Alex Vipond: With the call from Sasha, Alex called Lola, who called Billy and Alex was soon picking them up, and driving to the warehouse Sasha had mentioned. The murdered out Benz rolled to a stop where just an hour before Sasha's car had sat. The limo tint and UV resistant glass had been a must when Alex had it done. Now it was just a means to maintain privacy. Alex turned his head and looked at Lola over the top of his shades. "Doesn't look like anyone's gone in since they left, but it might be a good idea if I go in first."
chronic violet: Lovely Lola dressed in black. She slid from the backseat of Alex's Mercedes in a cool, calm, and effortless collection of her resources, modestly silent on classic black pumps. " As you wish, please be careful," her tone is reserved and aloof. Removing the dark sunglasses she'd smoothe down the fringe of her cropped bangs with gloved fingers. " Mister Grimm," said with a gentle prod to her voice. " I'd rather it be just us, upon Mr. Viponds' return." (d)
grim by design: Truth be known, Billy already knew how this day was gonna play out—seeing without seeing, knowing without knowing. Voices as clear as a bell rang out from the darkest recesses of his mind. Clawing their way out like a zombie from a freshly dug grave. Through Lola, he was learning to harness his control over the spirits of the dead. His power after all greatly surpassed there short-lived influence. It was in the silence of that car ride did he reflect on what could, or would happen. Billy may have learned some measure of control, but not over his emotions, he was still as angsty as ever; with piss and vinegar running through his veins. Billy hadn't been in a good place since Arelia went and got herself kidnapped. For the whole of that car ride, he remained silent, establishing a bubble around him to block out the outside world. Didn't even bring himself to speak with Lola which was uncharacteristic of him. He was a ticking time bomb—with enough potential to level fifteen square blocks. There was no telling what he was planning to do. When they fin sunlight out, another telltale sign of nights on end without sleep. He started off without anyone's guidance. /end
Alex Vipond: Alex slipped from the car, a glance around given. The clouds were blowing away, and the sun was actually showing from time to time. It felt odd,.for more reasons than one, but mainly because Seattle and sunlight were far from synonymous. Then again, Alex and sunlight were hardly synonymous. He made a mental note to thank Izzy again as he stepped away from the car and crossed into the lot, hands in the pockets of the long coat he wore. He moved up the steps, stepped through the ruination o thee door, but even before he did, he knew that no one living was present. The scent of blood and cordite hung heavy in the air. Unlike some vampires that would have the hunger clawing at them from the very scent of blood, Alex was not overly affected by it. He was well fed, though fang rarely touched flesh and when it did, it had nothing to do with food. What could he say? He'd unleashed a deviant when he'd hooked up with Meghan. Not that he was complaining. He wandered through, taking note of the one body just inside the lobby from the hall before following the scent down the corridor to the other three kills. He went a little deeper still, making sure nothing living was present, before turned back the way he'd come. Stepping outside, he motioned to Billy and Lola. It was clear.
