A prison designed for enemies of the state and the treasonous. It's medium security, built mostly to house political prisoners who committed official crimes. Unlike many installations in this area, it is well furnished with supplies, food, and weapons. Designed in a huge concrete rectangle that folds in on itself a few times, Jahdee is an interesting, if not intimidating, fortress in the hills.

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Yin, for her part, breathes out as they approach the prison. "Okay. So we called ahead, yay. Is there anything I can do to help convince them to release prisoners other than just be a polite, pretty, non-threatening face, or is that pretty much in your court?" Alou is the only one with a government actually backing him. Yin can only claim illegitimately, as a contingency.

"Well, we can come at them with the heartfelt pleas first. Then international sanctions; after all, these people have committed no crimes." Alou's feeling a little bit better today. A long plane ride, desert roads, and hostile dignitaries can kill one's sex drive in a hurry. "You okay to go into this, though?" He lays his hand on Yin's arm. She's reacted strangely to it lately, and he's sort of made a game/experiment about it.

She jumps, of course, though she's starting to build up a false immunity. She's also starting to get the hang of the fact that he's messing with her. She nods, though. "Absolutely. I want to see Troix...well, not as much as you, but plenty." Smiles. And Revilier. She's dressed and generally looking more like herself, but still with more of a feminine edge than usual. This time it's actually psychological...the less threatening she looks, the better.

Alou's a little disappointed. The reaction isn't as major as it was, which makes it less fun.

"Well. Just hurry with the friendly banter so it can fail and I can crack this facade open." Gabriel is not used to sitting in a car, even though Alou had insisted. 

"Your eagerness to blow things up is directly proportional to the length of the drive," Yin observes, smirking amusement. She thinks he gets a touch carsick, though she has absolutely no intention of saying so. Not enough of a death wish.

Everyone has their weaknesses. He doesn't ride rollercoasters either, for the same reason.

The car is checked at the front gate, and Alou provides the necessary papers. Heavily armed guards arrive to escort them to the office of the 'warden'.

Yin breathes out. This is actually a pretty earth-shattering occasion, openly meeting with mainstream human officials without pretense. If humans weren't so unpredictable, she'd be much more intrigued. She's not particularly worried about her own safety, but she is worried about whether they can get Troix and Revilier out of here. Folds her hands casually behind her as they approach the office, very much favoring an easy melding of mid-grade nobility, concerned pretty girl, and career military.

Down the halls of the 'official' section of the prison the party is led, far removed from the tiny circle in which a thousand prisoners live their meaningless lives. The lights flicker and sizzle here so often that Alou is convinced it's intentional, a setting meant to intimidate visitors. Their guides, a trio of burly men armed with AK-74U assault rifles, are quiet, and move in perfect step.

The warden's office, however, is richly decorated with commendations, fine paintings, a lavish and expensive desk and comfortable furniture. He has his own refrigerator and bathroom, as well as a coffee pot and plenty of supplies.

"Welcome, welcome," he greets them in somewhat broken English, a sizable Pakistani man dressed in sizable military beige. "I am the warden Hashim Omar. Make yourselves comfortable." He's obviously quite excited about this himself. "Do you object to television cameras?" he asks, eyes a bit wide. "This is, as you say, a momentous occasion."

When no one else answers for a moment, Yin speaks up. "No. The cameras are fine." This goes a bit against her spy-ness. But everything is so well-reported by this point that there's no hiding their existance or even their visit, so if the planet's dishing dirt about them, anyway, it may as well be about how normal and generally non-monstrous they are. "If my companions are comfortable." She smiles. A largely human face that this time has made no effort to conceal its strip of scales or her gracile horns.

Gabriel just shrugs. It's almost impossible for him to not look bored, but good heavens is he bored. Alou, whose closer-than-it-used-to-be haircut reveals his spinnerets completely, just nods.

"Wonderful, then. Now, I am not one for speeches. I am not what you call 'eloquent'," Omar laughs, obviously jubilant for the cameras. 

"Excusez-moi, messieurs," Alou interrupts, looking at the warden. "Parlez-vous français ?" If not, he'll be able to discuss terms with Yin without giving anything away.

Omar blinks, and smiles a little. "I'm sorry, I don't understand." Alou nods a little, and answers in heavily accented English.

"Okay. I get my associate to translate," he assures Omar, hand resting on Yin's shoulder.

"Good, good. So, what brings you to this humble institution?" Omar sits, indicating that they should sit as well. The cameras are rolling, one with a FOX news logo slapped on the side. Alou can almost imagine a little Republican standing just in front of the camera, translating what they say into cheapskate-ese.

