Luck was not on her side though, at least she didn't feel it. Instead of getting back to work, she was ambushed in the lobby by three Kitsunes. She knew they were Kitsunes because they had their ears and tails out. Dressed weirdly as well, in some red top with long white robe bottoms. She wasn't the only one who saw them however, as Queenie came storming over a few moments after, before they could say anything to Kiko.

"Three fucking weeks. Did it take you that long to pull your heads out from your arses and start using your head for more than catching bullets?" She exclaimed, starting the whole situation out hostile as holy hell. Clearly, not so happy they were here.

"It was the-" one of them started before getting cut off when Queenie rounded on him with all her looming presence.

"It was rhetorical, shit-for-brains. You were all scared he was going to jump out from behind the curtain, go 'aha' and then beat the shit out of you, huh?" Queenie shook her head in disgruntlement they were even here, let alone what they were her for.

"We were not-" the same man started again, more agitated this time, though it went just as well.

"I'm not done! Unlike you lot, Drax would never do that to his family, so you know he is proper dead, and don't need to be so afraid. Take her and fuck off before I start stomping on toes" she ordered, before looking to Kiko and exhailing.

"These useless bags of meat are going to take you to your family. Mother's side of your family, your father's side won't do anything unless paid. It's the principle of the Jom" Queenie told Kiko. Though the dismissive tone made it very clear how Queenie thought of it, Kiko was just...filled with emotion. Excitement and despair and terror and anger.

"My....they will take me to my mother?" Kiko asked, looking to them, and then back to Queenie. "I'm..I'm sorry" she apologised. Queenie seemed to know exactly what it was for, and gave a soft shake of the head.

"I'm pissed they took this long, not that you are going. I knew you were going to go with them as soon as they arrived. Weither you'll stay with her is another question, you are Drax's daughter after all. And I don't know if they can handle a woman like that" Queenie counselled with a gentle tone, before turning back to steel. "If she does want to leave and you stand in her way, the Fires Of Ars will descend upon you. Just so you are aware"

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With that, Queenie would turn and leave the three. On the back foot and shocked by the cataclysm that was Queenie, they reached out to put their hands on Kiko. One on each shoulder and one of her head. It felt weird, an ice cold energy ran into her body and then...the world was so bleak, so dark. So grey. Suddenly she felt so alone, and couldn't leave the presence of the Kitsunes if she wanted to.

Without stopping to get her gear or tell anyone, they simply left like a thief in the night. Her own natural physique and training over the weeks allowed her to keep up with their gruelling pace, though even then they only got outside the city and deep into the woods before the night came and they broke camp. Kiko had never gone camping and relied on them for support and shelter. The food was pretty tasteless but well filling, and the bedrolls simple but no worse than a bad mattress. Though, it was the first time in weeks that she woke up tired, mentally and physically.

Another full day of the ceaseless pace led them through the woods and up a hill, to a plateu where a huge sea of tents spread out. Something between an established town and a nomadic camp, it was large and sprawling with many distinct ‘buildings’ but made entirely out of tents of varying size and grandeur. The largest of which was in the middle, made with a crimson red silk and made Kiko feel somewhat in awe. It was just a tent, but the tent made her feel both comforted and amazed. The hundreds of people milling around were all Kitsunes, tails out and proud. Dressed in the same red and white uniform that the men who came to get her were dressed in. She felt awkward without her own, and immediately dropped out her single tail and ears.

Brought to a small, diddy one-person tent, she was told to get dressed and all but shoved inside. Not seeing any reason to not do as she was told, she did exactly that and got dressed. The clothing was so fine she could hardly feel it at all, softer than silk could ever hope to be, softer than any material even. The same red top and white skirt as everyone else, with soft white socks and a simple pair of shoes. Something about it made her heart swell. Made her feel nostalgic and loved. Wiping away the tears that were forming, She walked out of the tent and looked at the one man who still remained, the other two leaving after she got into the tent. Something was definitely missing. While she was nostalgic and warm in this outfit, it didn't have the same brilliance as with Asha and her Skulk...

This dull cloud lingered for the rest of the day, and she was piloted like a puppet. Given clothes to wash, food to cook, and sewing to sew. The last one had a lot of pricked fingers before it got took off her and she was chased off to get something else to do. Sitting in her tent at the end of the day, tired and worn from the work she had been doing, she wondered what was even going on. Stolen from her life, thrown here and then basically ignored. She wanted to be...anything, that wasn't this dull and lifeless corpse...