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Hallway 3rd floor - Morning

Pounce had been rather insistent that Beka'd go retrieve her baton from the weapons locker that morning and Beka knew not to argue when it came to these things. Not that he'd tell her what was happening, but then she'd not have to wait for much longer. When she'd reached the third floor, there were loud noises coming from the common room. It seemed someone was throwing the plates in the kitchen around and she'd taken one step towards it when Pounce warned her not to.

The next instant, sommat small and grin and evil looking darted out of the common room. Its intentions seemed obvious, it bared its teeth and made a launch for Beka. She'd been able to draw a knife just in time as the creature jumped up at her. It had fangs and claws and she blocked its attack with her arm, taking the scratches while she brought the knife up and slid its throat.

"Mithros, what was that?" she stared at the thing lying on the ground and the noises in the common room sounded worse now. She was no fool and Beka backed up. Jonas was on this floor. His door only a few steps behind her and she moved towards it, keeping her eyes on the common room while she knocked on his door.

[She's bugging Jonas, but definitely open for anyone who wants to team up.]

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Pounce was inside the door first and Beka followed, shutting it quickly behind her afore another critter could follow her in.

She noted his position, the injuries would come later. The gremlin lying on the ground was her main concern. "Is there just the one?" she asked, moving towards it, her knife ready.

"Unless there's more hiding," he said, shaking his head. He glanced around his room though, scanning for more of those...things. "Just the one. He woke me up and I didn't know what else to do."

"Kill it," she said as the creature started to stir. It'd not get a chance to get up as she sliced its throat. "I don't think it's safe to stay here. There's a bunch of them down the hall."

"Kill i--" His word got lost on an exhaled breath when she did actually kill it and then just concentrated on breathing. "I don't know how to kill anything. I don't think I'll be helpful."

She glanced up at him. "They've no intention to spare us," she said quietly, hoping he'd understand and she moved back to her feet. Her eyes flicked down to his leg. "Are you badly hurt?"

"No, I know," he said and rubbed his eyes to clear them. He'd seen that happen before, he had the memories still weighing heavy but it still surprised him. "I know. And no, I think--"

he eyed his leg and winced. "It stings a little. Are you hurt?"

"Only scratches," she regarded her arm. "We need to bandage them afore we do aught. Blood loss is sommat we do not need."

"I don't have any bandages," he told her, shaking his head and finally peeling himself off the wall. "It's not that bad. I'm all right."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "You've got sheets," she pointed out. She'd not listen if he argued. Losing blood made you slow and they'd not need that.

"You want to use my sheets?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Will those work?"

"Yes," she said, eyeing his bed. "Preferable clean ones. Do you have any?"

"I have some of the extra blankets from the previous weekend," he offered, pulling some out of the closet. "Will those do? It's all I have."

She shook her head. "The sheets work better," she said, moving to his bed. Hopefully he'd not be too attached to them as she was already pulling them off.

"Can you get some water?" she asked, not wanting to waste too much time.

"I guess--all right," he said, trusting her and getting his legs moving enough that he could pull out some of the water bottles in Codex's small refrigerator. "How much?"

She'd wiped her knife on the edge of the sheet afore she started ripping it in several pieces. "Just the one for now. We can take the rest with us," she replied.

Jonas realized he was going to have to buy more sheets. That thought skittered away though and he stumbled back over, handing her the water bottle.

"I've got a bag," he said quickly, retrieving it from his closet and dropping it on his bed.

"I forgot mine," she said sheepishly and she gave him a smile. "Sit down."

"You don't want to go first?" Jonas asked, slightly wary.

She shook her head and motioned towards the bed for him to sit again. "No, we don't know how much time there'll be later. We should do what we can now. It won't take long."

"But it doesn't hurt," he told her, taking a seat on the bed anyway. "I'm all right. It's just a little...stingy."

She'd believe him when she saw it. He could be the type who downplayed injury and she'd rather not have to realize it was much worse once they were out again.

"Mayhap, but we don't know if they're poisonous," she reasoned as she squatted down. "And it's best to make certain the wound doesn't get dirty."

Luckily, he seemed to not be lying. She used the water to wash off the blood and wrapped the makeshift bandage around the scratches.

Jonas only flinched briefly before he settled and looked down at what she was doing. It wasn't a pill but, for some reason, he liked this better. It meant he could heal naturally and not with some artificial help.

"Do you know what they are?" he asked in the interim.

"I thought they'd be the gremlins everyone's warning about," Beka said, making certain the bandages weren't wrapped too tightly, but it'd not do if they came loose later. "But I do not feel differently."

They're a different kind, Pounce said, he was sitting beside the gremlin's body, giving it a distasteful look.

"There are different kinds now?" Jonas asked, eyes widening. "I barely know how to get away from the first and now there are different kinds that apparently like the taste of blood?"

Jonas rubbed his eyes and sighed. "This weekend was supposed to be quiet."

Things will rarely happen how you think they're supposed to, Pounce told him. These creatures don't belong here.

"But they're here now," Beka sat down beside Jonas once she was finished and took the water to clean off her own arm. "Mayhap we can lock up the ones in the common room."

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