06-08-2020, 11:52 AM
Nhysa gave a short sigh as the sirens drew closer. Like little rapscallions the feuding between the two had begun anew, though the laughing boy at least made some attempt to settle the spirited emotions. Despite her stated intention, she observed a while longer, hopeful it might resolve itself without her having to yank the two by either scruff. She’d taken half a step forward when the rumble of an unmarked van caught her attention, and now she was precisely where she did not wish to be. The Dominion bound his quarry and removed him quickly, and then only the more ordinary authorities and first responders mingled among them. It seemed quite the perfect time to slip away, and yet after a moment Nhsya’s arms folded. She stared flatly at the woman who had drawn her here. Nothing pulled any longer, but she had been given the knowledge for a reason. Or the suspicion anyway.
Something tainted that dark soul, stirring at the flames of kinship. A hospital waited. Questions to follow. Perhaps the Facility after that, if the destruction wrought here transpired to be less incidental that it appeared at first glance. Nhysa should feel no sisterhood, and yet in the same way she had been reluctant to harm the vampiric creatures for their simple nature, she was inclined to protect broken things. And that one was most definitely broken.
She shot Li a sly smile, like perhaps she blamed him for her new bout of conscience, and then she plunged herself into the hive of busy worker bees assessing the damage and those still standing in it. No one here had clearance to know who she was, but authority was an aroma men usually responded to. She picked her way over the debris, glancing briefly at the unconscious victim on the ground -- or what she could see of him, anyway, as the ambulance crews began their work. The excited or distressed tones of various eyewitnesses effusing their stories to police and each other brushed her attention with amusement more than interest.
The woman had stubbornly clawed herself to her feet, and was presently fussed over by a member of the ambulance crew who seemed to regard her with all the wariness of a feral cat being tempted into a trap box. Without pause, Nhysa’s hand wrapped around the woman’s bloodied arm. The muscles tensed underneath, like she contemplated lashing out. But there was such a glaze in her eyes Nhysa suspected the main of her concentration was plied simply into keeping her feet. She almost had the urge to tickle the woman under her chin for such adorably fierce pride.
Instead she turned her attention on the first responder. “I will take it from here,” she said.
The man’s eyes flicked her up and down. Nhysa’s clothes were nondescript, just black on black. But her expression was direct, her sharp gaze unwavering. A little discomfort flickered as he looked away, as sometimes people did when they gazed unknowing into the eyes of a killer. Usually it made Nhysa smirk, that subconscious recoil. Today she just waited for it to do its work. “CDPS can question her after she’s been treated. She’s in no fit state.”
“Do I look like a monster?” Brief amusement pulsed her dark gaze, but her chin angled for the challenge. “She will be cared for first. See to the others that need attention.” She did not wait now for a response, just began to move away. For one irritating second she thought that the moment the woman’s feet unrooted from the ground she was going to fall, which would have been a marginal inconvenience. But she only shuffled with a wince and staggered so heavily it was quite fortunate that despite Nhysa’s small stature she was strong. Or maybe it was a scowl. Hard to tell in that swollen face. Either way, she moved. The man's expression twitched unhappily, but he let them go with the mutter of a rather delightful curse under his breath.
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Something tainted that dark soul, stirring at the flames of kinship. A hospital waited. Questions to follow. Perhaps the Facility after that, if the destruction wrought here transpired to be less incidental that it appeared at first glance. Nhysa should feel no sisterhood, and yet in the same way she had been reluctant to harm the vampiric creatures for their simple nature, she was inclined to protect broken things. And that one was most definitely broken.
She shot Li a sly smile, like perhaps she blamed him for her new bout of conscience, and then she plunged herself into the hive of busy worker bees assessing the damage and those still standing in it. No one here had clearance to know who she was, but authority was an aroma men usually responded to. She picked her way over the debris, glancing briefly at the unconscious victim on the ground -- or what she could see of him, anyway, as the ambulance crews began their work. The excited or distressed tones of various eyewitnesses effusing their stories to police and each other brushed her attention with amusement more than interest.
The woman had stubbornly clawed herself to her feet, and was presently fussed over by a member of the ambulance crew who seemed to regard her with all the wariness of a feral cat being tempted into a trap box. Without pause, Nhysa’s hand wrapped around the woman’s bloodied arm. The muscles tensed underneath, like she contemplated lashing out. But there was such a glaze in her eyes Nhysa suspected the main of her concentration was plied simply into keeping her feet. She almost had the urge to tickle the woman under her chin for such adorably fierce pride.
Instead she turned her attention on the first responder. “I will take it from here,” she said.
The man’s eyes flicked her up and down. Nhysa’s clothes were nondescript, just black on black. But her expression was direct, her sharp gaze unwavering. A little discomfort flickered as he looked away, as sometimes people did when they gazed unknowing into the eyes of a killer. Usually it made Nhysa smirk, that subconscious recoil. Today she just waited for it to do its work. “CDPS can question her after she’s been treated. She’s in no fit state.”
“Do I look like a monster?” Brief amusement pulsed her dark gaze, but her chin angled for the challenge. “She will be cared for first. See to the others that need attention.” She did not wait now for a response, just began to move away. For one irritating second she thought that the moment the woman’s feet unrooted from the ground she was going to fall, which would have been a marginal inconvenience. But she only shuffled with a wince and staggered so heavily it was quite fortunate that despite Nhysa’s small stature she was strong. Or maybe it was a scowl. Hard to tell in that swollen face. Either way, she moved. The man's expression twitched unhappily, but he let them go with the mutter of a rather delightful curse under his breath.
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