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[color=gray][i]Outside Kari’s charred house, staring down an electric gun[/i][/color]
[sub][b]Direct Interaction:[/b] Auri, Drake ([@Shin Ghost Note])[/sub]

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[quote=Auri]“It's great to see you again... But I don't think you're part of this Coven..."[/quote]

Luna’s eyes widened at that, [color=bcbcbc][b]“You… what?”[/b][/color]

[quote=Drake][color=3874f4]”I thought I told you to get lost. I caught you spying on us, and you refuse to tell us who you're working for. I'm not playing these games, Luna.”[/color][/quote]

She saw Drake coming a mile away, and her face immediately contoured into a scowl. The aches in her bones from her fight with 8th Street made themselves more pronounced in that moment, and she cursed her own weakness.

She wouldn’t have the same reserves as she did before with Drake. Not that she handled electricity well to begin with.

She saw him form that electric gun, and desperately wanted to match it with her own. But she froze. Auri was watching. The one who had [i]real[/i] say on if Luna would be welcomed back or not. Acting out now would be a death sentence, not just because of Drake’s electrical output.

So, instead of pulling out a light gun of her own, Luna offered her hands up in surrender, sweating a bit.

[quote=Drake][color=3874f4]”Go home, Luna. We don't want you here."[/color][/quote]

[color=bcbcbc][b]“... House of Cards.”[/b][/color] Luna whispered. [color=bcbcbc][b]“That’s who I work for.”[/b][/color] 

Her teeth gritted. [color=bcbcbc][b]“I listened to you, and you still tell me to get lost?”[/b][/color] She gestured to her chest, where she attempted to grow back her armour. It emerged in splintered shards, and Luna sucked in a laboured breath, before she dismissed the armour. It would take a [i]lot[/i] more energy to heal over the shattered pieces and make the armour whole. Energy she didn’t have in that moment.

[color=bcbcbc][b]“Who attacked the fortress? Hm? I would have made more of a dent if Greta didn’t have her fuckin’ potions. And I swear, I would have conquered their damn fortress if I had more firepower.”[/b][/color] She bit out, disgusted in her own weakness in that moment. Disgusted she couldn’t offer up 8th Street on a silver platter, to maybe change his mind.

That’s all she needed, really.

[color=bcbcbc][b]“If you need to verify my words, Aislin and Layla were with me. I [i]recused[/i] them from the worst of the brawl. How many more proofs do you need to see I’m on your side? Actually, fuck, don’t answer that. I know you hate it.”[/b][/color]

Luna, hands still raised plantiffly, turned to Auri. She had everything to lose in that moment, but maybe… maybe Auri would grant her welcome. Maybe she would be welcomed home, as she dreamed of in her lonesome late in the night.

Her eyes were searching, a pleading tone in her voice. [color=bcbcbc][b]“Auri... please. Don’t send me away.”[/b][/color]