chronic violet: She is unassuming, you know. Petite in stature, blonde and green eyed. Everything about her reads a level of fragile that appeals. Delicately lady-like, she can be so shady in the subterfuge of unrivalled, unprecidented anger. The snap of aluminium, a gentle schwing of metal, and a pop of taut fabric; and she was under the silk parasol. Following their lead, she walked up the steps towards Ushering Alex, a gloved hand on the railing to steady her. " I can smell it too," she said almost apologetically to Alex. " What happened here? Where is Arelia?" (d)
Odd Adjective: -Seattle. A new city. She'd all but worn her welcome in the last one. That is, an underlying, roudy nature brought her to make a blaring mistake. And off she flew. She'd only been there but a week, sneaking around here and there and finding somewhere to stay with her pilfered funds...This one? This one wasn't afraid of the sun. Why, when there was a perfect form of shade that was perfectly fashionable to wear. Hoodies. Wonderful tings. Hung low, covering all but that pale shade of red oe'r lips. Even then, low enough to keep her chin shielded from the uncomfortable gaze of the Sun...It was simple, black. She'd stolen it from some poor girl. Leaving her alive, but much more ugly. Denim jeans she wore fit snuggly, held on her hips with a studded belt. She might have stolen that fashion sense as well. She walked with a light bounce, and a slight swinging of her arms...She might have walked on by. A subtle scent of blood, well, she might have been able to walk on by. In her very, very short time as a leech, she'd seen a lot of blood...But...this...the whiff that same streaming up her nose with a breath sent visions of bloodbath into her head...It grabbed hold of her senses as she came to an abrupt stop, a light frown taking those lips...Hidden eyes dilated, jaw lowered slowly...Her head turned, and she peered at the wall of the building shed almost passed by. Slackjawed expression tightened as a dark little grin took those lips. A soft, but bold tone then lifted.-Oh yea?...-Then, almost like some sort of animal, she would start to walk the building, those eyes lifting...to find a way right in...There had to be a window...nice and high...She would use that...- -Or, hey! There was a kicked in door! She liked someone’s style....She used that instead.-d
grim by design: Billy was the first to climb the concrete stairs, his hand reached out to slide against the railing. Didn't even need to see the broken glass of the door to know what happened here; it was a violent, brutal, downright bloody exchange that extinguished the life of four individuals. All of this knowledge was ascertained by his heightened sense of empathy. It was as if the entire scene repeatedly played out, over and over again. Temporal reflections projected themselves behind eyelids shut tight. Like, someone had stolen the breath from his lungs—a sudden chill crept into the open space, no sooner than he and the group entered. Air became a frosty mist upon every exhale. Something was coming. In an instant, he was no longer among the group, but in a flashback of prior events that took place. His contact with the victims had been established and he wasn't in a sympathetic mood. With slow weaving like motion of his hand, he was luring the first of four potential rats for a brief interrogation. He turned about to face him down, if he so chose to manifest, he was already pulling all the energy out of the space to do so anyways. With slow weaving like motion of his hand, he was luring the first of four potential rats for a brief interrogation. He turned about to face him down, if he so chose to manifest, he was already pulling all the energy out of the space to do so anyways. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." He said, his voice sounded muffled and disembodied to himself, but was as clear as a bell to everyone else who hadn't crossed over. /end
chronic violet: To note clearly: Lola did not opt to shut the umbrella over her when they entered the building. What is a little bad luck when you are already the baddest of them all? I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll... Turning her cheek to the vaguest inquiry, a noise? a breath? a beating heart? She'd continue to walk down a hallway to the afforded scene of Billy Grimm, arm outstretched, hand weaving. A foggy, iced breath smoking from her crystallized lips, " something wicked this way comes," how cliche. But, It is the truth. Watching, waiting, Lola faced from whence they came. You might wonder why? Because, she can sense you. " Mister Grimm, have no fear. Continue. Mr. Vipond," a nod in the general direction. A gloved hand held onto Billy. In comfort, in calculation, in warning. In the sublight of a shadow, something reached for her. It longed for her. It Covet's her. Lola soothed it with a breath whispering something soft. The shadow removed itself, skulking back towards the box it had crept from. (d)
Alex Vipond: "Arelia's in hospital. This...." his hand swept the lobby. "Watch the glass." shattered bits had scattered everywhere, just like the tempered glass of a windshield. "This was Mars." He shrugged and continued inward, stepping over the dead man as he started down the hall. The first two kills had died swiftly, triple tap to the chest, center mass. The last two... had fallen to a hail of bullets unleashed by one rather pissed woman. As Lola and Billy passed by, Alex stopped, head canted, listening. He paused in the hall waiting, watching, listening. And then he was moving back the way he'd come, hands once more in those coat pockets and he was soon regarding one brightly hued, very pale young girl. One brow slid upward as he regarded her. "Don't you have somewhere to be? Like, I don't know, home studying for some chem exam or something...."