Ugh. 'Why are they here' indeed. On with the bullshit. Yin sits, folding her legs delicately. "We're here about several hundred people of several species who are sequestered from their friends, spouses, children, and homes, despite having committed no crimes. We're here on behalf of many families that need to be put back together."

Omar folds his hands under his chin. "As much as the great nation of Pakistan wishes to see the innocent free, we are still learning the names and records of the individuals who came from the great sphere. To learn that other species of truly intelligent life exist in the world is a great discovery for all mankind." This, obviously for the cameras' sake. "Unfortunately, until we know who they are, we cannot free them. Rest assured that they are receiving proper care and housing here, in a wing separate from criminals."

Alou kneels next to Yin, and whispers softly next to her ear. "Selon nos espions, ils ne sont pas. Je ne sais pas si je suggérerais que nous sachions, cependant. Il pourrait l'irriter savoir que nous avons déjà infiltré la prison." His French is flawless, as smooth as rose petals.

"We're perfectly willing to open records of their individual identities in return for their freedom," Yin notes smoothly in return. "We are very concerned. Not that the Pakistani goverment isn't attempting to be impeccable hosts, but due to the fact that they are, as you observed, not human. They are not suited for human rations, food types, conditions, and living quarters. The wyverns and the dragons," more words that have already been all over the news, confirmed by prisoners, "in particular are nearly impossible to quarter safely without far more background knowledge than you've had time to gain. Not only are their needs as a species different from those of humans, but their needs are far less homogenous at the intraspecies level. Conditions that could be ideal for one dragon could be directly fatal to another. At the least, and by no fault of your own, I would guess that some of your guests have already taken ill."

This is true. Omar doesn't hide it, though, and nods. "We have tried to bring in scientists to test them, and even ask them what they need. Many refuse to speak."

"It's obvious that the bastard hasn't asked all of them. He can give us generalizations all day long," Alou softly says next to Yin. "We should ask him to let us see the prisoners. Let us talk to some of them."

"Then let us speak to some of them. Dragons especially are proud," and racist, not that wyverns aren't, "and will be far more willing to talk to us. I cannot emphasize enough that every dragon and wyvern must be spoken to individually to maintain health, and the spiders' quarters likely need to be adjusted as well. We're perfectly willing to continue to speak in front of the cameras." Or, he can look like he's hiding something in front of all of them.

Omar, though, just smiles an expansive smile. "Very well, then. Let me give you the tour." 

Alou's hackles raise. That was too easy. Even Gabriel glances at him, which prompts Omar to speak directly to the Dumeni prototype directly.

"And which of these new species do you represent...?" He doesn't know their names yet. Fuck.

"The superior one. Move along."

Omar smiles a little. That's just the kind of thing the cameras need to see.

Oy. They brought him on a diplomatic mission why? Because she'd been ordered to, right. Kind of. "Gabriel is not affiliated with any of the groups incarcerated here," Yin notes as she stands. "He acquiesed my request to accompany us for protection, with so many of our fellows already incarcerated and so many unknowns." He's not the ambassador. We're the ambassadors. Fuck off, skippy.

Omar accepts this explanation with a nod. "Fair enough. This way, please." He turns his back on them - though the armed guards don't - and begins walking towards the tertiary wing where all the 'special people' are housed.

"This is bullshit," Alou notes upon seeing the clean and well regulated facilities where hundreds of Dragons, Wyverns, and Spiders are being held. "They cleaned this place up just for the cameras." Because of them, he's also whispering directly into Yin's air. People around the world certainly speak French. 

Row after row of almost sparkling cells, four to a cell with no care of which species is where, line the walls of this place. No sign of Troix, though.

Yin nods just the littlest bit...though her pants are squirming a little at the whispering. Damn that green-eyed hippie! She pauses in front of the first cell, glances it over. Bows to it briefly with a cursory draconic word of greeting--it would be considered immensely rude to just start talking about them without acknowledging them first--before looking back to Omar. "These are an Alpine dragon and a fire dragon. They cannot be housed together. The temperature range ideal for an Alpine dragon is in the vacinity of ten to thirty degrees farenheit. They'll exhibit signs of heat stroke otherwise. A fire dragon, on the other hand, will approach hypothermia at those temperatures."

The alpine already looks pretty bad. The fire, however, is just fine in the Pakistani heat.

Down the way, Revilier drags himself up against the bars. He could have sworn he heard Yin's voice, but has been hallucinating so badly that he can't be sure. The spider female in his cell helps him up- she'd been injured during the exile, like many, and he had healed her.

