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Domhnall swears something unintelligible as he snatches his coat and takes off after the lady. As can be expected, he is very fast.
"Miss! Wait! I'm sorry I'm very bad with words!" he calls after her, quite ignoring the bird. He has no time for a screeching raptor right now. Not unless it can tell him what he's supposed to say. Things were always so much easier with Rhea...
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"Oh god why is it ALWAYS RUNNING!" First there was that boulder in the temple with the skeletized dead god bleeding fire, then that surprisingly functional ruin full of malevolent clockwork gears, and now even in his retirement Corvin can't escape the running. At least this time he's running towards something and not away.

Still, two men running after a distraught lady spreading cursed changes in her wake could look a little dodgy. Corvin will summon up some of the magic he'd had left over from the bad old days that looked so good from the bottom of an empty glass. His image shifts from ill-fitting, quite strained and rumpled suit to official looking emergency gear. Not distinct enough to belong to any given organization, just looking enough like a generic first responder to make most people decide he must be official. And then having already lost time on the running lady and the quadrupedally gifted Domhnall who managed to fit a whole hoof into his mouth and still gallop out the door, Corvin takes off for the streets of Inside.

Quoth stays behind on one of the tables, the intangible bird cawwing its feathery butt off about its partner's hijinks.
Unfortunately, as she's already made it outside, Annabelle has quite effectively broken quarantine, and now the power of the curse is spreading to bystanders in the street. She herself isn't sobbing, but she is quite clearly crying as she runs along, avoiding other people. The pair chasing her will find that she has plenty of endurance, but not much in the way of coordination, impaired as she is. As a result, she falls right over when her legs catch on each other and she goes spilling to the ground against a shop, where her head collides with the brickwork, letting off a nasty 'CRACK' sound.

The good news? That wasn't a concussion sounding off. The bad news? That 'crack' was her nose splitting. Annabelle flops onto her back, dazed, inebriated, and now both in pain and kind of blinded by her now broken nose forcing her eyes to water. It means she's going nowhere fast at least, but it also kind of means her night has just managed to get even worse somehow.

Tobias the hawk makes a sound about as close to a sigh as you could probably get from his species of hawk as he lands next to Annabelle's piteous form. He lets out a low but piercing sound, and Annabelle says, her mixture of tears and broken nose making the words near unintelligible, "Today sucks."