Odd Adjective: -The minute she got inside, red tipped fingers lifted to rip the hood from her head, releasing that shoulder length, fiery orange hair...That hand would immediately go to drop to her side and ball into a fist, much like the other. Angst? Perhaps...Through grit teeth, shallow, most likely faux breaths would slip...Her expression was just as one might have thought. The mixings of madness, blood lust, intrigue and anticipation...She hadn't much the mind to be creeping around with an ethereal eye, or even to much protect herself those prying...Closer. The scent of various vitae had become thick, consuming of the air within those hallways...And then he appeared...She stopped in her tracks, with a light gritting of her teeth...Those likewise pale, almost green eyes stared back at him, with that darker corona around irises edge...Did she need to say anything? Sure, they were just corpses, and, really, no use to her. But at that moment, neither was this fellow...He was just in the way. This was blaringly obvious...in the way she was looking at him...A dangerous look. But for who?-d
chronic violet: Billy would continue. (he's having technical difficulties.) Lola watched from her place beside him. Wary and skeptical, staring down the hallway without seeing or hearing what was occuring between Alex and the Other person yet to be revealed. " You say to me, that you cannot discuss it?", who was she talking to? Apparently and apparition. " But you must," she would continue to speak over her shoulder at 'nothing imparticular.' " Tell me or I will be forced to reconcile your position," and one hand would aid Mr. Grimm in his vexing, the spirit of corpse Number One coming to fruition, for all to see. Revealed. (d)
Alex Vipond: Gum rolled from one side of his mouth to the other as his lips twitched upward. "Ah. I see." Alex nodded. "Tough girl, chip on the shoulder, world owes you ... everything." He paced toward her, but not directly, no. He circled, wide, but as he angled around her, he closed the distance, slowly. "So what is it, hm? Teenage rage against anyone over the age of thirty, or maybe just your parents. Did you eat 'm? Because really, that's so very cliché. You don't want to be a cliché, now, do you? So who was he? The one who made you and then stole away like a thief in the night? Did he teach you anything at all?" Alex continued to circle, coming ever closer as he did so.
Odd Adjective: -She was ready to shove the guy off, rush down the hallway, and roll around in the various pools of blood in some sort of gleeful madness...But those words. She tossed the first of them off. Insults. Pff, dissenters felt her wrath...Lips dropped slowly as thing brows came to knit together. Yes, that was a rather baleful look. But it was directed towards him, and none other. Something else was playing in her head...Voice lifted, a quiet, but scolding tone.- You better just...shut your mouth...He taught me enough....-She...didn't go on. Survival. Well, perhaps he'd touched down on that one, a little bit...Perhaps he'd give her enough sense to...let a foot slide back. Currently, the rage of which he spoke, we'll, it was long removed...No, it wasn't rage that put that twinkle in her eye and a smirk to those lips when the soft scent of blood came wafting over the wind...Her statement? Well, it was telling...Her true age was just as he might have thought, give or take a few years. But what could someone possibly learn about such a new way of life in short amounts of time, when, arguably, even the most powerful of vampires sometimes struggled with their being...As he went to circle, she'd shuffle, doing her best to keep him from cutting off her exit...all the while, a somewhat sidelong gaze throwing daggers at him through brightly colored bangs...-d
Warped Skyline: So why in the hell was he here? He glanced around with dark eyes while trying to figure out why he'd just felt somewhat...compelled to come to this area. The sight of a broken door and glass, as well as the faint sounds of voices would end up being heard and drawing him then in that direction. A pair of street boots with faded jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and a light brown leather jacket would cover his form as he walked to the door, and well, then just walked inside. A quick cursory glance was given to take in the scene, before he just shifted off to the side, finding himself not so much interested in pushing into the middle of things, but watching from the fringe. Conflict of most kinds often seemed to draw to him, especially if there was blood and some form of fight having been involved. Left him energized...why? Fuck if he knew, but he still enjoyed it. ~d~
