[b]"I do [i]not[/i] want to rummage through your drawers."[/b] Olivia reiterated as she turned to stare at Nate. He had been going through her own personal items that only she and that special someone was allowed to see but he apparently thought that he was welcome to snoop around. His apology, however, seemed sincere. "I enjoy my personal space, thank you very much. Invade it again and I believe I'll have every right to aim properly next time." She warned him, her eyes glazing over a little with anger - Orion brought out the worst in Olivia. Sighing, she finally turned to him and nodded. "I accept your apology."

What happened next stunned her, really. When the phone went on speaker and Elijah's contact began to speak, she felt the blood drain away from her head and she instantly became a little light-headed. It was easy for Olivia to live out what the public thought of her - a genius, a peacemaker, a forward-thinker. But when he chose to attack something close to her; something susceptible to attack, she lost all understanding of the situation. [b]"I... You... No..."[/b] Shaking her head quickly, she took a step back into Nate as the contact revealed that there was no record of her birth and simply some adoption forms that linked her and her p parents together.

[b]"Enough, Elijah!"[/b] She sounded, pressing her fingers to her temple and ignoring the rising well of anger at his actions - he had taken things too far. Before she could do anything stupid, she limited her own danger by summoning Pyxis again. Taking a few shaky steps forward, she stated up into his eyes with something that resembled loathing but there was also a hint of fear there. [b]"You can do what you like to me, Elijah, but if you ever try to hurt those who I love, I will end your life. I'm a peacemaker but I will kill you if you dare think you can hurt them."[/b]

With that, she turned away from the pyromancer, her head ringing. [b]"I'm going to change. I don't want any of... That. Don't wait up for me; as in, get out when you're done."[/b] She seemed a little too forward about them leaving but she neither trusted them nor wanted them there. Disappearing into her room, she instantly locked the door and collapsed against it, her breathing hard - it wasn't usual that she had to try and warn an extremely powerful Meta not to cross her. Finally, after a few minutes, she regained control of her breathing and managed to pull out some clothes before heading into the bathroom to shower and change.

[color=DeepPink][h2]Scarlett Evermore[/h2][/color]

Humming softly, she gladly lifted the scissors and snipped off the extra bit of stem that wasn't needed. She had grown quite a bit in five years - not exactly physically but mentally. She was a stronger person now, with a little help from Loki, of course. She was still sporting the dyed violet hair but overall, she looked like she was doing pretty good. Loki was out somewhere - he left a few mornings ago and never returned so she hazarded a guess to say that he was probably on a job. Scarlett had been begging him to let her tag along with one of them but every time, he refused - apparently they were much too dangerous and he needed to keep her safe.

Her humming was cut short a little as scenes of the attack on the New Sun building appeared on the little tv as she switched the channel. Standing back, a little stunned, she watched with intense curiosity as the building began to buckle due to a large series of explosions. [i]An idiot with half a brain could figure out who was behind that.[/i] Suddenly noticing a customer, she switched off the tv and moved around from behind the counter. [color=DeepPink]"Do you need any help, ma'am?"[/color] Her smile was bright but she took note of who it was - Light: one of the Reformists' strongest Meta if not the strongest.