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Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 | awkward as usual

Even though he shook his head and uttered a soft, "oh, no, i-it's okay," he still took the spot next to her. The rain outside reminded him of the way its shadows fell across each haunting painting lining the walls of the aquamarine atrium. He shook his head again, but this time it wasn't meant for Chel.

"I didn't mean to butt in." This was far from the only window he could've chosen, after all. "I'm just... not really sure what else to do." Jamie wasn't sure why he was telling her this, either, but the Otherworld's antics had him at a genuine loss. The words escaped before he could quell them.

Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 | it's a sad world after all

"At least I'm not alone in that." There was a short laugh to match hers, but edged with something that came off as sadness when it wanted to be bitterness. "I like the rain, but I still can't decide if I like this rain." At that, Jamie lapsed into a short silence. His eyes, shaded by the white mask he wore, never left the world outside the silver hall. Honestly, fond of it or not, he would've preferred it out there. It would've been more liberating to feel the rain soak through his clothes and down to the bone than to wait here, unable to act.

"They took my best friend," he admitted, totally unprompted.

Nathaniel Parrish - 25 / 25 - rude corr rude


He hadn't liked the way that the man had smiled before, when he'd been masked, and he didn't like the way he smiled now; as though the world lay at his feet, and he was prepared to stomp over all of it to get to where he wanted to be.

Nathaniel like his own little world a little too much to let it be destroyed.

"Corr?" he repeated lightly, his tone still mild. "As in - corruption? An oddly ironic name, all things considered," he added, with a casual shrug. "I mean, it fits you, if you think about it, right? But Corr it is, since you're not Alexander Thorne."

Whoever that really was. Nathaniel felt the jibe cut into him a little, in spite of his attempt at being relaxed. A useless bystander was all he was, and he knew this a little too well, Corr's mocking tone twisting the words into something to be ashamed of. He had too much already he was ashamed of, he didn't need this as well, a slight stiffness in Nathaniel's shoulders and a brief flicker across his face the only evidence that he had taken the insult to heart.

He did not react fast enough. Corr had caught his chin between sharp fingers, too close and too intense for Nathaniel's liking. He stared at him with a muted, calm expression on his face, though inwardly his pulse had skyrocketed, heart slamming against his chest in an uneven rhythm that was bordering on fear.

The grip on his face was painful. Nathaniel raised his eyebrows.

"It's not yours to take," he said, voice still an attempt at mild, though there was a roughness around the edges, a slurring of his words thanks to Corr's fingers. "You should find something else to do with your time. I hear knitting's a fun hobby."

What could you do about it, little mouse, little bystander?

The question was sharp in his thoughts, Nathaniel painfully aware of his inability to do anything at all.

"Not much," he answered truthfully, and swung a fist at Corr's stomach.

Marcus 25/25


The silence he'd given was more telling than anything. Uncertainty gave way to indecisiveness and while Alg had gone forth, Marcus regret he'd not at least spoken up to give the man some symbolism of support.

Though he doubted it would do much good.

As the council left, (which he found immensely good all things considered given how they could go and just kill them all given a whim or something), Marcus's fidgeting had left the cuff of his coat a frayed mess, and his mind he figured that it was best to ask the important questions now that he could.

Lace seemed to be the one in charge and while she seemed threatening, she also came across as slightly pleased with herself. Like a cat that had caught a canary.

And... Jer looked ready to yell at her.
Marcus felt like that was a look the man had made a few times at him over one of his claims.

"Jeremiah, it's not polite to be rude to a host. Shun- Lord, the both of you." He tsked at them.

"My only question is why everyone wants to cause one another harm. It's not like there are secret organizations behind the scene controlling the strings and want to control us." He smiled.

"Unless of course, I'm mistaken."

Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 | awkward with a side of apologetic

"Shiloh..." Whether or not Chel would actually know who he meant, it didn't really matter. It already felt like too much to ask her to listen. Forcing himself to hold back, he didn't mention how Shiloh hadn't even remembered him or how Beel had played him like a fiddle or how he feared his very best friend would be tithed while he stood out here sulking and accomplishing nothing. It hurt to continually feel useless.