chronic violet: Lola Darling is not a Vampire and yet, there is no ichor in her veins. Nor, is there a lack of a heartbeat. She is not predacious, as a Werewolf. The scent of the wild does not cling to her lovely, porcelain skin. In fact, she smells only of faint traces of negatively charged ions. Like a light socket, going bad. Finally closing the parasol, Lola would whisper towards the lingering spirit held imprisoned by the wrath of Billy Grimm's potential. " Now, I am starting to get rather annoyed with your lack of forthcoming. Let us start simply, What is your name?" The apparition would falter and wave, trying desperately to wriggle free for release. Lola wiggled one gloved finger, black leather absorbing the light, " Uh ah, There is no escape for the Dead." (d)
Alex Vipond: "How long has it been since you've fed?" Oh Alex knew all about the struggle. The self loathing. The rage against one's maker. Of course his maker was a raving bitch, but that's beside the point. When the man arrived, stepped within the lobby, all conversation from Alex halted. The man was an unknown and Alex was not going to air vampire business before those he didn't know. That gum rolled back the other way and he gave the man a nod, then looked back at the girl.
Odd Adjective: I had a snack just before I got here...-That biting tone held, with a light sneer. She'd never deal with starvation. She'd not hate herself for what she did to people...Not that she knew, at least. After all, where was fastings place in hedonism...Those eyes then broke from the fellow to whom she'd been speaking, a glance towards the newest addition, then back down the hallway towards all the strange happenings further into the buildings guts, regardless of whether there be corner or wall separation. She was still almost reveling in that scent, so thoroughly seeping through those hallways like blood though the vein...Even so, she was beginning to feel...closed in...Those eyes darted back towards Mr. Vipond as she took a step back, nearly putting her back against the wall...There were other places to get her kicks. This one seemed...too much trouble...That glare held as she went slinking back the way she came at a cautious, slow pace. Of course, she was on the opposite wall as the other male, who had taken to voyeurism in it's most defined form...-d
Warped Skyline: Eyes glanced upon the two in the lobby who had been talking, well, at least the man had stopped when he looked to Tyler and gave him that nod. A nod that was returned in kind. He could tell there didn't seem to be any full blown humans around at the moment. At least not any living ones. He didn't know what was standing there though, only that their energies felt off, different. He decided to see what was about though as he wandered through the lobby. His gaze travelled over the bodies of the dead, feeling no remorse or even a hint of sorrow that they had lost their lives. He'd been around death for a very long time, at least that much he knew for a fact, especially when it came to himself. While only observing the dead, he then started to move from the lobby to follow the scent of blood and death beyond to find out what other kind of mischief had been found within that building. His own energy felt off. To any who could feel it, he certainly was not human, nor anything familiar to most. There were no shields keeping his own in, or other's out, which was perhaps a way in which he could tell human from inhuman most times. ~d~
chronic violet: In watching towards the hallway; it's flourescent lights flickering, the glass strewn floors, the blood spatter patterns, she'd note someone's approach. A man, by the shadow of it, looming out before him from the back lighting. He would see her in truth; a very small woman. Delicate of bone, blonde, wearing a stunning black wool fitted suit jacket and skirt over a black silk shell. Professional, inconsequential, easily over thrown. Easily overlooked. Beside her stands a thin man, wide of shoulder, a hoodie pulled taut over his head as he holds one arm out fingers stiff with magical tension. Lola would press a smile upon matte red lips, " Who are you?", the Ghost behind her : visibly fraught with Pain. Lola would step forward gently crunching the glass shards beneath her black pumps, " Did you pass Alex then?" (d)
Alex Vipond: It's always the quiet ones you gotta worry about.
chronic violet ( you betcha!)
