[Kainé snorts as she approaches the Wardrobe of Finding as directed, having dragged herself out of the bay with no small amount of cursing and stubbornly made the trek up the cliffs ahead of everyone else who had been herded, insisting on going it alone. She's not soaked through as thoroughly as she had been before the climb, but it doesn't make all that much of a difference, because she's definitely standing here in her underwear and leaving very little to the imagination regardless.]

Like the name, at least.

[She reaches back to tuck the phone and earbuds she'd been given into what passes for a waistband— she's used to managing without pockets, and while she doesn't know what she's supposed to do with this thing, she'd gotten it for free, so it's not all bad.

The door of the Wardrobe opens to reveal a pair of long, curved swords with serrated blades, which she easily reaches for and hefts from the locker, letting one come to rest against her shoulder in plain view.]

Shit, nice. Can't say I liked landing without it, but saves some rust.

[She'll stand both swords on the ground so that they rest against the open door as she reaches in to pull out something else. It's an item that's much smaller and less eye-catching to anyone who may be waiting their turn, but it seems to hold some interest for her: a delicate white flower that she carefully holds by its clipped stem, frowning to herself as she examines it.]

[Magic as a whole is nothing new, but it's nice to be able to make use of it without some asshole voice hanging out in the back of her head and nagging her the whole time. It takes a few tries to summon her new abilities to the surface, but it seems like a much better way to channel her anger at the moment than giving in to temptation and tearing through the Red Spring demanding answers. She's gotten as many as she's going to get, for now, and everyone else here is in the same boat, which is just weird enough to pacify her— if only for a little while.

After half an hour of trying to focus and get her new power to manifest, she finally manages to lift one of her swords from the ground without touching it, her gloved fingers spread as she guides it upwards and then thrusts, sending the blade flying forward and slicing clean through one of the many training dummies.

Shit.]

Fuck, a girl could get used to that.

[She takes a few steps forward to grab her sword from where it had fallen afterwards, kicking aside the dummy's remains. Someone will take care of that, probably.]

This could actually be fun.

[Up until now, Kainé has maintained that the whole Minotaur situation has nothing to do with her. She'd been interested in wailing on it during its initial assault, but after it had decided to retreat, she'd written it off and assumed it wouldn't be stupid enough to come back.

Wrong, apparently, and while another bull-headed assault using brute force wouldn't have been entirely unexpected, what actually happens is somehow both disgusting and... weirdly impressive? Being near the scene when the Minotaur enacts his revenge, however, makes it markedly less so, and she raises an arm to cover her mouth as the stench begins to take over lowertown.]

Come on, are you fucking kidding me?!

[It's vile, beyond disgusting, but she also kind of wishes it was something she'd thought of when really wanting to ruin someone's day. Guess even shit-for-brains Minotaurs have good ideas now and then.]

Alright, people, clear out— when I find that asshole, I'm gonna find a way to drown him in his own goddamn piss—

[She'll usher bystanders away from the where the worst of the smell is, but she's definitely armed and on the hunt for a Minotaur. Seriously, dick move, guy.]

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