It had all depended on just where the sniper had considered out— what she considered ‘getting back’. The Chain could just as easily return her to some miserable pit dead center of Sablier, or, perhaps even as kind as to throw her out in front of the same mansion she had visited before; with much more skepticism.
Or she could leave the girl alone and in silence, allowing the madness of this place to drive her to an early grave.
♔ ⊰ "…Alyss memories are Cheshire’s home.
No matter the preference.”
Not that the feline would argue that the interior had been all but solid… and even in some departments, lacking what information required to make some rooms whole.
It was a beautiful ruin… the perfect prowling grounds for a huntress.
♔ ⊰ "E…. O.
Cheshire is not; Cheshire is Chain.
Cheshire will also get you out… as long as your weapon stays in that,” a point toward the now-harmless orb, “Else, Cheshire will leave you to ruin, ny.”
"Suit yourself." She didn’t like being so defenseless, unarmed in this strange environment. But this cat, Cheshire, didn’t seem intent on attacking just yet…
Chain. That term again. So, this was what that albino had been talking about making a contract with…she hadn’t realized they were actual sentient beings, even with their own physical flesh and blood. Unlike the spirits they summoned into weapons during battle. Sure, she was aware of the warlord to a certain extent, and on the rare occasion they would converse, but never in the realm of reality, only in her mental ward.
She wondered if this Cheshire had made a contract with anyone in particular. Or maybe she was one of those…’wild’ ones, that weren’t authorized by anybody? She certainly wasn’t the most pleasant of personalities, but the sniper had encountered worse.
"Well? Lead the way, then…though I shall warn you, dare you lead me astray on purpose, and I can guarantee you I won’t be the one to head towards a ruin…"