Not Expecting Old Friends...

[anarchyarcher]

"What do you mean relax?" Ako shot back, starting to get a little grumpy. "I'm trying to! But it's not exactly easy is it-..." 

It was about then when she noticed the two approaching, but didn't recognize the hooded figures. The gryphon shifted back, putting Cain between herself and them, reaching a foreleg to her waist before remembering with a quiet eep of pain that her swords were gone. 

"Cain... what are you talking about...?" 

She hissed, peeking out from around him at the two. Then her mouth dropped open as she recognized the two, not believing she hadn't before. 

"H.. Hu.. A.. Ato..." Ako choked slightly, unable to get out their names.

Fight or fli-oh, wait

[chaotic_scribbles]

"Cain, what are you talking... about..."

Oh. Scribble watched as the cloaked figures approached on the group. The writer immediately felt himself get nervous.

Now's your last chance!

Scribble swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling the pen suddenly get ten pounds heavier in his bag, even though it really wasn't. He let the two figures come to him. The group was behind him. Let's deal with this. "Uh... H-hi there?"