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Nephrim's Room

Nephrim's fed up of this, and uses her free wrist blade to swing at Karyana's neck. Karyana killed Nephrim's favourite minion and most trusted servant, the one being about whom Nephrim would almost not be lying if she stated him her friend.

Kitchen

Nothing floating around seems to be unusual, the standard array of pots, pans and other kitchen implements plus porcelain items for eating from and other kitchen-y things. And Sweetums, of course.

If Sweetums looks through the cupboards, he may note the small bronze cylinder in one of them. It's still listening to gravity, even though nothing else is.
Sweetums starts opening cupboards, looking for what's causing this. After finging the bronze cylinder, Sweetums tries to pick it up.

"Reality not working right here, trying to fix."

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[Front Entrance]

There's a woman standing at the door dressed in a brown business suit with a white dress shirt and tie! Her nose is small, but it still has that regal quality to it. Her rosy red lips, curved upward into an anxious little forced smile, and cheeks, tinted with a hint of red (as the girl is somewhat embarassed about being here under these circumstances (job hunting makes her feel undignified and far too reliant upon others for her tastes)), stand in clear contrast to the milky white of her skin. Her eyes are enchanting facets of immaculate emeralds. Her long, silky, raven black hair hangs limply around her shoulders, resting upon the collar of her suit jacket. Her build is athletic and attractive. She is very curvy, to say the least. She has a sweet, stunning face and small, delicate hands. A striking birthmark planted in the center of her right cheek adds even more character to her kind face and even kinder body.

"Erm...I'm seeking employment in your organization. You wouldn't happen to have any available positions at this moment, would you?"

The young woman (for she can be no older than twenty-one years agewise) fidgets with the black tie tightly wrapped about her neck. She finds collars absolutely repulsive! She hates them with a passion, but sacrifices must be made for the greater evil!

This girl really doesn't seem like she would fit in well at AMEN, what with all the crazies running about these days.
While the henchman gets possessed, he looks up and down at the woman.

"Well, my boss could answer that better than I can. Come inside, he's right in the main room. Don't worry, most of the violence is happening elsewhere in the base."