"Take notes," Omar says to his secretary-crony, "we will make adjustments accordingly." And he continues down the line, totally uninterested in the plight of these dragons.

"He's stringing us along," Alou continues whispering, oblivious to Yin's private sensation. "If the doors don't slam shut, I will be surprised."

"Further," Yin notes as they walk, "dragons and wyverns both become very ill if they can't adopt a full, reptilian form for an extended period of time. It would take a large area, say, gymnasium-esque, to allow them to do for a few minutes."

Omar turns. "That is asking for much faith, my dear."

Alou sighs. " Must they all try to sound like james bond villains?"

"That is asking that you, as you had originally offered, at least avoid directly harming these people through living conditions neglectful of their species' needs," Yin purrs in return.

"I simply cannot do this without proof that such a change is possible," Omar admits. "Can you provide it?"

Gabriel looks at Omar, eyes narrowing. His lip twitches just a bit. Alou catches it, but shakes his head. 

"We're about to have a problem. I think crazy eyes here sees it too."

And just on cue, the guards at either end of the long prison row turn the locks on the doors. Quietly, though. Omar is still listening to Yin.

Yin glances behind at the sound of locks turning. Great. "I cannot. I am not a dragon. I am a dragoon. I am subspecies of human who made the personal decision long ago to align myself with dragonkind."

"Considering what we have seen, that is not so far-fetched," Omar admits. Looks up, at the men gathering on the catwalks. "What are you doing? Unlock those doors."

He barely finishes the sentence before bullets rip across the row. Alou shoves at Yin to move her out of the way, his sharp senses warning him at the click of triggers. Gabriel whips around at the same time to try and shield them, but not before Omar goes down and the prisoners begin to panic.

Yin's thrown off balance and reaction time by Alou's shove, but gets herself together just enough for a shield of ice to snap straight up before them. It's moot, though, under the strength of Gabriel's shield. "Okay. Plot twist. Why is the warden twitching and who convinced me to not bring a gun?"

"We did," Alou sighs, "because you know you don't need one."

"Lay down your arms!" Someone shouts, unnecessarily. "We control this prison now!" One of the men atop the catwalk throws his hat aside, revealing long, sweeping horns. A dragon. With a wyvern at his side. And another.

Yin blinks. Oh...kay. So. No humans are going to consider them hostiles and they'll probably be looking at war in the near future. On the other hand, short term gain. If these guys are on our side, of course.... Sets her hands behind her neck meanwhile. They can't fight this many with any ease. Well. Maybe Gabriel can. "Suppose they're on our side?"

"We'll have to find out. That's a dragon though, and this doesn't seem like Mediator or dragon tactics." Alou looks at her. "This is almost terroristic."

"You all will be released in short order," the apparent leader shouts over the rattle of the prisoners. "You, with the cameras. Shut them off. We'll have need for them in a moment."

"It would seem weird to have been allowed to come here with this planned," Yin observes. Looks up at the leader. Vaguely familiar. Probably encountered him professionally sometime in the past...god knows when, though.

The man in question vaults over the rail, landing softly. The wyvern at his side drops as well, and they approach Yin, who is still encased in a shield. Gabriel's just watching for now.

"You saw what was about to happen," says the dragon, who is almost certainly the water dragon from the hospital. "You saw that humans were beginning to take their superior stance against us."

Oh. This asshole. She still loathes him. The ice shield cracks awhile, although she's not entirely sure it's safe. "Far be it for me to argue. This could start a world war. But..." glances into a cell. "Some of the detainees are in bad shape. They need the help sooner instead of later."

"I know." He looks at her. Eyes narrow. "You need to talk to our leader. You and I won't work well together." He glances up just as a human descends the ladder, dressed in Pakistani military guise. She smiles at Yin when she comes close.

"Yin," Embriel purrs, "it's going to be okay. We're going to set everyone free."

Yin smiles a bit, albeit a touch crookedly, at the human. "Hey, Embriel. I hear you've been busy. Thanks."

"I hated to use tactics like this," she admits. "I've learned so much since the last time I saw you. I'm not a perfect soldier yet but I'm trying." She looks at Gabriel, who's starting to look bored again. "Things are bad. Humans were starting to suspect something was up before the Dome went up. Millarca's activity's exposed a lot of us. Now they have proof and paranoia's already setting in. Whole countries are deciding dragon and wyvern and spider fate." She looks at Alou. "Whole communities of spiders have been found. Gathered, and taken to camps."

