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Rae mumbled out a “I see...” Bending down, she inspected the wound. “Where is the pain strongest?” She asked. “Sludge like....does it feel like it’s eating up your organs? They must have some advanced weapons. And how about inky like substance? It could be from those Octoling/Inkling”

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"Where I got shot." Faith stripped out of her shirt leaving her topless aside from her bra, Rae had the perfect view of just how bad it was. The orange was growing, only now small golden lines were reading in small veins and heading outwards. "I. . .I'm not sure. Maybe if Benton and Money have an Inkling or Octoling at their disposal. . .but Coraline said that their ink doesn't hurt humans, only other Inklings and Octolings of other colors."

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“This Benton is smart, if he can capture inklings, octolings, bend them to his will, torture them, escape us, etc, he’s more than capable to create a prototype of the octo/inkling’s ink. Granted, I can’t understand why he doesn’t make it spread fast. Maybe it’s a drawn out suffering, or simply something to weaken and hinder us? But we have to find out what it is quick. I know this may sound stupid or crazy, but I’m gonna have you to try and squeeze some of the goopy substance out so I can test it” she gestured to her shadow wolf, to go ahead and find a small critter—

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Faith looked at Rae a bit worried but then finally nodded after the longest moment, allowing a small section of her arm to be slashed at. The substance that oozed out of Faith's wound was a red-orange color with the consistency of sludge and a faint scent of smoke. Faith wasn't looking at the wound but rather away so Rae could do what she needed.

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Rae took a old, rather clean plastic spoon from her pocket, before placing a hand and squeezing the goop onto the spoon. She then took out another, smaller spoon, and divided it. Her shadow wolf came back with two rats, and dropped them in front of her. She fed one of the rats the goop, before applying the goop on one’s skin, of course without touching the goop. She then trapped them, before gesturing for the group to come and observe what was happening.

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They watched as the rat who had been fed the goop just tip over and seemingly die relatively quickly after it had sizesured for about a minute while foaming an odd colored foam at the mouth. The other one. . .wasn't doing much. It nipped at where the goop had been absorbed into the skin as if agitated but otherwise not much was happening. Then the fur and skin began to change to red and orange respectively, then then the eyes turned completely gold. Once the transformation was complete it seemed completely hostile, snarling and biting and scratching at its cage.

Faith looked away with a hard-to-read expression. So that's what would happen to her? She'd become a soulless monster that would be hell-bent on killing?

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Rae poked at the rat, barely avoiding its snapping jaws. She commanded her wolf to go searching again, and it came back with a furry critter that was definitely not a rat. Rae didn’t know what it was, but she dropped the remaining goop onto it, also in a cage, seperate from the feral rat. She took out a piece of paper, and a stubbed pencil with a chewed eraser on top, before sketching out some complicated looking stuff, which were actually strands of human, mutant, and rat dna, as well as that of a ferret, her best guess of that furry animal. She put below some pointers about each type, and began comparing them. “Your case doesn’t make much sense. You were shot, meaning the open wound took in the goop into the blood, but then again it also sank into skin. You aren’t a clear case, it’s complicated. I’ll say I prefer the feral option as you still have a chance of remaining alive and going back to normal.”

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"It would take forever for them to get the cure right, even then I wouldn't be the same again probably." Faith felt a chill down her spine as she thought about herself scummed to the goop's design. Wild. Feral. Mad. Everyone would be staying at least twenty feet from her.

Lucky had managed to spit the gag out, but even so, she didn't have anything to say, even if she did she was too exhausted. Letting her eyes look around her crib like tube. It was clear she couldn't open it from the inside. But maybe, if she could at least free her head from the strap somehow. At this time MT shambled in, observing the green Ocotling for a few moments before making its way to the large jar on the side of Lucky's cage. With somewhat jerky movements it removed the full jar and replaced it with an empty one. As it did so, Lucky's arm unconsciously spasmed some from the ink extraction, the full jar slipped from MT's "hands" and shattered on the ground spilling most of the ink in the jar.

MT looked to Lucky as if to see if had been intentional, but from the exhausted look on the Ocotlings face it was clear it wasn't, her body had merely reacted from the lack of ink in her system. But even still. . .

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Xavier naturally tensed when Rea approached him. The last time that she had, it had been a rather unnerving experience. But it was like he was seeing another side of her. Was it pity? Xavier didn't want pity, but, then again, if that meant being noticed then he was all for pity. But somehow, Xavier had a feeling that maybe someone actually cared. For as long as he had been with this group, Xavier had been the quiet one that hid in the shadows. But did he want that anymore? "I'm not alone," he muttered, "but that doesn't mean I'm not apart." He really was. Xavier wasn't a planner, he wasn't powerful. He didn't even know why he was here. But obviously, that meant something. The boy looked down at the shadow in his lap. It didn't seem like anything was there, and when he moved his hand, as he had expected, it went right through. "No comfort anywhere," he thought, slightly bitterly, which was surprising to him. Xavier had never felt bitter or angry at..anything, let alone his own situation.

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Faith waited until everyone else was asleep, she then decided to head out on her own. It was risky but she didn't want anyone else to get killed, not while she was slowly turning into a killer of sorts. Moving quickly and quietly she picked up an empty backpack and stored enough food. After taking a final glance at her sleeping husband and children, both adopted and biological, she started out. Her eyes were dead set ahead, she put all her efforts into putting one foot in front of the other, it took everything she had to not go back.

She headed down the same path as Lucy, keeping far enough distance away to stay out of Lucy's line of sight, but close enough that Faith could still follow her.

Benton was watching as the large jar to the side of Lucky's cage continued to fill, this was the third jar and Lucky had stopped moving, but the slight movement in her chest indicated she was still alive. MT was there as well, guarding Benton almost.

(No one stop Faith, Gecko and I got something planned out.)

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*Lucy held her gun nervously as she walked down the tunnels, checking each corner for Benton's men. However, she suddenly heard footsteps and yelling above her. She ran to cover and looked up, seeing light through the gutter. It had begun to rain since they had been down in the sewers. She couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but she did hear "storm of the century". The doors to their car closed and they drove away, causing her to start following them. Several minutes passed by before she reached the end of the tunnel, which had a ladder leading to the surface. She slung her gun over her shoulder and climbed up the ladder to the flooded surface. And then she saw it. A seemingly run down hospital that had been turned into a makeshift base for Benton.*

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Faith followed at a short distance away, carefully ducking and weaving when needed to avoid Lucy spotting her.

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