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[Egan_BW]

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"A-Ah-Obligation!"

[Seven: -2 Mana]

Familiar animate chains erupt from the grass and, too quickly to evade and too forcefully to resist, wrap around the white-haired girl.
[Francesca's Resistance 3d6: 12 Endurance+1 Virtuous+1 = 14]
Immediately feeling the foreign presence weighing down on her mind, Francesca grits her teeth and fights the chains. Though there's no hope of physically overpowering the summon for her, she at least pushes away the feelings of hopelessness and apathy as alien and wrong. There's too many wonders in this world to stop now, too much left undone!

Shadesoul glances at her charge being so attacked, a single drop of sweat appearing on her face.
(The Mercenary and other NPCs will react after the player characters do. But she will.)

[syvarris]

"H-hey!  I was gonna help!" Francesca says, falling to her knees as the chains pull her down.  Her smile is momentarily replaced by a frown, but reappears after a few seconds of struggling, albeit a bit strained.  "Well, at least you seem okay!  Shadesoul doesn't have to carry you if you can walk!  I was looking forward to trying to treating bullet wounds though..."

[VermilionSkies]

Huh. They aren't doing anything.
Seven gestures towards the chains binding the over-enthusiastic girl.
"You are dismissed. Thank you for your service."
She sits up straight from her scrambled position on the ground.
"I haven't been shot with a missile, anti-material rifle, or vehicle-mounted machine gun yet, so I guess you're all better than what I was dealing with a bit ago. Why are you all here?"

[Lenglon]

"Hey. We're here because the floating robot thing said you needed help, and that we had the tools to provide it."
Icatrina looked at her, possibly unnecessary, glowing runic shield, before stepping forward to stand near the girl, closing her eyes to just listen, half-expecting to hear the telltale whistle of descending mortars or some other weapon of war. Her tension making it hard for her to accept that this place actually is safe.

[Egan_BW]

Shadesoul watches the chains release and revert back into the soil with a bit of interest.
"So... What is that stuff..? Well, we can talk about that somewhere else. It's all clear now, but you kids won't believe how fast that can change."

"This organic is correct. Seven, we invite you and the rest to enter the Dragon. Er, that is the restaurant over there, Seven. She will carry us all to a safer place."

[VermilionSkies]

Might as well.

Seven gets to her feet, brushing some dirt and gravel off her jumpsuit, turning to the... cat? Cat-person? Cat-mercenary?
"I don't know what they're made of, but I do know who they are. We made a deal one night while I was sleeping, and they will come to fulfill it when I ask."
"I don't know exactly what they get out of it, but I think they like their job... when it's not too complicated."
Seven looks in the direction indicated by the mysterious disembodied voice and hops with excitement, heading towards it.
"Ah, a real restaurant! I've wanted to see one of these - do they really make food for you?"

[Egan_BW]

With that post, Seven has been retrieved and I'd call that mission success. If you have any remaining RP to post, do so within the next few days before I shuffle you all into the ship for debriefing time. After that, I'll have to work out leveling up / downtime stuff. And then an actual proper mission, yay!