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"Not worth your time? F*ck, why the hell'd you come in here anyway then?"

With a groan Scytheress rocked onto her knees and with the aid of her right hand pushed herself finally to her feet. She staggered back a few paces into the wall, her shoulders folding forward from the angle of the corner and her head fell back to smack into the panelling. She cursed under her breath as she staggered back forward again to where she had been, doubling over so her right palm could rest over her bare knee, her left fist now grinding into her left eye. It burned like it had only once before in her life and that was centuries ago.

"So are you leavin or what ya little pansy? What's eatin' you to the point you can't even open the damned door?"

Scytheress picked her head up a bit to look at Slades back. Her vision was blurry at best and she was so disoriented she might as well have been staring into a blender. She wished Slade hadn't seen her like this, she wished no one had and thinking of what a mess she was at that moment made her fall onto her hands and knees and vomit up the only substance in her stomach and that was simply the acids that would have digested her food. It burned up her throat and left a horrible taste in her mouth, but what was worse was the blood that seeped from her face now. Not her mouth but from her left eye. All across it were bloody scratches that oozed not only blood but yellowish bacteria that had been festering in the wounds. Scytheress wrapped both her arms around her stomach and moaned quietly in pain.

Scytheress couldn't have even put up a struggle if she wanted to and slummped over in the chair. With what little strength she had she kept herself from doubling over completely and sat hunched with her arms hanging between her legs. Her tail was bent in an odd position and hurt like hell but at this point she didn't care about those kinds of little pains. Scythe flicked her ears in her attempt to bring her head up but eventually just let her neck relax and her face remained toward the floor.

"You're in no place to judge door-man..."

Scytheress emitted a deep growl as she was settled against Slade's shoulder. She didn't want to be helped let alone in the presence of anyone, least of all Slade, and she put forth a sudden burst of energy just to shove herself away. It wasn't the most graceful of moves, but her hand against his leg was enough to move her enough to slide from the chair back onto the floor. Her seat tipped to let her fall sprawling on the floor away from Slade and Scy gritted her teeth in pain. Where her head hit was left a bloody splatter, invisible in the shadowed darkness of the room but Scythe felt it under her hand as she propper herself up.

"Don't...f-in'... touch me.. ya stupid...son of a ...woah!"

Her hand slipped from under her in the small pool of blood and she fell back again, laying out flat on her back with her head slamming yet against against the hard floor. Scytheress winced, letting out a sharp hiss before she simply gave up trying to right herself. Her eyes didn't open after that as she rested, or tried to. Unconsciousness was a rare comodity.

Again the woman began to growl the moment Slade laid his hands on her but that last bump to the head rendered Scytheress nearly immobile. She had no choice but to let him manipulate her as he wanted, she was fortunate that he didn't seem himself either that day. When she felt the cloth begin to wrap around her head she summoned the strength to speak again, but it was slurred and just barely above a whisper.

"F...off..."

Angellea walked in, her hair tied up. She sat on the cool floor and layed her leg out so the cool floor would soothe her cut. Leaning against the wall she let out a deep breath. Tears still streamed down her face from the news earlier. We just can't stand having you at home with your powers....it would be best if ...well...maybe you didnt come back...at least not for a long while...
Angie put her hands palm down on the floor. She took in all the past moments that had occured on the floor...in the room itself. All the laughter that had occured....If she could not be happy on her own...the past was a good substitute.

"Now now now, is that any way to treat a lady?" this...cleverly cliche question was made just to the immediate left of the man that was currently on top of the woman. It was a question made with a gentle smile, and a calm demeanor. And so, that was the kind of man that asked, a man who was...right next to him. "I do not believe she appreciates such a thing, as few would. And as it so happens, I do in fact have need of her time." he said, most calmly. Where he came from though was an entire mystery all on its own. The man wore a white suit jacket over a black shirt and white tie. The subtle skin tone of the man was completely covered by this, as well as a pair of white pants, and black dress shoes. Only upon his face was his skin tone apparent, as where the hues of gray white irises and pupils which made his own eyes look near completely white. "Now, if you would be so kind as to remove yourself from the lady, I can perhaps discuss a tad bit of business I would have with her, yes?" still without clues to how he arrived, the man awaited, leaning slightly against the decorative cane that he held in front of himself, head slightly turned.

Slade knew there was a strong connection. After going through his memory for this whole time he now had a new found passion for Scyth. It was odd feeling such emotion. But this man sounded though it was important. Slade would have to wait for his time. He got off Scy and lifted her and walked over to Sol and handed her to him.

"Take care.."

He turned and with a slight glance over his shoulder a rare feature come upon him. One that only victims saw last but this was not one for scare or enjoyment of death. He smiled for a new found hope. With a spin of his revolver he was gone as 3 shots hit the wall and as shadows they simply swarmed around on the wall into figures.

This "fight" was over faster than expected. This "scytheress person" looked pretty jacked up. Stev stood up and walked over. "You guys need any help?" Stev slid off his promise ring and readied it for healing..."Not that I want to get involved...."