Kaya had tucked away his tapestries and threads for the night and taken the empty spot aside his pet, resting in a sort of dream-sleep for the rest of the night. The walls shuddering and the floor ever so subtly fluctuating beneath the legs of the bed woke both the Queen and Kai at first tremor. Kai’s first thought had been to ask if it was an earthquake, only to have it b***h-slapped out of the link between he and Kaya for its absurdity. When the scream that sounded it could only have come from Uriel pierced through the air, Kaya was up, brocade cloak and hood already on. Kai was equally ready, already unlatching the safeties from both of his firearms. Neither used a blade larger than a dagger, so to say; needle were more of a point than a blade.
Eyes closed, the Queen had strode to the door, placing one slender hand against the door frame before pulling away, a single thread of the time that had passed while he had rested between the pad of his index and thumb. The realization of five new entities at the scene was brought to Kaya’s attention immediately and at least three of which were hostile or stirred in some sort. The presence of the polite child-not-child Auriel and the love-intrest vampire was too disturbed, enraged, distraught in the master bedroom not too far off. The brunette let the time thread retreat back into the whole of the establishment, realizing the source and starter of the disturbances in each entity was none other than the owner of the Crimson Blood: Uriel. Even that man himself was... Kaya could not read it, but gain a shuddering sense of impending evil.
The poisoner Kai was already on his feet, coat buckled firmly around his person. Two gunshots downstairs so many floors down was still heard. The ebony had pressed his forehead against his Queen’s, gold eyes shut for a single solitary moment. Like it was one of those calms before all hell broke loose. Kaya grimaced, knowing when his kitty-Kai dared to touch him in this way without permission, meant things were getting serious. After all, it had to be if the whole building was up and frantic. Full apple-red lips pressed to the thin paler ones of the poisoner. A brief touch as the pair dropped through the elevator shaft in a cocoon of Kaya’s spare filaments. In this way, they passed through the ceiling and floor of the elevator itself harmlessly, landing on the pouf of threads that degenerated after they’d gotten to their feet. The elevator doors did not open, instead, Kaya first stepping one dainty foot past the crack of the doors like it was a door-curtain.
Strings were already strung from his adroit digits, only two wrapped around the monkey’s limbs, yanking the creature back. Tied down, one was always a viable target. The poisoner smirked something psychotic, he did enjoy bouts of terrorization of lowlifes and other such things every now and then...er, every other week. Not that Kaya minded. Two guns out, the threads of his bustle skirt that was tucked neatly beneath the vest and under the long coat were coming apart, much like the first lace hems of Queen Lathivus’s dresses. Backs to the elevator still, the placement and dispositions of the aroused and hostile were taken note of. Two similar wolves and an individual in the form of a young child, of course, the crazed monkey who’s blood quantity seemed to be a little disproportionate. The hot-heade vampire was splattered spaghetti-like blotches that stunk of the same scent as the monkey. So those two had been at it already. All hell had to come down didnt it?
A potent shot of deadly tranquilizer tipped the ammunitions of Kais guns. One scrape and once it entered the blood, could put one out for a week. A reason for its potency was the saliva of a demon that was part of its components. His aim was hardly ever to kill on spot. Itd be a waste of a hard-grown life, hed say-- like cutting down a plant even before the flowers bloomed. The poisoner preferred to peel the petals off a budding or bloomed flower. Two silent shots from his left gun were loosened; the needles aimed with pinpoint accuracy for the femoral artery and carotid arteries on the monkey. No, he was very particular in wanting to help the hot-headed leech, but the fur bal just seemed interesting a target. If the needles made contact, one touch beneath the fur would cause blurry vision, disrupt the stability in the inner ear and send the animate item into a sickly unconsciousness.