"You'd finally be living up to your full potential!" these were the parting words of Bradamante. She'd take his accusatory finger as a point of pride. But by her own understanding he was definitely the best suited to lead them all to a new life, even if he didn't feel that way about himself. Moving on, Anais gave a gentle wave as she headed for the lower 60s to the archives.
Moving on, there was the matter of the young woman sitting on top of a man's back, choking him with a chain and speaking in strange metaphors and then rather suddenly she found her bottom being accosted. That is to say, it was assaulted by a twisting pinch which brought something of a girlish squeal from this obviously powerful woman. She squirmed atop the man as that sound left her mouth. "Eeep! What the hel-?!" she started to question only to turn slightly and find Astolfo behind her. She'd reach for him with the hand holding the chain, causing her chair to wiggle only to immediately stop. At the same time she tried to grab at Astolfo pulling him into the crook of her arm and right into the side of her bosom so she could accost the top of his head with her knuckles while expertly not spilling her drink. "-lo Astolfo. I didn't know you were back, but why are you always so bad at greetings?!" she asked while she rubbed her knuckles against his scalp with a medium amount of pressure. Not enough to make him hurt, just enough to make him uncomfortable. Just the same, she was rather happy, one of the livelier members of their party had returned. Just a few cells down, a man was being crucified, and blood was dripping from his impaled hand straight into a glass. The silver haired young woman was busy torturously bleeding this guy ounce by ounce. He was almost dead, and definitely a criminal, his blood was such hearty tasting thing, only... the taste of it was being drowned out... something rather sweet was hitting her palate and she had to get some of that. "You're hardly a meal compared to whatever that is... offer your prayers, it seems your death will be swifter than I intended," she claimed only to click her fingers together. When she did, all the blood left in this man's body poured from his wounds. Most of it, pouring down a drain. She didn't even want it anymore. She wanted something better!