DapperCat
HELP I'M A CAT
"F-fuck-" she hissed under her breath.
She had to collect herself. The tears were handled due to... wait. Due to what? She hadn't suppressed them purposely, did they perhaps only happen in the mental space He had created? She put the pistol back as she saw the now winged Kirill fly off, trying to steady her hands by rubbing her palms together.
Her tail swept behind her as her gaze in turn swept across everyone moving and shouting. The touchy demoness crawled to the wolfkin, the merfolk is muttering something inaudible under his breath and Jasper is giving the team-leaders an ear full.
She agreed with him on parts of it, other parts she had no clue what he was rambling about. Psychological torment? Her brows creased in contemplation. Then she shook her head. He had known the answer to her question, with an answer so specific it could not be guessed. And nobody was as capable as He was.
After convincing herself, she managed to capture a few more things around her.
"I'm so glad you're all alive."
The Demon turned to look at Theo, a black tail flicking to the side as she gave him a trembling thumbs-up and a shaking grin. Black veins visibly crackling under her bordeaux skin. She wanted to act like she had to once more, but the veins gave her pause. Her thumb up towards Theo lowered as she held her wrist with her other hand, pressing into the vein as pulsating light fluctuated through them.
That wasn't normal. But this wasn't the first time she'd been afflicted by something magical, and she knew very damn well she hadn't the slightest clue how to deal with such a condition. Normally He would take care of it, or she had to see some other professional.
"Kirill seems to have gone rogue..."
...Unfortunately the professionals currently with them were less than reliable. It was logical to protect the team first and foremost, but aside from him flying toward the group, there was no proof to indicate he'd gone 'rogue'. She pinched the bridge of her nose, still blissfully unaware of the tail flicking in irritation behind her, indicating her current emotions.
But these team-leaders, nor Smited, had any reason or right to earn her absolute obedience. Nor her unquestioning loyalty. And thus, through her persona, she could at least try and give suggestions she otherwise would not.
"Did nobody think t' maybe first call out t' the hulkin' guy there? Maybe? Boss?" she grinned easily, her trembling arms the only indication of her not being completely at ease. "Ya know. Before y'write someone off as being rogue. We could try that first and possibly save on some stress."
The woman then cleared her throat, opening her maw wide as she seemed to prepare and shout at the teammate- only to then realise she'd probably attract other things lurking in the process. Thus, instead, she grabbed one of her much beloved flasks, which had its metallic shine, and raised it above her head in one clutched hand.
She began to wave it around toward him, whilst motioning with the other to come to the group. The metal shone slightly as it swayed left and right. She looked ridiculous, but it was at least worth a shot before going into a defensive mode.
She had to collect herself. The tears were handled due to... wait. Due to what? She hadn't suppressed them purposely, did they perhaps only happen in the mental space He had created? She put the pistol back as she saw the now winged Kirill fly off, trying to steady her hands by rubbing her palms together.
Her tail swept behind her as her gaze in turn swept across everyone moving and shouting. The touchy demoness crawled to the wolfkin, the merfolk is muttering something inaudible under his breath and Jasper is giving the team-leaders an ear full.
She agreed with him on parts of it, other parts she had no clue what he was rambling about. Psychological torment? Her brows creased in contemplation. Then she shook her head. He had known the answer to her question, with an answer so specific it could not be guessed. And nobody was as capable as He was.
After convincing herself, she managed to capture a few more things around her.
"I'm so glad you're all alive."
The Demon turned to look at Theo, a black tail flicking to the side as she gave him a trembling thumbs-up and a shaking grin. Black veins visibly crackling under her bordeaux skin. She wanted to act like she had to once more, but the veins gave her pause. Her thumb up towards Theo lowered as she held her wrist with her other hand, pressing into the vein as pulsating light fluctuated through them.
That wasn't normal. But this wasn't the first time she'd been afflicted by something magical, and she knew very damn well she hadn't the slightest clue how to deal with such a condition. Normally He would take care of it, or she had to see some other professional.
"Kirill seems to have gone rogue..."
...Unfortunately the professionals currently with them were less than reliable. It was logical to protect the team first and foremost, but aside from him flying toward the group, there was no proof to indicate he'd gone 'rogue'. She pinched the bridge of her nose, still blissfully unaware of the tail flicking in irritation behind her, indicating her current emotions.
But these team-leaders, nor Smited, had any reason or right to earn her absolute obedience. Nor her unquestioning loyalty. And thus, through her persona, she could at least try and give suggestions she otherwise would not.
"Did nobody think t' maybe first call out t' the hulkin' guy there? Maybe? Boss?" she grinned easily, her trembling arms the only indication of her not being completely at ease. "Ya know. Before y'write someone off as being rogue. We could try that first and possibly save on some stress."
The woman then cleared her throat, opening her maw wide as she seemed to prepare and shout at the teammate- only to then realise she'd probably attract other things lurking in the process. Thus, instead, she grabbed one of her much beloved flasks, which had its metallic shine, and raised it above her head in one clutched hand.
She began to wave it around toward him, whilst motioning with the other to come to the group. The metal shone slightly as it swayed left and right. She looked ridiculous, but it was at least worth a shot before going into a defensive mode.