** Elsa 'Predator' Strom releases a large smile, clearly glad to see her oncemore. She maneuvers around the walling to her right, trotting directly into Amber. She embraces her tightly, squeezing her. She laughs softly into her shoulder.
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany tenses immediately as soon as the woman ventures from her original position -- especially so when she moves to embrace. Her lips purse tightly, but she plays along for the moment being, a certain shake able to be felt and seen through her body. "Where've you been?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "I... I went out to the outlands."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "S-so many fucktards... It isn't safe anymore."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "I just came from there, remember? There.. isn't too many bad people. Better quality of life than in the slums."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Huh?"
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "I came from the Outlands. How do you think I got here from City twenty-three?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "You went on the train?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Well, you could have."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "No. I went through the Outlands and the Sewers."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Oh. Well, I went to the Outlands to get a break from idiots."
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany nods curtly, glancing over her shoulder to her right and left. Her jaw shakes, the quivering mass that was her body threatened to give out from underneath her repeatedly, and a shaky breath escaped from her maw. "Yeah.. yeah. Why don't we move somewhere...?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Sure... To the base?"
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "It got collapsed sometime, I don't know by what."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Oh... wow."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "I was wondering what happened, there's rubble everywhere."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Yeah. I'm working to clear a small pathway through it."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Mostly blocking entrances and stuff."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Can you just go, please?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "How di-"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Huh? Why?"
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Go. Lead on, somewhere."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Okay."
** Elsa 'Predator' Strom slowly begins to pull away from Amber, looking her stern in the eyes. She gives her a slight smile, a smile of reassurance or letting her know it's okay. She begins to turn around, strolling ahead towards another location.
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Is this okay, Amber?"
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany tenses both fists at her side, glancing towards the ground. "Yes.. Yes, it is." She swings her crossbow forward off her body and moves to the table, planting the hefty, bulky weapon on top of it and resting. "If you had to do one thing, in your final hour of life, what would it be? What would your bucket list be, Elsa?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "U-uh... I don't know. There's nothing really."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Anything. Give me something."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "I'd... I'd want to be there with you."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "I... I don't know what we'd do.."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Just... having your company."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Why?"
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Elsa, please, -PLEASE-, just give me something. Fuck, it can even be something as simple as food."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Didn't I answer it, saying I'd be with you? "
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Or..."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Do you want something else?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Fine... uh. Shooting them as much as I can, before dying."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: ""Them"?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "You know who..."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Say it."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "The Units."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Duh."
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany purses her lips together once more, before gifting a faint nod of acceptance. "Sure. Mind checking what's in the cabinets? Might be some food, or something of the sort.."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Sure."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Empty."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Both?"
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Mhm."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Why is it so fucking difficult to get shit done here."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "Because, it's shitty here."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Can't even depend on other people actually leaving out food to other people."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "True."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Just try again."
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "Search those ones."
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany bangs one fist against her hip, before finally giving up her play and taking some action. Her hand escapes down to her hip and withdraws her combat knife -- a long, serrated blade, capable of cutting near anything. She simply rushes the woman searching through the cabinets, launching her shoulder forward to send her into the wall / cabinets while her guard was down.
** Elsa 'Predator' Strom simply gets shoved against the Filing Cabinets with a lot of force, releasing a loud, "FUCK!" as she collides with the cabinets. She bounces backwards slightly, groaning in pain at the sudden outburst of violence.
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "What the HELL?"
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany wraps her arm around the woman's throat, her foot weaving around to trip the woman as Lamb releases her legs from underneath her to drag the woman to the ground, her free hand holding the knife pressing tightly against Elsa's mouth. Lamb's tone, though shaky, remained somewhat calm. "Elsa.. please don't fight. Just relax, please.. Please, please, please don't fight."
** Elsa 'Predator' Strom simply submits to Amber, beginning to tear up at the entire situation. She commences to shake wildly, afraid for her life. She lays against the floor tensed, innocent eyes gazing up at Amber's, eye contact meeting. A single tear sheds down, running slowly across her cheek. She holds completely still, not wanting to get herself cut from the knife. She simply awaits what is about to happen next.
