Choices

[Oriena]

Giovanni could do anything; she was blind to the power he controlled, even if she knew it existed. The uncertainty invigorated her, that black space of waiting before a dropped coin picked its side. The light within urged embrace, pulsating a gentle siren call in response. Part of that was self-protection, but part was simply the thrill of the recklessness. Ori hovered on the edge, alert but not afraid. Then sparks daggered. The lights plunged. Chaos bled. Muffled sounds of surprise marked the sudden change, and she laughed.

When Nox touched her hand, she thought for a moment he was afraid. A second later she was proved wrong, when a thunderclap vibrated out from his hands. Louder than it should be. By far. She flinched involuntarily as the sound knifed right through her skull, shooting her through with retaliation. Flows circled but fizzled out with a little control. Her ears were left ringing. Mother fucker. "Now isn't that interesting."
Jon had sensed her back in the club, and though she didn't know how - or even if it had been nothing more than a lucky guess - she was aware that drawing on the power might give her away. It didn't matter, and she didn't drop it.

Her fingers curled around Nox's wrist. "Do that again and we'll find out how dangerous I can be, duckling."
It was more challenge than threat - if she were pissed off at the pain he caused, she was more amused by the turn of events. And the opportunities they presented. Purposefully ignorant of the scene they were (potentially) causing, she turned her gaze to Giovanni. Grinned. "Looks like you have competition."