Yin closes her eyes a moment. Great. A Holocaust. Doesn't use this word for Alou's sake...although he's almost certainly thinking it, too. "Organizations that have been weak like the United Nations are goign to decide a lot of it...most of the independently powerful nations and coalitions are either dragon or wyvern controlled somwhere along the way, though there are probably going to be riots when they find this out...anyway. New world order, can't do much about it, can we help in moving the detainees out?"

"If you'll promise that you won't try to stop us to regain diplomacy," Embriel nods with that sweet innocence that made her such a popular porn model. "And honey. There is no wyvern regime anymore. Humans snapped up the pieces after Revilier, then Adelisa and Prata Omeaux, disappeared."

"Great. So, more loose ends. And I won't try to stop you from anything I can see going on right now." Unless orders came through to do so. But they probably won't. "Don't exactly have the upper hand, and it's not like we're responsible for any of this. Came here to retrieve prisoners through peaceful means, so much for that, at least we can get the second part done."

"Okay then." Embriel takes a step back. "Nobody shoot Yin and her friends, okay?" Smiles. "That's authority."

Gabriel lets his shield down. Damn. He was gonna have some fun, at last. Alou steps close to Yin, looking her over.

"You okay?" he softly asks, genuinely worried. Embriel puffs a bit, and turns to start unlocking cells.

Yin nods a little. "Yeah. Thanks." She means for the "shoving her aside from bullets" thing, though it can be misconstrued. Breathes out. "Uneasy, of course. Millarca failed, but welcome to the beginning of the end of the world." Smiles a small, grim smile. It fades to a more neutral expression. Looks down the halls. "Meantime, if you're okay with it, of course, I know your bosses may not be thrilled to see you cooperating...let's see about getting these guys out and finding Troix and Revilier in the process, huh?"

"Yeah." Alou couldn't care less about his bosses anymore. He just wants to rest, but that doesn't stop him from meandering up and down the halls, looking and opening when he can. Almost all of the non-fire and shadow dragons are ill, and many of the wyverns as well. The spiders are doing okay, in general, despite the normal discomforts. Gabriel busies himself by ripping cells open, bored of all of the politics.

Revilier just waits for YIn. He can see her. Is she real this time? He doesn't know. He looks awful, though; aside from using so much of his energy healing prisoners, he'd been punished numerous times by Millarca before being set out with the rest of them. One would think he'd been here for years.

Yin, regardless of her current rank, very much looks the part of a high-level dragoon...in such, she immediately has her hands full with dragons trusting her to help. And she does...shouldering this or that heavily leaning bigger-person, tending injuries, whatever. Time to be military.

She moves things along quickly and efficiently, though...until she catches sight of a certain deposed general. Eyes widen, and she can't really help her pace quickening to a lope. "Revilier..." God, he looks like the living dead. The lock is picked in half a second flat, and she slips inside to steady him as quickly.

Revilier slumps over when the door opens. The spider lady who'd been helping him is there too, looking to Yin. 

"You must be Yin, then," she quietly notes. "He kept talking about you, but I dont' think he knew he was."

Elsewhere, Gabriel is busily freezing sections of the row for some of the dragons. Alou is searching for Troix, opening gates as he goes. Most of the cells are opened in short order, as Embriel's squad is pretty sizable too.

He kept talking about her...?

She's dead surprised. Really...she's been trying so hard to avoid setting herself up for an enormous letdown, somewhere she's convinced herself that he doesn't feel the same way. Yin nods just a little to the spider...eyes softening a touch. She's been taking care of him. "Yeah..."

She's already on a knee in front of the wyvern. Lifts him a bit, gently. She is stronger than the average girl, after all. "Revilier...? Are you okay?" Holds him, just tries to hold him steady. Her hands both blaze to life with the Golden spell, not caring who sees right now. "Revilier...?"

Linked to the spell as he is, his injuries burn away, knit, restored in a heartbeat. The fact that he's half-starved and exhausted cannot be helped, but it's enough to make him lucid again.

"Yin," he mutters through dry, cracked lips. "Where's Prata...? Where's Yin?"

Her brow knits a little...just...so concerned. "Revilier. Yin. Right here, right?" Pets the back of his hair once gently, trying to get his attention. "Prata isn't here. I am."

He blinks. Stares up at her. "Yin. I can see you. Tell me you're real this time?" His color is coming back a little bit.

"This is charming, really," Gabriel grumbles, "but we should be extricating these people. And covering this up."

Yin snarls inwardly. Damn but he can be an ass! Still...a correct ass. Looks back to Revilier, and moves to stand up and help him achieve the same. "Yeah. Yeah I am." For the wyvern, her eyes immediately soften again. "Are you okay to walk...?"