** Repeated mutterances of cuss words escape from Lamb's mouth as she considers her words, the constant threat of the knife against the woman's lips was present. "I know.. I know what happened. I know the decision that you had to make." The grip around the woman's throat grew, not enough to completely restrict her from air, but struggling against it would be nigh hopeless. "I.. I can't watch you betray what you know. I can't let you do that -- the woman that I knew died the moment she was captured, I only want to.. lay the body to rest." A faint pressure in the back of Elsa's head could be felt, with the feeling and sensation of warm wetness -- tears soaking the back of her head, as Amber rested her face. "Please, please don't fight... I don't want to hurt you.. Stay still, and I'll let you talk. I promise."
** Elsa 'Predator' Strom attempts to talk through the blade, but only mumbles of undescribable words mutter out. She seems to give up, knowing what will eventually happen to herself. She gazes up at Amber as she speaks these true words, nodding towards her very lightly. She winces tightly at the pressure in the back of her head, feeling uncomfortable due to the tear's wetness. She begins to rest her eyes shut, whimpering softly to herself. She seems willing to listen to her still, though.
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany inhales through her nose, and removes her hand. "Just be calm, speak what you want to speak, but.. I can't let you leave this room, Elsa. I can't let you do what they want you to do. I don't know if they brainwashed you, I don't know if they tortured you, but I won't let it happen anymore." Amber's hand brushes along the outline of the woman's cheek, in a small attempt to soothe her.
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "I-I'm... I-I'm sorry..."
Elsa 'Predator' Strom says: "I-I d-didn't want to d-die... "
Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany says: "No, you don't need to be sorry. No one wants to die, especially not to them."
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany glances down, the ever threatening knife resting on the upper chest of the woman, flat. "I.. I'm sorry it had to be this way. If there was anything else I could have done, you know I'd have done it. For the short period of time that I knew you.. I enjoyed every bit of it, but.." She chokes on her words, another stream of tears escaping her, "...We'll see each other again up there, right?"
** Elsa 'Predator' Strom bursts into hysterical crying, shaking her head repeatedly, No. She shakes extremely wildly, not willing to accept this as her fate. She mumbles out of her mouth softly and distorted due to her crying and what not, "Please no..." She continues in this fit for a long while, seeming to not give it up for now. Tears dampen the floor nearby her head, wetting her hair slightly as well. Eventually, she slightly calms down, to a point to finally respond to her final sentence prior to this outburst. She whispers... "Y-y... Y-yes..."
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany cooes and relaxes, shifting their positions into something more comfortable -- resting Elsa's head on Lamb's shoulder, though still with the pressure of the arm wrapped around her neck. Well received or not, her head dips forward to offer one last kiss to the blonde, shakily and anxiously held for a few seconds, before leaning away, the knife raising. Her eyes drifted away. "I love you, Elsa. I'm sorry."
** Elsa 'Predator' Strom presses herself tightly against Amber, her breathing deep and audible, her breaths felt against her body part that she's being rested on. She embraces her tightly, extremely tight. She shakes her head no repeatedly against her shoulder, her nose nuzzling against it.  She simply seems to let go at this moment, loosening  her grip on her, laying limp against her body. She distinctly mutters out to her, as she begins to raise up her knife, "I-I l-loved you t-too..."
** The knife held in Lamb's hand seems to have grown in weight tenfold, and the woman behind it struggled to keep it up. A battle within her own mind was clashing, but it was clear what side had one after a minute. Her arm unwraps from Elsa's neck, and the hand that was now free silenced the woman from crying out in pain by clasping over her mouth. The knife is laid flat against the bare, pale skin of the throat, and with one last utterance of, "I'm... so sorry, Elsa," with a held breath, the serrated blade cuts through the throat and severs both carotid arteries. Blood would spray freely, but in this manner, Elsa would feel little to no pain, as nerves were severed and the brain's blood flow was completely eviscerated, leaving her to die in mere seconds.
** Amber 'Lamb' Mulvany releases the slash and gently holds the woman as she thrashes about with her neck cut open, the warm sensation of blood shooting out of her cut arteries flowing down her hand and spraying the walls with a coating of the crimson lifeblood. Yet, Lamb remained there for minutes, hours, rocking the body back and forth, cuddled up to the long ill-fated corpse that remained and gently hummed some long forgotten lullaby. The blood dried, caking the immediate area, and finally Lamb scooped up the body and carried it cradled between her arms, off to the subways and into the Outlands for a proper burial. She spoke to the corpse as if a living being the entire journey.