Alex Vipond: When the man moved past them, he watched, then looked back at the fledgling. "What's your name?" She could bristle all she wanted, but she couldn't be left to her own devices if she were in fact, orphaned. "I'm Alex." He stepped closer as she pressed her back to the wall. "I can help you."
Odd Adjective: -She would keep her slow retreat up, watching him with a weary eye...His words, they would call those lids to narrow on him...She then went to letting those eyes slide around the room. To the other man, to the other female, who was somewhat a contrast to the flighty miss. The guy, who looked like he had some sort of puppet strings hanging off his fingers...A wide sweep of all the blood...She saw it like a field of snow, untouched. And the specters...She sent those eyes back towards Alex once again, skepticism crossing her expression. She lifted a hand, in a defensive, dismissive, and mainly disarming sort of fashion.-Yea, hey, listen...I don't know what the fuck you guys are doing here....And I'm sure you're all the help in the world...-Something she'd heard before.-But I'm just going to continue on my way...-That when she simply turned from him, flipping the hoodie up over those brightly colored, burnt orange strands. Yes. That was her going to find her own...devices...-d
Warped Skyline: Those dark eyes took in the sight of the diminutive woman along with the hoodie laden male who's arm was held out and power radiating off of. He himself stood at six foot four inches, broad shouldered, though his clothing hid how muscled or unmuscled the male seemed to be. His black hair fell down to just under the chin, framing his bearded features and stopping just at the bottom of his neck. His boot made soft crunching sounds upon the glass as he walked over it and then finally stopped a few lengths away from the pair along with...He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head somewhat. He let his gaze shift over to the ghost that was held there, though no emotion tracked over his features. He held no concern for the dead, though it felt familiar...comfortable. Like Death was just a part of...of what? That's when he frowned as a familiarity that he tried to form into a memory washed through his mind without the ability to grab hold and pull it into a full fledged memory. A soft sigh slid free of his lips as he stopped trying to remember what brought that familiar feeling. With a shake of his head he looked back to the woman who had spoken, to him? "Tyler...and who is Alex?" His voice was low in tone with a gravelly quality, holding an accent that was unplaceable, unless someone truly knew of the Atlanteans. A shrug given then to accent his point of not knowing who this Alex was. "He the guy talking to the kid out there?" Thumb pointing over his shoulder towards the lobby. ~d~
chronic violet: Her eyes are a threatening shade of violet. They swirl dark trails. Oh, Bother. Really. Casting a sideways chiding glance at Billy she'd let little mystery be seen. Take Care of This, a waving hand would indicate the now Three Visible Ghosts. " Tyler," and her accent of the Long Lost Tongue of his native origin would be clear and precise. Uncanny, really. " Perhaps this place is none of your concern?", she'd vibe him with a good eyeballing. Dead? Alive? Either way, he was now her Dark Focus. You just had to keep coming. Straigtening her jacket with a tug at the peplum of the waist (ruffle) She'd move closer still. The swirling depths of black mingled in her once green eyes, " Alex?" (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex reached out for her, gentle grasp given her wrist. "Come on, it's not exactly v friendly out there, get my drift?" Not that it was necessarily any better in here, but at least with him, he could keep her out of harms' way. "Yeah.." He'd start down the hall toward Lola and her dead puppets and the new guy who yes, he'd heard, his name was Tyler. For some reason, Steven Tyler flashed through his mind, despite the two looking nothing alike. Must have been that radio spot they'd done together.