REvilier's eyes close. "I will be. Thank you, Yin."

Alou bites his lip a little at that sight, when he comes back to them. Looks at Gabriel. "So... what do we do?"

"We move these people out, and I demolish this place. Accidents happen." Gabriel folds his arms over his chest. "Then the news crews show film of everyone being freed."

Yin only just barely hears this, though she's moving enough on autopilot that she's still working towards the goal of getting everyone up and out. "Anytime," she notes softly as she helps him up, carefully under his arm in case he stumbles. Looks to Alou and Gabriel. "How much of the block is clear?"

Alou looks away from them. Fucking hell. "All of it, though we lost a few. I'll go talk to the news people." And he goes, not waiting for a response. Gabriel watches him, rolling his eyes.

Yin blinks once. What the hell just happened...? Regardless, she looks to the spider. "And you, Miss? CAn you walk all right?"

"Just fine. He took good care of us." The spider woman steps out of the cell and stretches. She's short, like all Spider women, and is a handsome type approachign middle age.

"HOw do you propose we evacuate them?" Gabriel asks, glancing at Embriel when she approaches.

"We've got some choppers. God, I didn't know there was this many."

"If we're short and have any elder dragons around strong enough to fly, they may be able to help, too," Yin points out. A number of people could fit one's back, at least to a rendevous point.

"I don't think any elders were willing to side with Millarca," Revilier explains, voice still a little strained. "And Wyvern scales are too sharp on the back, too hard, for anyone to ride."

"I can transport them, but with this many it would take some time. We would almost certainly have to prioritize them." Gabriel watches an unduly attractive Granite Wyvern female walk past, speaking with one of the 'rescue party'. "Some of them are not much worse for wear."

"Point. Prioritizing is going to have to happen, anyway, with who goes first...anyway...how much are we even short, Embriel, if at all?"

"We've got a few choppers, but there must be a thousand people here," she admits. "I'm new at planning things. We can't just leave the other prisoners here if we're going to detonate the place."

Gabriel glances at her as if to ask 'and just why not?'

Well, at least Yin had been saved from having to say it. That's characteristic Embriel, though...she tends to get things done on sheer stubborness and charisma. The vampiress sighs inwardly, thinking. "Okay. How many people can your choppers safely accomodate, and where are they going? How far is the rendevous point, and what's there?"

"Okarthel's close enough to go straight there by chopper in good weather," the former porn star admits. "We can't take them anywhere there are humans."

"Will the dragons like that?" Alou asks, returning from a sweep of some solitary cells.

"No, but I'm all but certain they'll accomodate it under the circumstances," Yin notes, looking over to him. "Dragons are very good about taking care of their own, and we have lots of injured dragons and halfbloods here. The spiders and wyverns will be tended as side note. I doubt they'll be willing to send more air support, though." She also doubts they'll react kindly to this strike, though it's hard to say just how much or little. Considers. "Do we have any shift dragons here that anyone's noted?" Illusion element.

"Not that I could see," Alou admits.

"None," Revilier shakes his head. "There were three, but the remained in the Dome through artifice."

"What did you have in mind?" Gabriel's getting antsy.

"Even 'smaller' dragons who are more than large enough to carry two to four people on their backs, and the sand, fire, and some of the earth dragons I've seen have been come through strong enough to transport that many people each." It helps that fire is one of the most common breeds of dragon. "There's a chance they could make up the entire difference, or most of it at the least...however, they're still not as undamaged as they might be and will need to rest at least three times before getting to Okarthel. Between that and the very real possibility of a human air force getting sicked on us...it just won't work unless they can be hidden."

"Then let me transport them." Gabriel smirks. "Have this 'rebel cell' start prioritizing them. And don't you have a child to find? Leave evacuation to me."

Yin nods a bit. She isn't a commander or important player in this, anyway. "Right." Looks to Alou. "You still haven't found her, then...? What still needs to be searched?"

"The wing with the real prisoners," Alou notes. He's looking at Revilier now, with equal amounts jealousy and disdain. "But I can handle it. If you want to help him."

Now she's feeling the pressure of being caught between two people. She definitely feels deeply about Revilier...but just as much about Alou. Just in a different way. Pragmatism is only on the side of one, though, and she dearly hopes they won't force her to really choose between them. Looks to Revilier. "You need to be on one of the choppers, or transported back to Okarthel...you need to get to a hospital where you can be properly tended and rehydrated." She's really worried. His formerly chiselled muscle is gone...from being unable to use it for so long, but also from malnutrition.

