"Looks like High-brow Trash took you up on that." Cold Stare's remark made Balthazar realise the irritating bird really was gone-she hadn't even noticed him leaving. And apparently Small Fry had ditched them too...well, at least now there were two less mouths to feed. Their disappearance would be no skin off of her back, hell, she would've thanked them if she could.
"It might be best that we don't start a fight here," the Luxio said, and Balthazar reluctantly nodded, knowing full well that the numbers were against them. Not by much, but still...despite her years of battling, she did not like the idea of having to fight against two Direyenas at once. Aaden would make for good backup, being a Fighting-type, but surely they would have that obvious weakness covered...
"I agree." The soft voice belonged to a Sawsbuck, of all things, who had finally walked into view. They were odd-colored for their species, but then, so was Cold Stare. Balthazar was already becoming used to this sort of thing. "Seems if you look at the walls wrong here, they'd crumble. Let's not fight if only for the sake of not bringing the building down on us." Balthazar couldn't disagree with that, and if it meant there was another one here who had sense and didn't want to fight, good; hopefully the only ones who would potentially make trouble had left, but with the obnoxious Direyena and the "plushie" around that seemed unlikely.
"Hey!" The loudmouth Direyena's approach towards Aaden made Balthazar tense, ready to react if the Direyena tried anything...though if he was that stupid, who knew how they'd survived this long without fucking up. She watched him with narrowed eyes, but nothing happened that could've triggered her aggression. "Whoa, now! Who said anything 'bout a fight? Me and ol' Daryl here just came over to greet y'all lovely folk. It sure been a long time since we met any breathers."
"Breathers?" The hound was just a grand bundle of goddamn strange; at least the one named Daryl seemed actually sincere, because this one's tone made Balthazar's pelt crawl with both irritation and suspicion. They hadn't given her a reason to become aggressive yet, but just one wrong move, one wrong move and she knew nobody here would tolerate their presence. Or they won't care. Maybe you're just being paranoid. Paranoia was supposedly the key to survival, yet too much of it and nobody would tolerate her presence either.
"Name's Merle. This here's my baby brother, Daryl. We are mighty sorry for spookin' or scarin' y'all; I promise that was never our intention." Wonderful. Brothers. Siblings. Fate sure did love to deliver swift kicks to her nonexistent balls. She caught the Ghost-type's comment-Poochy-but only gave her a reproachful glare in response. Fucking siblings, of all things to run into, that was just her luck.
"Unless we're heading out, the only way to head is down," Aaden said, and Balthazar let him speak; not like there was much to add behind "the entire city is a shithole," which everyone knew already. "And after what I Scizor do before ditching to prance around the town, I don't recommend that." Ah, yes, their good Scizor friend who had so graciously decimated a group of survivors that had been here before them. They'd be doomed if that thing came around, she knew that well enough. Even with a type disadvantage, that thing was definitely not a normal undead and Balthazar wasn't going to find out what it took to kill it. "I did say before I was running a charity, but go where you like, but if you're gonna stick around, we need to build a shelter. This place is nothing but holes and ash, but at least it's standing. There might be something in the lower levels we can use."
"I can check out those floors, see if there's anything there that isn't completely useless." She needed the distraction, and she didn't care how long it would take to find anything of use. It was better than hanging out with a bunch of strangers, anyways, and it was likely Cold Stare would go with her. Balthazar was about to ask him, but then she catches the scent-burning flesh. Oh, goddamn, no. The screams of her dying sister fills her ears, as if that had only happened yesterday. She's not the only one to have noticed it, which meant it wasn't a hallucination, which meant someone was dead. Hopefully it was an undead, but there was always the possibility that it had been the two who vanished.
"Balth, did you see the dragon and bird leave?" Aaden's question was a heavy one; while Balthazar hadn't liked the Tranquil and the kid had meant nothing, this was not something she had wanted to happen...fuck...
"No," she responded, knowing the implications behind the single word. The smell of roasting flesh lingered with her, mocked her, and bile rose in her throat-it was just like with Iris-
"Dammit all," she growled. They'd known the city wasn't safe, and now the rest of them had to deal with it.