Odd Adjective: -And then she was grabbed...Which stopped her in her tracks without protest. However, placement of lips on their pallet rose, and those brows lowered to knit once more. A quiet grow lifted from her then, that held arm holding back behind her for the one simple fact that it had been grabbed. her voie lifted, a quiet hiss.-Yea, well. Last I checked we 'V' s have the upper hand. So..I think all be all right, out there...-Her feet wouldn't start moving, but her upper half would give a light twist, shoulder lifting just slightly. This tugged at his grip in a lose sort of manner. her would very well know she wasn't using anything that might have been called strength. She...would give him the chance to let go?...-Now would ya just let me go?...-Spoken with that scolding tone that almost warranted the dropping of the question mark...Her head turned, to peer back at the man with that intense gaze...There were all sorts of things going through that head of hers then. From that which brought her to such a place, to the light irking annoyance that came with being told she needed help...Stare. grit.-d
Alex Vipond: Alex leaned toward her, one brow rising. "You think so? Whereas we may be at the top of the food chain, darlin', you... You're the bite sized niblet that some weres would hunt down just to say they cleaned their teeth with your bones. You, dear heart, are not the big bad out there. And there are even those of our kind who would stake you just as soon as look at you. So you have a choice. Come with me, or get lost and stay the fuck clear, because this offer is a one time only deal." And he let her go, and stepped back, turning down the hall to catch up to Lola. The girl would follow or not.
Warped Skyline: He just watched her as she seemed to look to the hooded man and then turned back to him and said his name. His name in an accent that he had ever only heard himself speak...granted, he couldn't remember any accents beyond...well, the last time he'd died. He blinked slightly at that and feel as though she were trying to size him up. She might look small, but he had a feeling about her...she wasn't someone to take lightly. He shrugged at her words though. "My concern is my concern. I felt like being here, so I'm here." Another shrug of his shoulders given, though as she kept coming closer towards him, her eyes shifting like they were, he slid his hands to the small of his back underneath his jacket. He didn't know what she was, but there seemed to be...menace flowing from her. And then he felt the presence of the male moving up behind him. He pulled his hands out slowly, a pair of triangular blades sticking several inches up from his knuckles which were in the form of fists as the handles were formed perfectly for the gripping of fists. The blades held runes of his native culture which seemed to flash a quick blue as he took a step back from the woman, though shifted to keep her and the one called Alex to his sides rather than at his back. He'd prefer to make it back to the lobby where he had room to maneuver. ~d~
chronic violet: There is no God, there are only the Endless. And, accidents; like Desmonia. Lola had once likened humans to milk, their human condition fragile and in need of inalieanble circumstances to survive. If that is true, then Alex (and his kind were like canned goods. They expire, but not for a very long time. Now, Immortals, like Dezzy, like this fellow here with the gold aura so brilliant and shiny, He was her favorite...a Twinkie. " Tyler," she'd turn to watch Alex approach with that look in his eye, like oh shit; and roll her now black and vapid eyes, " You know, I always carry an Umbrella. Not just in Seattle, " a hand outstretched towards Tyler, " I'm Lola Darling, pleasure to meet you," would he take it? " You look tired," something in her voice soothes the soul that has walked for ages, seen everything, knows everything. Like a beacon, it calls to him. Take it. Billy Grimm, his hooded handsome self would be questioning the Trio of Spirits. Getting all the information they'd come for in the first place. Thank goodness. (d)
Alex Vipond: "Whoa, dude, no need to go all Cuisinart on our asses." He looked past Lola to Billy and Co, then back to Lola. "He get anything of any use?" Because really, they could use a fucking break about now.
