[h2]Olivia Delacroix[/h2]

After letting loose arrow after arrow, each didn't seem to deter the man opposing her from turning the crowd back to the building. Growling softly, she considered switching to arrows that would tear him to shreds before Elijah interrupted her, blubbering on about liking her and how she ran his name down. He then proposed to take her away from the chaos of the Reformist HQ. It seemed that despite modernising and becoming more civilized, humans still clung onto ancient ideas - protect the seed, the heir. It felt weird knowing that despite only being there for just over a week, she was second in line to the Reformist leader role.

[b]"We both know this isn't going to go easy, Eli."[/b] She murmured, her attention returning to the man who was still guiding the evacuees towards the building that was being torn to shreds from the inside-out. [b]"You have two options here: you either stop him from turning these people back or drag me out of here kicking and screaming but do know that if you choose the latter, [i]I will[/i] gut you at the first chance offered to me. I know I'm the second in command around here and I'm a target but I will not leave these people."[/b]

Her stance on the matter was firm and the look she gave him spoke lengths of her sincerity - what happened before was nothing compared to this. If he took her away and soaked her hands in more blood, she would end him. That was what she had to do; Elijah was a primal man that lived by the sword and the only way to catch his attention was to put him to the sword and offer him redemption.

Olivia was just about to criticise Elijah's timing on complimenting her enemy before she too focused down on him with her own senses instead of the ethereal senses that guided her aim. With perked ears and hazy eyes, she frowned and stopped shooting, her fingers no longer obeying the commands they were receiving. Then her mind began to act up - instead of the fires of rebellion that previously drove her, a gentle hum echoed in the back of her mind, placid and uncaring of the chaos; if he told her she was safe then she was safe. Breathing slowly, she felt her feet carrying her forwards to the man, his beauty and his gentle words awakening something more than desire within her.

Olivia kept walking for nearly a minute, edging closer to him before screams echoed behind her and drew her back to reality as the moon draws water. Coughing heavily, she closed her eyes and focused in on the suffering - it would break the spell placed on her. Eventually, his soft words faded from her mind and to be honest, Olivia was very pissed off. First Isabella Lancaster shot her, then Elijah Craigh burnt her hair and threatened her family before some shit head God Meta began killing the people she swore to protect yet this piece of shit thought that he could come and play with her mind. [b]"I fucking hate LA!"[/b] With that, her bow materialised and she switched to piercing rounds.

((TL;DR - Olivia argues with Elijah, gets charmed then gets pissed off!))

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

[u]It was Beauty that killed the Beast[/u]

Scarlett had been trailing Ruby for a number of days now yet she still couldn't silence the stifling air around her - there was something bad on the horizon but she didn't know what. Her answer came to her only two days later when news of the attack on the Reformist HQ suddenly exploded onto every media outlet in the world. Thankfully, she was in LA at the time so she could make it to the scene quickly enough. What she found was pure chaos as police and riot teams prevented anyone from getting to the Reformist HQ. Snipers had taken up positions on the surrounding buildings but none could tell the difference between friend and foe.

After charming a police officer, she slipped past the line and darted across the courtyard as quickly as her wardrobe choice would allow her. She passed Vince as well and although she would fancy going a few rounds with him, his words didn't have much of an affect - when you know the mind like she did and your powers circulated around manipulating people's desires, these things aren't very effective. Scarlett wasn't interested in fighting him, made clear by the fact that she rushed passed him and towards the building.

Elijah was there, standing on the steps and trying to pull a pretty brunette back. She looked like she mattered to him and although she felt a small pang of jealousy, she swept past him, her scarf covering her mouth from the smoke and debris.

[i]He was mine once.[/i]

Blood covered the foyer that was previously bustling with life and energy. Bodies slumped against walls, indicators of the hopeless struggle they put up. Blaring alarms did little to rouse the dead or the dying as she pushed deeper into the building. It became less and less populated until eventually, the only sounds were the dark whispers of Patel and the clipping of her stilettos on the blood-stained marble.

Eventually, she rounded a corner and took note of Light, attempting to halt Patel which only proved to be a futile activity. Cedric was being held by one of those loose tendrils - it was likely that he was already dead but she knew that if Patel reached the control room, he would bring this place down around them. Breathing back the sudden terror that rose in her, willing her to run, she withdrew a small needle - she would pull Patel's consciousness against her own before using the shot to force her down into the dream state. It was risky as their consciousnesses could become permanently bound and she would be stuck with the abomination for the rest of her days.

Holding out her hand towards him, her eyes flicked closed as she focused down his consciousness. It was a surprisingly easy process as his mind seemed to be propagated around the entire area. The difficult bit proved to be latching onto this mind and pulling it against her own. [color=deeppink]"Come on, you bastard..."[/color] She murmured to no one in particular before finally, she felt his mind rearing against her own - they were tied now. Letting her eyes flick open, her mind was suddenly overcome by visions of death and destruction as she slipped back, her body falling weak.

The needle cluttered away from her and she had no choice but to drag them into her engineered dreamstate. Grounding her teeth, she fixed him with a final look as her vision exploded into a chaos of lights.

Suddenly, her vision crashed back, the sound of the waves breaking against the wall of rock bringing her to some form of reality. It was dark down there but the storm would hold Patel while she worked on him. [color=deeppink]"Hello!? What do you want?"[/color] She didn't even know if he was down there with her but she had to try.

((TL;DR - I choose you, Scarlett! *Cool Pokemon music* Scarlett uses weird dream powers on Patel))