Encroachers [Mexico City; Bastille; Closed.]

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie inclined her head a little. Just a gesture of acknowledgement. She tipped her head at the question.

"Our eyes said he came in just recently, carrying a girl. I do not know if he uses his given name, here, but I would say it is safe to say he does not."

So giving it would suit no purpose, aside from potentially marking him.

"We are here to extract him as our primary objective. Preferably the sooner, the better, considering the distance we need to cover. However, as we just demonstrated...we are willing to help in what ways we can, if necessary. Time, however, is of the essence."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just kept her eye peeled and her mouth shut.

[David B.]

The mans eyes narrowed.

"Damien. You mean the blue eyed fella. Well...sorry. We can't be giving him to you. Not until we verify your story checks out, as we have no proof you are who you say you are."

He would turn and start heading back inside, waving them to follow.

"You can stay with us a few days, until we can clear your story, if you'd like. Otherwise...we can't help."

[Kyrie Blaze]

"...yes. Damien Blaze."

She sighed beneath the bandana, and proceeded to look around outside as she trailed in, her dagger held in more of a firm grip as she moved into the building. Their story could wait until they were inside.

She glanced at Bastille, silently raising an eyebrow, and then turned back to follow the man into the somewhat-dim building, her senses with it stretching out to gauge whether there was going to be any trouble.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille wondered if half of these twits would even recognize the Earth Dragons wife if they saw her- but then there was that tiny firey voice inside her head who mentally cursed herself for a)gaining some of her husbands cocky attitude, b) connecting any of her hard earned fame to her husband, and c) being reliant on her husbands name and title to get what she wanted quicker. So....her mouth stayed shut and her disguise on.

"What evidence will prove sufficient in substantiating our origins?" She said with a surprisingly normal american accent. All traces of her southern London Accent were gone.

[David B.]

"Well-"

Once inside, they would proceed down a long hallway to a Room- the room would be wide and open...and once inside, men came out of every corner. Twenty, thirty of them. They had bows and swords drawn, and behind Bastille and Kiyr would be several men as well, packing the hall.

"-You won't have to, Ms. Amtrum. Nor will Ms. Barrial. I know both of you- your faces are everywhere, and theres a large reward. Of course, we don't want it- but what I know is that neither of you should be here. Not for one man. So either your one of Barkers clones, or your liars, and intend to kill him. Too bad we already let him go through the cellar."

He brought his sword to his other hand.

"So tell me, then. Why do you want Damien?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's qi settled to the floor, and once they were in the room, connected her own and Bastille's shadows. When the men showed up, there was a subtle tension to Kyrie, who otherwise looked around, eyes cool. Just measuring as she noted the man's words.

The cellar? Excellent information.

"...David would spare no mercy if I came to kill his younger brother." She stated, annoyed but largely unperturbed as her qi slid further, still, creeping slowly for the men's shadows as a precaution. She reached up to tug the bandana down, eying them all without turning her body as her gaze would move back towards the apparent leader. She tilted her head, slowly. "I have known David was personally searching for his younger brother for several months. The way I found out...I was pulled into a dream by a dream manipulator, as was David. We shared each other's dreams. Memories, really. David...hours ago, left Dragon Territory. I had no idea where David was going, just that he needed time. Certain things required him to take leave, and I, knowing what I did, decided to pick up the search because I did not know if he would continue...and it is easy to tell how much he cares for family. I was going to make my first venture to try and pick up a trail that night. One of the Skyforce members sought me out to see if I could go find David, which...bumped my schedule. There was no time to seek David out, so I asked for a jacket for myself. And for Bastille. And one for Damien. David was searching him out to be reunited, as he knew Damien had inserted himself into Barker's ranks. Being that I care for David as family, Damien's safe exit from this city, back to Long Beach, is key. The longer we keep him beneath Barker's radar, the better."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just took off the bandana and goggles and grumbled.

"Bloody Brilliant" she cursed under her breathe as Kiyr spoke then crossed her arms, not exactly looking alarmed- but if anything, bored.

No real insult though- she had looked bored with Barker in front of her too.

"I used to be engaged to the guy, I owe him for jilting him at the alter.- thats my reason" She said shrugged lightly.

[David B.]

The man watched Kiyr, then Bastille... but still seemed wary. He would give them a small nod as he thought it over.

"Fine. But I'm coming along if your going after him. My name is Finch. Welcome to the Orello Brigade. Lets move."

He would sheath his sword before moving forward, past the girls, and taking a left down a long hall toward a back room. He kicked a carpet out of the way, revealing a hatch. He would open it and start down.

"This cellar links up to the Sewers. There are forgotten or thrown away experiments down here so...don't get lazy."

[Kyrie Blaze]

"It pleases me you take his safety so seriously." The blonde intoned as she followed, slipping silently along with him and pulling the bandana up into place again so she wouldn't be so affected by the sewer's stench.

She nodded, set and ready to move on. If she was wary or suspicious, she didn't show it. "Noted."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just nodded, following and once again quiet. She was trying to hide her embarrassed expression behind the purple fabric.

[David B.]

The man, once at the bottom, would speak, turning on a small flashlight to indicate a rusty back door, flung open. The stairs beyond went down about ten steps before tapering off at a small dip of water.

"So...Kiyr. Your story makes sense. But Bastille...you were...Davids Fiance once? Why leave him at the alter?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie kept silent. She didn't know why, on Bastille's part. She'd only seen...ah, certain other aspects of things. So Bastille's side of the 'story' was sure to be enlightening.

The blonde's qi wrapped around her legs, leaking out over her clothing and especially around her little mechanical companion. She wasn't going to let her get wet. Especially not here.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille would jump down easily and without help- although she shot a glare from behind her goggles at the man. Ugh! The things she did for this bastard. Mathew was already going to ream her.

"It wasn't at the alter- per say......." She just commented quietly.

[David B.]

The mans eyebrows went up, he turned back and looked to her as he headed down the stairs.

"What do you mean? You leave him before or something?"

He would face forward, keeping a heady ear for the info.