different but the same - open; wanderer

[radeken]

Ohhh, she did not the third person. Radeken's hackles bristled in spite of herself and she held her breath, praying for someone larger to come along and take the situation out of her paws. Nothing about this was good. Those claws alone made her wince, imagining the pain they could inflict, but the sword...well, despite being very jealous of the weapon, she found it a bit ridiculous that he would insist on lugging it around, especially when he already looked more than equipped to turn someone inside out in under a second, but it was the off-chance that he actually knew what he was doing with that thing that really had her fur on end. She didn't like any of this. Radeken swallowed.

"[color=black]Well, he'd better get used to them." She managed, taking a step back and then more as casually as she could manage when more Ascendants showed. Onision and Billie, neither of which inspired too much confidence on their own but could probably stall this guy if it came to blows (at the very least, he’d have two squirmy chew toys to work through before bothering with her, and she was determined to be long gone in that fantasy scenario), and then Atticus. So, officially speaking, three fine meat shields. Radeken couldn’t resist piping up again when Atticus requested that Mogar lower his weapon, “[color=black]I think he ought to turn it over. For now. For security reasons. I could hold it.” She hoped it wasn’t too obvious how badly she wanted to run off with it.