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"Zen," She said.

A faint reply inside her head,

Jet-Chan...


 * Where are you?" She asked.

p-priso....

"ZEN! Zen, comon, Zen, don't black out on me," She groaned.

Then, turning to face the others, she bit her lips, before decidedly following the blood. She was looking for a quarterstaff, a belt, a pinc of blue and cream fur.