He closed his eyes to the sound of growing conflict behind him and wished he could hear the rain.

"Sorry," Jamie eventually muttered, animalistic ears twitching. When he turned to look at her, his expression was awkward and apologetic and truly showed his youth. "That's a weird thing to just... bring up, huh?"

Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - whoa there friend

With Professor Mercer sent off to the wolves, Lily had considered her part in the whole affair finished, and had so retreated to a wall to drape herself on while they all waited on the results. She had little interest in being goaded by not-Lady, nor the growingly apparent not-Thorne or not-Shiloh or anyone else, and so instead she mulled over what Noeh had said to her in silent company.

He wants to kill her. But who? And whom? It was too grand a riddle for too late in the evening, so she put her thoughts away, taking a moment to feel for the small set of horns on her forehead. She'd assumed that they were part of the mask, but with the mask gone they still remained...was this part of being a were?

Lily glanced over to the sounds of a scuffle, frowning when she saw her date on the ground. She stood but didn't rush over to the rescue just yet, her tail flickering behind her in agitation behind her. "C'mon, boys, I'm sure we can all be friends," she said, but her eyes were steady on the not-Thorne. She'd watched him put down one person with ease, and she was less than interested in spectating when it came to Nathaniel.

"I'm sure there's some fancy dessert champagne that's more interesting," she said with raised eyebrows and flat ears, more to the tune of a warning. She didn't want to fight something with Thorne's face, but she wasn't afraid of it, either.

Jack | 25/25 | gon have a drink

"Sorry everyone else looks better, darling," Jack said with a wry smile. "Smoke's on me when we get back?" He wasn't a huge partaker himself, being made far too aware of each and every health complication, but hey--supernatural ball for a pack wasn't a half bad trade. Assuming they got out unscathed.

Things were getting a little more hostile than he was willing to stand close to, however. Nudging Connor for him to follow, Jack swiped a drink off a passing tray and approached Chel and the bunny boy; he recognized the latter as a skittish participant in the whole were business, and frankly someone timid was preferable to someone who might or might not get up in his face.

"At least one of you looks in need of a drink." He held out the glass to the both of them.

[ Corr | | 20/25 | | +3 to attack ] : rollin

Corr sighed out sharply at Lace's intervention. His eyes flicked to her, a cat's smile cutting across his expression. It was apologetic, but only barely, and not with any true sign of remorse written in its code. He twisted his wrist and popped it, a low rumble burning through his throat.

"Of course, sister," he hummed, "You were always so much better at following rules."

He eyed Nathan the way one might eye a particularly tasty dessert. The boy had nothing to say that hadn't already been spat at him again and again. It was something that slid off of him like oil. He exhaled, a sharp burst of noise.

"Is that why humans keep putting them in cages to experiment on?" He remarked, dryly. "Or are you just resigned enough to your fate that you don't mind being one?" He stepped back, graceful in his avoidance of Nathaniel's reaching arms. His hands shot forward in retribution though, catching the soft flesh of the blonds neck and squeezing with merciless ease. A bloodless mess for the Madam? Well, it wouldn't be as fun, but he could do worse.

"Do you know what else mice do?" He drawled. "They squeal."

His eyes flicked to Lily, his hands hardly budging.

"That's the biggest lie you've ever told," he panned at her, "And I've been drinking the champagne all night. Time to entertain myself another way." He spread his hands at her benevolently. "Unless you have another suggestion in mind."

There was no real brightening of his expression at Pollux's appearance, but he did turn and give the man an appreciative pat on the chest for his well-timed entrance.

"Hello," he purred, amused, "We're entertaining the masses. Care to join in?" He paused, thoughtfully, looking to Lace. "Careful of the floor though. I will not be skinned if you're the one making a mess."