The Foyer

[T y l e n o l.]

She held his gaze for as long as she could before breaking it, being thoroughly creeped out. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

(ok, then proceed with however she said then?)  

[Charlie Graves]

Whether or not violence was actually happening now, things had gotten tense. Again. Charlie flipped glances between Warwood - who seemed to have caught on pretty fast about what'd happened - and Ty. Maybe Miss wasn't the only one who had flipped her s**t afterall.

"Look, we can't wait around forever and deliberate about what to do. She's not well, but we can't hurt her. At least it looks like she's cooperating for now; I can call in some guardsmen to escort her somewhere, safely, where she can't hurt anybody and can get some serious help..." He twinged as his side gave another quick shot of pain. "There really isn't any need for a scene right now, alright?"  

[Xikar Wyrhart]

An almost cheshire grin appeared on Xikar's face as he rose up before returning to a neutral demeanor
"Nothing is wrong, things change over time, people change. In any case she seems to calm down enough. How long do you think it will take the guards to get here Charles."  

[User 4385700]

"Aye, especially awaking someone who is a professional sushi-chef to this sorta thing..."

Warwood took his hand off the hilt of his sword.

"...I dunno about you, but from what I heard, that lady there has something very wrong with her. Might even bleed off, or summin like that. Lets all just calm down and get a drink or something, tend our wounds, and find out whats what, eh?  

[Miss Conception]

What everyone assumed to be cooperation was really just a temporary lapse in Lilith's psychological function. Or, in other words, a different kind of episode than the one she'd been previously experiencing. She had collapsed into a stupor in Ty's arms, staring blindly at the ceiling and muttering fragmented words that couldn't be translated into anything familiar. The world around her was little more than a colorful blur. She couldn't distinguish flesh and blood from hallucination, and everything she saw or heard was the absolute truth according to her troubled mind. So, she remained still, proposing nonsensical questions to shadows who replied with equally nonsensical wisdom. The actions of those around her weren't of any consequence while she remained in this condition, but unfortunately for the group of onlookers, this condition wasn't going to last for long.

With an unexpected lurch, Miss regained whatever she had lost and returned to her former state of mind. She wasn't particularly sure how she'd ended up on the ground, but it didn't matter. Helen was holding her captive and Tomas was busy delegating a course of action to the others. Typical. An influx of rage-induced adrenaline spiked through Miss' body and her bloody fingertips tightened around the hilt of her sword. If they thought they were going to humiliate her, they were terribly, terribly wrong.

Miss jerked against Ty's grasp and struggled to free herself as her lethal power ignited once again. The crushing sadness she'd felt moments before had been replaced with the overwhelming urge to kill. They hadn't taken advantage of the chance she'd given them to kill her, and so, they would suffer the aftermath of their own stupidity. Anyone standing within her immediate line of vision, which currently consisted of Charlie and Xikar, would likely begin to feel the creeping sensation of their body beginning to shut down. This time, though, nothing was held back. Playtime was over.

"Let. Me. GO." Putting her entire body into the effort, Miss desperately tugged against Ty's hold and tried to release her right arm, ready to pull it back and drive an elbow into the girl's chin at the first opportunity.

 

[User 4385700]

"Ah...s**t. Knew it. knewitknewitknewitknewit.

Warwood braced himself, and drew his uncle's katana. Cold blue steel, jade hilt, and another one of Wickit's discarded flags tied off the hilt. Warwood knew this blade well, but it had been some time since he had used it. Sensing something wholly unworldly about the woman, he slipped his mask on, the visage of it augmented by his apparent corrupted voodoo on the face side of the thing, giving Warwood the needed speed, sight, and overall look to complete his power ranger suit. Poised for battle, he stood awaiting his cue.  

[T y l e n o l.]

Lulled into a false sense of ease thinking the woman had calmed down, Ty's grip was a little looser than she cared it to be when Miss started fighting back. The flailing broke her grip enough for Miss to move a little more than Ty would've wanted. She was knocked off balance and that only got worse as an elbow made contact with the side of her face. The one side was free but she clung as tightly to the woman's dress to at least pull her to the ground to slow her down a bit more.  

[Charlie Graves]

Charlie might've willingly joined in on the Power Ranger stance, if not for the sudden pains pounding through his chest. A first thought would've led him to believe that it was the gash in his side, but it scared the hell out of him that the real pains were coming from his heart. Taking deep breaths to level his heartbeat - a useless gesture - Charlie fumbled through his pockets for his phone, taking the necessary time to dial '9-1-1-' through shaking hands.

The phone made the typical dial noises as he tried to steady himself onto his feet, waiting for the voice on the other end to appear.  

[User 4385700]

Warwood chuckled under his mask, the sound bouncing off and inside the hollowed-out beak and making it sound much more guttural than it initially was.

"Whats the number for nine one one?"

That said, Warwood brought his left hand to the bottom of the pommel of his sword, the right still grasping firmly at the top. This allowed him a sort of frenzied control of the blade, as it was habitual of him to literally palm the pommel in between his fingers and around his hands, giving him a sort of weaponized flexibility that would rival a cephalopod. He hadn't used this stance in ages, but eh, enough exposition. Whatever that means.

Warwood, again, waited for his cue, and at this rate, his mind had already figured a way about this woman. Thrusting weapon versus a modified katana that could be used either way. Almost overkill, but her strength would weigh in as well as the whole batshit factor and whether or not this was going to turn into a p***s competition due to the fact two competent swordsmen were in the room. Well, three, but women don't count. I kid, I kid.  

[Xikar Wyrhart]

As Miss struggled to break free from Ty's grasp, he felt a strange aura surrounding him trying to squeeze him. He looked at Miss and could see the source; Miss herself. Whatever strange powers she had they paled in comparison to Xik's true abilities.

Without even moving the air or rather something got heavier. The entire area felt like the air was 20 pounds heavier. This day just got weirder and weirder for everybody around here. First a mad woman shows up, and now a strange force of heavy air.  

[Xikar Wyrhart]

((is anybody stuck on how to post next?))  

[T y l e n o l.]

((I'm waiting for Miss, I don't want to advance too far without her))  

[Xikar Wyrhart]

((okay))  

[Charlie Graves]

T y l e n o l.

((I'm waiting for Miss, I don't want to advance too far without her))

((^^^ this 3nodding ))  

[Miss Conception]

((Sorry guys, s**t keeps getting real with life and stuff. I'll work on getting a post done today since we're snowed in.))