It twists at her heart to not be able to cling and just hold him awhile. But...fate just may never let that be the case with them.

"I will live," he assures her, "we need to find Troix. Troix." Closes his eyes. "Troix is not who she used to be."

Yin's brow creases a little. "What do you mean?"

"She's still a child," he explains, leaning a little less on her. "But her body is grown. She's... something else. Humanoid, bipedal, but she has wings and spinnerets. Her wings are like glass." He's not sure if he's lucid, but he thinks that's what he saw.

"Oh..." Yin has to smile a little. "Yeah. That's...hm. Will explain it later." Grins a little. Looks to Alou. "Shall we?"

"sure." The spider-lady is there to help Revilier, and Alou walks swiftly to the other doors, trusting Yin to follow.

This she does, at a good spot to cover from...large throwing-spikes of ice manifesting in her hands as they walk. "Is this area controlled by Embriel's?" She inquires softly.

"Yeah," he answers her, looking back. "So, you and him?" Glancing in the bars as he goes... there are soome rough looking customers in here, bearded, glaring, malnourished and paranoid.

Yin's cheeks colour. As accustomed as they are to each other and this kind of situation, talking doesn't hurt her performance. "Yeah," she notes softly. "Or, I'd like to think so." Eyes dart to movement in her peripheral. Nothing, just a prisoner interested in another set of non-humans.

Many of the prisoners come to the bars at the sight of Yin - a woman, here? and not half-starved? - and begin to rattle chains and shout, making all levels of noise. Alou keeps his eye open for Troix, of course, as he follows along.

"That's good," the spider admits both to her and to himself. "We'll get him fixed up and he'll be just fine."

In one of the cells, a corner is conspicuously uninhabited save one. A female, but not of any race Alou's ever seen. Probably an adult and some breed of spider, based on her spinnerets. But folded at her back hang a pair of translucent, primsmatic butterfly wings, and her hair antennae are the same color. Her half-open eyes, too. She's mostly naked, and in bad shape.

Yin's brow creases. She's silent for a few moments before, finally... "Troix...?" In any case, it's someone who needs help, and she drops one of her ice spikes to pick the lock.

The butter-spider opens her eyes more fully at the voice. "Yin..?" Her voice cracks, wavering between Troix's and a more adult tone that she doesn't seem to have ahold of just yet. She tries to rise, but wobbles. Takes a step, trips, but catches herself.

Alou almost shoves YIn out of the way when the lock doesn't pick immediately, but restrains himself. "Troix...! That's you...?"

The lock pops, and the door opens. Instantly a glut of prisoners rush to get out, one of them slugging Alou soundly in the face through the bars.

Yin growls. "Humans," she murmurs, steadying Alou after the blow. Her palm flashes gold quite briefly. Just waits out the rush, though. After all, the place is going to get demolished. Slips and shoves into the cell the instant it's possible, just a step after Alou, rushing towards the ...no longer little, no longer spider, but still Troix.

Alou reacts, though. After Yin steadies him he turns his spinnerets towards the prisoner who'd struck him, spraying and coating his feet so that he can't run. Only then does he give his attention back to Troix, who manages a bright smile for Yin.

"I didn't know you'd be here, Yin," she points out in that seesaw voice. "Where's Revilier? Is he here?"

Alou looks at her, but Troix doesn't pay him too much attention.

Yin cringes inwardly, heart breaking a little for Alou. Troix should be all over him, not her. But she smiles back...not falsely. So damned glad to see Troix ...okay. "Yeah, he's back in the other hall. Alou's here, too!" She smiles brightly as she moves to help Troix up, rune burning into the back of her hand.

Troix blinks at the light. "What's that, Yin?" She asks this as though she's never seen it, though a memory of it does pop into her mind. "That's Revilier's thing. Hi Alou." The last is said with only a passing interest, as Troix, who is now a solid 5'10'', wraps her long arms around Yin. "You got short!"

Yin snickers. "I did my best. Come on...let's all get out of here. Can you stand okay?" Glances contritely to Alou, a cornered sort of look about her. Has no idea if she should be apologetic or...what.

"I can stand so good, Yin, I'll show you!" Troix releases her, beaming, and takes a wobbling step. It's plain that she's not used to having long legs... or breasts, for that matter, as she quickly puts her hands over them to keep them from moving. 

Alou just smiles back at Yin. No resentment, no hurt, no... anything. "You two get out of here. I'll be right behind you, after I let this guy loose." He glances at the prisoner, who is struggling against the webbing.

