrival, Ras' hand twitched into a small wave. "Hello, Bailey. I'm fine, thanks. Just checking out all of the ruckus down here. You're in good sorts, yes? Tired, I assume... I can help show some of them to spare rooms if you would like." Why on earth she has even offered to aid Bailey was beyond her. The words pushed past her lips before she had time to think about the properly.

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Indigo had been waiting for Parris' answer with his breathe held up in his chest, though he didn't realize it. When at last the boy agreed he let it go in an excited burst of gratitude. All in the same breathe it had been difficult to supress a incredulous snort. "Don't get in the way." Parris hardly knew the first thing about field work, if anything, Indigo felt it should be he that should be saying that. That is, if it was the sort of thing he would say. Instead, Indigo glossed over that last bit, and responded only with his thanks.

"Heeey, thanks. I really need this, you have no idea." As the other boy strolled away, Indigo kept in stride beside him. "I'll need to go with you to get some equipment and suit up... I sort of lost a gun last time I was out, and I'll need some more bullets." As they walked, and Strohm entered the hallway, the fine hairs along Indigo's neck prickled-- they were being watched. Turning a glance over his shoulder, when he spotted the older man, Indigo called, "Hey Strohm. Brodan and my dad are in there if you need either of them!"