JP - Attack on MegaCorp - Snorting Calming Pheromones

“Did Tzeitel give you anything fun in that little bag of hers?” Piritta asked Colt, twisting the nuts off a MegaCorp soldier and tossing him aside.

Colt shrugged and looked inside the bag to check.

The vials were neatly labeled with what the pheromones were.

“Hey- can I stick the calming one up my nose?” Piritta asked.

Colt stared at her. “Uh…why?” He asked.

“Why not? Have you ever felt her calming pheromones? I bet it would feel really, really awesome.” Piritta said.

Colt rolled his eyes and tossed her the calming pheromones. “You are ridiculous, Piritta.” He commented, just cutting a guard in half that was trying to run away. His wind easily got the job done…

Piritta uncorked the vial and stuck it up her right nostril, inhaling. “Vau.” Piritta said, carefully corking the vial and handing it back to Colt. “I feel so fucking calm right now, holy shit, this is amazing.” Piritta calmly ducked a guard and gutted him with her birch-handled knife. “You gotta try this stuff, Colt.”

“No thanks,” Colt muttered as he forced a guard to breath in one of the vials, forcing the man to shoot himself in the head. “Fuckers…so, Piritta, how are things with that guy you’ve been talking to a lot?”

Piritta shrugged. “Not bad, but then I haven’t seen him for months and saw very little of him ever since we’ve been on the run.”

“Shouldn’t we try to visit him…if you want?” Colt asked as he finally went back to the helicopter. “Come on, lets get out of here!”

“There’s been too much heat, I haven’t even visited my grandparents in years.” Piritta said unhappily, following Colt to the helicopter.

“When we have time, which I’m sure we will once we’re at the underground, I’ll take you to them…” Colt said, sheathing his sword and shoving his hands into his pockets.

***** 🔑

Yule would sit up in the room she shared with Haven. “That’s a lot of noise…”

Lyle move to the halls getting down the rest of the guards Alex and the others hadn't finished off. Approaching Haven and yule's door he opened it "hey girls miss me?"

Haven was standing against the far wall of the cell, afraid of what was coming until she saw Lyle. “Is this it?” She asked hopefully.

“Lyle!” Yule said, tears already falling down her face as she ran over and hugged the man. It was like seeing a long lost brother to her. “You’re here! You’re here!”

"Of course I'm here" he chuckled returning the hug and looking at Haven "I made Promise to get you two out of here didn't I? Now come on we can wait for the others in the chopper?"

“Okay.” Haven said, still trying to not get her hopes up. She walked out of her cell, afraid to breathe.

Lyle reached into his pocket and pulled out two keys handing them to the girls "keys to your collars in case you want to take them off."

Haven wasted no time in taking her collar off and throwing it on the ground. She never wanted to be abused again. She never wanted to be touched again. “Thank you.” She said to Lyle. Any MegaCorp bastard that tried to stop her- she would show him when it felt like being hurt with a touch.

Yule got her collar off and stepped out of the room, following close behind Haven, but making sure to keep enough space between them so they wouldn’t touch. “W-will we actually be free?” She whispered.

“I’d rather die than go back to that.” Haven said. Her stomach hurt. She was scared but determined to get out of here.

Yule kept up with her until they made it outside to the helicopter. Anyone that tried to follow would get tripped or cut up by her shadows.

Frisk stayed far behind the others and close to the helicopter. She was armed with a gun and knew how to defend herself, but knew she would be of no use as a medic if she was wounded herself or killed. She watched the compound.

“Frisk!” Haven recognized the medic from the meta village, even if she had always managed to avoid her. “Don’t touch me! The collar is off.”

Frisk held her hands up to show she was not going to touch Haven. “It’s okay, Haven. Gelf- no.” She blinked at Yule.

“Yule, actually,” The pinkette answered. “Are there gloves in there for Haven to wear?”

“I just saw Gelf heading in there. She will probably be teleporting out soon with Evie.” Frisk got some gloves from her med bag and carefully handed them to Haven, who took them, also very careful to not touch Frisk’s hands. Haven pulled on the gloves but still did not want to touch anyone, or be touched. She could feel her stomach cramping.

“You okay, Haven? Are you getting sick to your stomach again?” Yule asked. “I don’t know if they’ll be able to reach Evie. Everyone says she’s heavily guarded.”

“It just hurts.” Haven said, looking pale.

Frisk frowned, pulling on a pair of her own gloves. “Were either of you injured?”