It was hard for Calypso to review her options. The fact that she and her fellow goners were surrounded by their cheering enemies—as they were at the base of the stairs, didn’t help matters.
But it was ultimately the fact that these bat monsters were chanting the name of a recent murder victim that they’ve locked up in a chamber—it just added such a layer of this confusing tiramisu to chew on.
And on her relative right, part of this monster crowd frothing from their maws, looking at the pile of patients that were near death or worse. Among those numbers was the annoying boy she singlehandedly maimed into a coma, apparently. Yet another layer. And just as hard to swallow.
Calypso, all she could do right now, was looking about. At the raving crowds, then around the dank and virtually featureless basement. Then finally to Gale and the gnat, who in turn looked at her. Watching, waiting for a signal from her. Like she was somehow leader material.
She could unveil herself. Make these bastards pay for following such an insane bitch—causing this much misery… But she also knew just as well that her entire journey until now is defined by her thinking she’s oh so powerful—free from her faults, only to be properly slammed down for even thinking that she gained some control over her sorry life. One odd bump—one of these bats sniffing around, that’s all it takes for their cloaks to become useless, and they follow right after.
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Calypso felt herself panting, in panic, and had to close her eyes for a moment—pursing her full lips shut. Giving the one thing she did have that these vermin didn’t: focus.
Her eyes shot open with the realization.
Then she trained her eyes at the door the Bat Subsumed were crowded around, worshipping. Noticing once again that the door had busted open windows…
That led to a dark room.
The skeletal monster girl softly waved her hand at the duo. Proceeded to point at both of them with two claws, then used them to point downward repeatedly. Hooking out her thumb-claw to motion to herself, then finally pointing at the door.
The glowing eyes that stared back at her were wavering, all spectrum of expression but all still based within worry. Calypso wanted to explain verbally that if it doesn’t work, at the very least, those two can get away and maybe the skeletal monster girl gets thrown in with Melissa anyways.
It was a struggle but… She was starting to understand why they wouldn’t want that for her.
So Calypso did the next best thing, the natural hand sign in this scenario… Clasping her claws together, pulling them up to her chest. Begging.
The two pairs of eyes looked at each other… Before turning forward, nodding if not solemnly.
With that, Calypso looked forward and rushed into the fray.