Yin snickers quietly. As is often the case with her poor garments...an ice-claw manifests on one of her fingers, and a wide strip is cut from the bottom of her long shirt. "Hold up your arms, sweetie." This done, she slips her hands under what's left of the spider's shirt, and ties this tightly around her breasts. "We'll need to take you shopping for some big girls' clothes when we get back."

Troix takes a step, and beams. "That's better. I gotta get these things took off, or something. People were lookin'." She makes a point not to lean on Yin as she wobbles out, waving at Alou when she goes.

"Be right with you," Alou notes. He's not moving yet, though he does glance at the stuck guy now and again. Eyes harden, just for an instant.

Yin...does not want to be the stuck guy right now. Alou is mostly impassive all the time, unless it's a good emotion, but...well. He's got a lot of frustration to take out. "Be careful, Alou. Call if you need me."

And she carefully helps Troix towards the entrance.

Troix goes, not paying any more attention to Alou. Not when there's Yin to talk to.

"I was in the coolest place," Troix explains as they walk together, though she does look back at the sound of open hand against cheek back in the prison. "It had gold people, and Wyverns and humans! And everyone was friendly."

Yin grins at Troix. "I'm glad you had fun, sweetie. I was there for a couple of days, but didn't get to see you...pretty city, yes?"

"It was so pretty! And everyone was nice to me, even the guy with the flags." Troix ponders a moment, eyes sparkling pleasantly. "I don't think he had any shirts, though. But I got to stay with Revilier a lot, and he taught me how to play with jacks."

Yin smiles. Aww... "We're lucky girls, Troix. We've got lots of good guys around us! I like Revilier a lot...and did you know that Alou's been looking for you pretty much night and day, all over the world? He missed you a lot."

"Alou? Yin, I don't want to talk about Alou." Troix keeps walking, apparently unperturbed. "My mommy got killed, and Alou was there. He should've saved her."

Ahhh...that...explains much. Finally the route of the problem. Troix is a hurting little girl who's lost her mother. "Troix...he wanted to, with all his heart. He just... couldn't."

"He could. He could he could! He just didn't!" She's starting to pout, but she doesn't draw away from Yin. "And he lied to me. He said she was on a mission and then we left home and I got napped. And then I lost my four legs."

The lying...psychologically damaging, had to be done. Was the least of multiple evils. "You looks very pretty on two," Yin offers, smiling a bit. "And you picked up those lovely wings! Are you able to fly, sweetie?"

Troix looks over her shoulder, and the wings lift. "They're kinda flimsly," she notes. "I don't know! I could try, but later, cause they're broken." Well, not broken, but one edge of one does have a slight rip in it.

In the other hall, Embriel has most of the priority evacuees moved into a circle. Gabriel stands in the middle of them, writing symbols into the air. It's fluid, but now and then he has to stop and change one.

And then, in a wink, they're gone.

"We'll get them all fixed up for you, then." The vampiress smiles. "Get them fixed, build up some strength, and see what happens! I think I know a little bit more about why you're rainbow-shiny, and it makes me think that dragons will be happy to help you out with all that." Yin glances around for the route to a chopper, or Revilier, or...whatever comes first.

Embriel and her troops begin reassigning the rest of the prisoners. Some, of course, are hostile to the idea of being evacuated. Several of them are floating, bound by some invisible force, near the wall-- Gabriel's doing. Revilier is helping direct traffic, looking a bit more in control than he was a moment ago.

"He looks hungry," Troix notes.

"Very much so. We'll all have a nice dinner when we get home...and I'll see if I can scrounge up anything in the meantime." Yin heads over to Revilier. "Now we've got everyone, I hope," she notes as she approaches, smiling. "Well. Alou will be along in a few moments. What can I do?"

Revilier looks at her. Smiles, gradually. "You're doing fine. I think Ms. Embriel and that pale shark man have this mostly figured out, provided his teleportation isn't some kind of trick." He looks over Yin's shoulder. "Hi Troix."

"Hi! Lookit!" And she wiggles her wings.

"Beautiful, dear." He looks back to Yin. "I'm glad she's okay. I haven't seen her in a week, and I was starting to worry."

"She's fine. She's just in need of a hair cut and some new clothes...both of which we'll get taken care of back home." Smiles at the spider. "What do you say, Troix? Girls' day sound fun?"

"It sounds fun to me!" Troix beams, and even though her features have grown and changed, the ghost of that little spider girl with the hissing and whooshing breath is still evident.

Revilier smiles, and nods. "We need to talk, as well, Yin. But not here." His hand finds her elbow. "Pencil me in, would you?"

