Vanetti's Eleven [Isabella/Saisei]

She wanted to rebuke, but wanted to avoid repuke. In a way, having to keep her mouth shut while the damn Vanetti puppy was admonishing her, of all things and of all people, made her all the more nauseas. Or maybe it really was just the room itself. She remained following, hand to back, and just kept her eyes closed. It felt like, by whatever small degree, it helped.

That said, that one little admonishment, him telling her not to puke, would not go unpunished. Her hand formed a fist and slammed into his back, though putting aside Saisei's own strength and endurance, the force of her punch to begin with was feeble at best. Exerting herself anymore would've been too much.

With her eyes closed, his sudden stand-still went undetected by her. Isabella ran straight into him, face first. She held her bumped nose, irritated enough to overcome her queasiness to yell at him, but his hand quickly grabbing onto hers interrupted her train of thought. At first, she thought something along the lines of How dare you? Still, when he made note of not really feeling good about this place, though her initial impression was to ridicule him for it--as if she was feeling any better about it--in consideration of the fact that Saisei had a spiritual foundation, she placed a little bit of faith in him. For now. Isabella just did her best to keep up with his quickening pace, wholly reliant on their held hands guiding her.

Meanwhile, entirely unbeknownst to Isabella, the presence was growing. Its direction, location, any sense of where it was remained totally indistinct. But, given that the presence was growing "larger", it was safe to assume to that it was also drawing closer. The thing felt not only ominous, but insidious. A malevolent presence, stalking them in the infinite halls.

The end of the line, the point in which this invisible line ended, was drawing near, but was it close enough to evade whatever thing was creeping on up to them?

"HEY--!!"

Isabella had to cut her whelp short and place her hands over her mouth. She really was just about to let it all blow over his clothes. It took every ounce of will for her to hold it in, not at all in consideration of his cleanliness. She just didn't like the feeling of vomiting, or the idea of getting any of it on her own clothes. Still, if at whatever point it seemed unavoidable, she'd be sure to have Saisei do the grunt work of cleaning her clothes off. The princess was fully committed to the idea of taking this uniform home with her.

Isabella didn't even hear what Saisei said, not a single word. The girl just tucked her head into him, squeezing her eyes shut and focusing on not losing her decency. At this point, it became a count down in her head, every achingly long moment occupying her head with catholic prayers begging that the sprinting was soon over. She'd be sure to do a hell of a lot more than just admonish him once this was all over--who the hell starts sprinting through a place like this when a girl like her was so clearly nauseated?!

Thankfully, they reached the end of the line soon enough. The very end of the yellow-lit rooms, which remained entirely indistinct from one another, revealed a blank, wide wall, and a large set of double doors. The doors itself were fairly mundane, like a simple wooden door to a bedroom or something--setting aside the fact that they were much larger than normal. They had a sense of weight to them, though.

Once the two of them stopped moving, presuming they were done, Isabella smacked away at Saisei's chest, as if to tell him to let her down. She wasn't confident in the idea of letting her mouth open up just yet.

Assuming he followed her directions, she'd quickly go to her hands and knees, with her head hung low. She pointed over to Saisei and made a circling motion with her index. He better have understood what that meant. In the meanwhile, the young Vanetti took the time to finally allow the floodgates to release.

A few moments passed and Isabella finally stood back up. Fortunately, nothing on her clothes. Even better, no more nausea. Maybe it was something she ate that upset her stomach, and she just had to let it out? Either way, it was gone now. She could finally open her eyes.

Isabella walked back over to Saisei and grabbed his arm, only to... use his sleeve to wipe her mouth clean.

"Alright, all good now?"

The presence following after them, by the time they arrived at the double doors, vanished altogether. Like it was never even there to begin with.

"Me? Of course I'm good," Isabella confidently flicked her hair out, "When have you ever seen me not good?"

His mention of the 'thing' he mentioned went a bit over her head, admittedly. At the same time, it really wasn't any of her concern--whatever 'thing' would be following them was his job to deal with. What else did he get brought over here for?

Just as Saisei asked about the plan, his opening of the door showed pretty clearly that there was only one plan to really act on. The large room behind the double doors was lined with tables, valuables, and 20 or so men and women. Some were seated, taking inventory of the money. Others, inspecting the quality of the other valuables--an assortment of Vastime and Shadow Fall technology, a few poor looking asauchi--hell, even a few sparse amounts of seki-seki stone. Not that Isabella was especially acquainted with the item, simply because it was that rare.

"What the hell?"

One of the women spoke out in surprise towards Saisei, straight at the entrance of the doorway. From the get-go, one could feel the demonic energy emanating from her nearly palpable. A few others in the room were demons, though the majority remained human. The woman looked at his uniform, though she remained cautious and suspicious of his presence.

"What do you want? Leonardo got somethin' to say again? I only deal in bulk--he wants all of it, or none of it."