Fortunately (or unfortunately for a certain two), Olivia had came down from her high and they had been snooping around in her place for far too long! Whenever she smelt the odd scent of burning, Olivia could just tell that she was more than likely going to be pissed off. She could make exceptions for Isabella Lancaster and to some extents, Ruby Greenfoot, but Elijah Craigh had no dark backstory to ammend his actions. No brutal murders nor tragic loss. Elijah Craigh was the worst of humanity and Olivia found herself having a very strong dislike of the man, even if he did save her. Why Cedric insisted on keeping scum like him around was a mystery to her but if she had her way, Elijah Craigh would be buried in the darkest cell she could find or at least somewhere where he wasn't annoying her. She was a [i]very[/i] forgiving individual.

Of course, his reputation with her skyrocketed as she was informed that they had to snip a part of her hair off due to burn damage. You can try to kill a girl. Hell, you can very nearly succeed in killing her but the moment you touch her hair, shit is going down. [color=Silver]"Olivia, do go lightly on them, I do believe that they're innocent in terms of maturity levels."[/color]

Olivia, however, was very firm on the task ahead of her. [b]"Not now, Albert."[/b] She was suprisingly silent, showing just how angry she was - it was very likely that there would be a lot of injuries after she had her way. Moving past the old man, she ignored the fact that she was still clothed in her hospital gown and looking like she had just walked through Hell. Once she had equipped herself with a nearby wall-mounted fire-extinguisher, Olivia padded bare-footed into the elevator packed full of suit-donning who quickly parted for the unfeeling young woman who looked better suited as an assassin, nevermind a peace-maker.

Getting into her apartment was fairly easy, considering she owned it but unfortunately for Nate, she entered just as he began speaking about the treasures he revealed upon entering her bedroom and snooping about. [i]So now, the Reformists hired both perverts and murders. Great.[/i] Sighing softly, she stayed within the shadows of the hall where she was invisible to them and quickly activated Orion. The familiar rush of feeling her body strengthen and contract still proved to be quite exhilarating for Olivia, even if she was about to go and potentially murder two powerful Metas. She'd think about the potential part later, though.

Humming softly, she kept the bow on her back and softly whistled for the two dogs formed at her sides. Everything happened in a rush as she moved into the kitchen, nonchantly equipping a kitchen knife which suddenly turned her from nice Olivia to not so nice Olivia. It was clear that Elijah was not the target with the knife as she turned towards Nate. With reactions that most would die for and an accuracy to match it, she flipped the knife up in the air, catching it on its point before propelling it towards Nate, or more specifically, Nate's nether region. Nate must have prayed particularly hard that day as the blade imbedded itself in the couch, only a lucky inch shy of his crotch. Giving him a rather impressed look, she whistled and nodded towards him, having her two imposing hounds circle Nate to make sure he didn't rush to Elijah's aid.

Turning on the possibly stunned pyromancer and without uttering a single word, she raised the nossle of the fire-extinguisher and gripped the handle tightly, causing a bright blast of carbon dioxide to suddenly burst from the hose and force Elijah back a little. Elijah needed to hammer it into his thick, redneck skull that a fire needs oxygen to burn and carbon dioxide limits said oxygen. [b]"Give me three reasons to stop and I'll possibly reconsider throwing you out of my window with your pervert friend over there, enfoiré."[/b]