The hand sends a jolt of sensation through her, a little more evident than she's been managing to keep it since she hadn't expected it...but her eyes soften, immediately warmer. "I suppose I can fit you in somewhere." Her other hand covers his briefly, along with a small smile. She dearly wishes this were the time or place to be more expressive. She wants to tackle him to the floor and hug him until he can't breath.

"Thanks." Mostly, he just wants to clean himself up and look somewhat reasonable. He feels like a filthy lizard right about now.

A soft glow heralds Gabriel's return, without the prisoners.

"Next." He looks positively sick with ennui. "Quickly, now. I'm bored."

Yin releases the wyvern's hand, and looks back to Troix. "You should go along this time, Troix sweetie. I'll meet you there soon." She glances back down the hall. Alou's certainly taking his time.

Troix's eyes go wide. "No, I don't want to, Yin! I wanna stay with you and Revilier!"

Yin blinks once...smiles a little. Ruffles Troix's antennae as she has in the past, even if she has to reach up now. "Fair enough, Kiddo. You'll stay with us." Smiles.

Troix beams at the ruffling, eyes closed, just like Yin does.

Alou finally emerges through the door, all smiles. There's a bit of blood on the back of his left hand.

"So. How's it coming, kids?"

"Pretty well. The evacuation plan may have been sketchy, but it seems to have fallen together fine. Mostly because of Gabriel, but anyway." She smiles. She has an extra scrap of cloth from the makeshift bra still dangling from the bottom of her shirt. Cuts this off, and holds it out to Alou without comment or looking that way to use as a towel. Troix, for one, doesn't need to see.

Alou looks down at his hand. Looks at Yin. "I'm fine," he notes, and just rubs it on his shirt, which is dark enough to hide it pretty well. "Are we going to evac the rest of these animals?"

"Animals?" Troix asks, perking up.

"Prisoners, dear," Revilier corrects.

"Poop."

"We should. If not, it will be taken as a war crime and a sign that non-human species are hostile; immediate threats. Destroying a prison is a power show if everyone was evacuated first, but terrorism if they weren't." Yin sighs. Doesn't feel like it, but it has to be done. "Just getting them outside and away from the prison should be enough, I'd think."

"Fine." Gabriel nods. "We'll get these people out. Then I will do the rest, and your choppers will leave." He looks to the TV crews. "What of them?"

"Embriel's people are going to send a message, I think," Revilier answers. "Hopefully nothing over the top."

Embriel chuckles quietly. "I won't take off my clothes. I promise."

Troix blinks. "Why not?"

"Because, sweetie," Yin can't help but purr, "she and I don't do that kind of thing anymore."

Revilier closes his eyes at the same time Alou does. Mmm... candy.

Troix just smiles. "Your clothes will get wet when you take a bath, you know."

"Ah! How I missed our resident literalist." Yin smirks at the kinda-girl. Looks at the others. "I should probably get to work with evacuating the humans. I don't think they've seen an intact woman for a long time with how they were looking at me, so the chest ornaments should wield a tremendous amount of power." Smirks at the look on the spider's and wyvern's faces. "Not that they didn't already."

"Pbbbt," Alou scoffs with an amused smirk. "We were thinking about her." He jerks his thumb at Embriel, who actually goes a little red.

Troix just smiles, and goes to Revilier when he beckons. "See you in Okarthel, Yin."

Yin grins. "No one ever did bald so well. And yeah, see you then, Troix." Smiles at the spider and wyvern, tears herself away, and heads off into the other wing to shoo people out.

Troix watches her go, eyes twinkling with a distinctively unhappy glow. "I hope I get to see her again this time."

Alou just closes his eyes, and goes when Revilier calls.

Inside the cell, he's left a small something behind. Though he's mostly covered with webbing, the sounds of the fist-happy prisoner's agonized groaning swarm across the dry prison air like mid summer flies looking for something to consume.

Yin sighs. She's learned to pick apart webbing by now--mostly because she's had to clean it out of her house a couple of times--and freezes and cracks away at it until she gets the fellow clear about twenty seconds later.

She bends, and lifts him clean off the ground by the front of the shirt collar. "You are exceedingly lucky," she notes without inflection, "that he's a good man. For how difficult his lot has been the last year, for how much stress he's been under...for you to have punched him away from seeing his long-missing daughter and still be breathing is more than I may have granted you." Her hands burn to life in gold.

A few moments later, she drops him. "Your body's repaired. Leave quickly. This prison is going to be destroyed." Looks around for others, finds none, and turns on her heel to scan for any more, or hidden areas.