Post by tequilamockingbird on Jan 4, 2018 16:58:14 GMT
Alana snuggled with the cat a moment, it was nice that something remembered. She attempted to keep still as "Violet" walked in. It was strange, seeing Vendetta dressed like this. She seemed....stressed, however. In this perfect little doll house town, seeing someone stressed was...odd.
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"Thank you, Saleme, I...." Violet began, before catching sight of Alana. Alana, trying not to be rude, waved back, but all Violet could see were spiders, pouring from Alana's open mouth, eye sockets, spilling to the floor. Pushed past her threshold, Violet screamed, falling to the floor.
Alana jumped in shock. Her reappearance, the smell of magic, must be like catnip to the widow that was still dormant inside Violet. Things were going to get nasty, and soon. As the known medical professional, she had to act fast. Springing to her feet, she strode across to the distressed woman.
"She's having a panic attack! Saleme, you know her, right- do these happen often?" Alana began, getting close to the shivering, crying woman.
At that moment, the front window of the cafe shattered as a fireman's axe was hacked into it. Alana turned, in shock, to see a local man, dressed in casual attire- clearly a fireman on his day off? She gazed into his face and recognised him- he was one of Vendetta's psychopathic followers.
He staggered through the window, his eyes black as a spider's, his axe outstretched.
"Stay away from my mistress!" He slurred.
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"Thank you, Saleme, I...." Violet began, before catching sight of Alana. Alana, trying not to be rude, waved back, but all Violet could see were spiders, pouring from Alana's open mouth, eye sockets, spilling to the floor. Pushed past her threshold, Violet screamed, falling to the floor.
Alana jumped in shock. Her reappearance, the smell of magic, must be like catnip to the widow that was still dormant inside Violet. Things were going to get nasty, and soon. As the known medical professional, she had to act fast. Springing to her feet, she strode across to the distressed woman.
"She's having a panic attack! Saleme, you know her, right- do these happen often?" Alana began, getting close to the shivering, crying woman.
At that moment, the front window of the cafe shattered as a fireman's axe was hacked into it. Alana turned, in shock, to see a local man, dressed in casual attire- clearly a fireman on his day off? She gazed into his face and recognised him- he was one of Vendetta's psychopathic followers.
He staggered through the window, his eyes black as a spider's, his axe outstretched.
"Stay away from my mistress!" He slurred.