Odd Adjective: -She'd heard things like that before. She did have a few years to explore the world with new eyes. It was often said baddie saying such. Not that she didn't...thoroughly enjoy it...But it always made her laugh when 'protection' entailed her being naked...She knew how to run. She'd been doing it since her release to this world...She grumbled. So soon? Like Tyler, Trish had her own blades. They were more figurative, in this case, and came in the form of mistrust...Though, there was something else...She lurched forward then, fists at her sides. The crunch of glass beneath her. As much as she would have liked seeing them shred each other, she'd convinced herself it was time to leave.. Consciously, at least. She'd hit those steps....then simply dropped to them. Elbows found her knees, hands found the sides of black hood covered head...There, she growled once more...Failure? He hadn't taught her a thing about what she'd become. In fact, it was about his last act. It was that, or death. Other vampires, she saw his face in most of them. Which, in the deepest parts of her being filled her with a rather twisted longing...For both what he had promised...and what the truth of their relationship had been...She saw his face there, in Alex, as well...He didn't care. They were all the same...A sneer took her lips then, and she lifted from her step, uttering quietly, in that biting tone...-Fuck you...-And then she lifted and walked off, fists balled at her sides...-d
Warped Skyline: There was certainly a problem with losing all of your memories every time you died...it meant that you had to roll on instinct more often than most people might care to, and when in the presence of other inhuman beings, that was pretty much every time since he didn't even know what a Vampire was. Only knew the people there right now were so much more than they appeared to be. The other problem with losing all memories when dying, and dying often, was that he had no memory of walking the earth for ages. All he knew, were the last few weeks, and the many, many sensations that death could leave upon the body. Which was perhaps why even as he felt the soothingness of her voice, the instinct inside of him was roaring in the back of his head. Eyes shifted to Alex as he spoke of not having need to use his blades, yet he wouldn't put them away. Instinct carried him most of the time, and at the moment, as muffled as it was in the back of his mind, it was still there, telling him something wasn't right. He pressed back against the wall, eyes shifting between them all, though laying upon the woman as she reached out. He didn't reach back, but found himself not moving away any further. "Lola Darling...I've had plenty of rest." Well, there was that, and the fact that he didn't sleep. He really should leave. So why weren't his feet moving? Damn them... ~d~
chronic violet: Lola continued her pursuit of this golden aura of a Man. " Perhaps you only need find your way," A bright light clung to her, in Her Shadow, spilling on the floor behind her, A mighty set of wings slowly kept time with some unheard heartbeat. She was perfection in that moment; from her sad, if not desperate eyes, to the tear which ran down her beautiful face. She'd touch him then. And, it all would be gone. Including, for a Time, his life. " He'll wake up later with a hang over," she chewed one side of her red mouth. " Did we get everything we needed from these idiots?", Lola would wave a hand, and the Trio simply screamed in vanishing. " Alex, can we go, This is pissing me off. And Fuck you Baby Vampire, I'll get you later!" Cue, the wicked witch.
(D)
Alex Vipond: The little shit was gonna bail. Alex looked at Lola, and shook his head. He could make her stay. Compel her to do so. Thought long and hard about it too, but in the end that would teach her nothing other than she couldn't trust herself, let alone anyone else. He heard her fuck you and in return he sent back a simple, "Studio Seven." There. If she dusted that chip off long enough to actually seek him out, she'd at least know where to look. Looking back at Lola, he nodded. "Let's motorvate." He offered his arm out to her. "We're doing dinner at the house tomorrow, you should come."
Odd Adjective: -Voices. Voices in her head. She was talking to them, and their words. The girls, well, they would go ignored, like her own often was. His? Noted...Another light growl. and then wonderful faux-pas. She could have found a dark alleyway to escape into...Instead, she'd simply streak off...A dark smear across reality. Hopefully she didn't go out an make any...terrible mistakes...After all, now she had some steam to let loose...-d
Warped Skyline: He found his eyes drawn fully upon Lola as she came closer to him. The wings, the sound of beating wings...or maybe that was his heart? She was...something more than what she had originally appeared. And then he felt that touch. A touch that lasted only a short time, before understanding dawned within his eyes, his instincts screaming inside his head that death found him once more, crying out that he was to lose everything once more even as he had gained only three weeks worth of experience and memories, but once more he knew they would be gone from him. The only consoling issue at this point was the lack of pain. He was...and then, he simply was not. His form crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap. Eyes opened, frozen in death as the light within them no longer burned. Sounds heard, voices calling and growing distant before there was silence, and blackness, and nothing left for him. ~d~