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[code]The House on the Hill[/code][/right][hr]
Before going inside, Linqian blasted herself with a quick self fix spell to remove the obvious dark bags under her eyes. Another on the way in, grinning thanks at Britney, made her skin look just a little less pallid. Overall, she no longer looked like someone functioning on only a couple of hours sleep.

[color=CD5C5C]”Yup, sorry we're late! Important shit, y'know.”[/color]

Linqian had dressed more 'conservatively' than normal with an off the shoulder, red fuzzy jumper tucked into wide legged black jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a bun at the top of her head, a few stray coils falling out of it and across her face. But as she took off her coat, her bare shoulders and neck were more than enough to show off the myriad of marks she'd gotten last night. Circular purple and blue bruising, and multiple, very obvious bite marks. She looked like she'd been mauled by a werewolf.

Which was a pretty accurate assessment.

She looked around... Almost everyone seemed to be here. Her gaze was naturally drawn towards Leon - he was so fucking big, for a start. But he was talking to Layla, and she didn't particularly want to draw her attention, so she didn't bother with a greeting. They'd seen each other that morning anyway... But then there was fucking Anya and Sloane. Feeling nice, Linqian ignored them. But after that was even worse.

Evelynn. The fucking bitch. Linqian couldn't believe she was still fucking showing up. How had she not died in a ditch somewhere? Fuck. She didn't want to deal with her today either, so she completely glanced over her as if she didn't even exist.

To Linqian she fucking didn't.

Linqian's gaze then moved to the back, noticing the drinks both Luna and Greyson had in hand. Her eyes narrowed as they passed Luna - not a particular fan of her, but Greyson was acting all buddy buddy with her, so what could she fucking do? 

[color=CD5C5C]"Shit, the bar's still stocked?"[/color]

She patted both Aryin and Britney on the shoulder before making her way towards the bar. 

[color=CD5C5C]”Sully, you look fucking ridiculous, what's with the water fight cowboy look? Gonna shoot some lava at Emily or shit?”[/color] Linqian laughed as she went behind the bar, passing by her friend who looked insanely fucking stupid with all the water guns strapped to him.

Obviously it wasn't fully stocked - just the shit that kept, bunch of spirits and the like. But she quickly found what she wanted and poured herself a shot of a coffee liqueur, knocking it back with a grimace. The buzz of the coffee would help keep her awake enough to offset the alcohol... And fuck did she need the caffeine. 

She popped back up as Jack started talking and as soon as he didn't explain what the plan was and went into other things she stopped paying attention. Smart people shit. Not for her. That was for people like Jinhai, he'd-

Well, he wouldn't. But someone else would do the thinking. 

She moved around to Greyson's other side, hand coming up to loosely rest over his shoulder. She used the leverage to push herself up, getting close enough to his ear to be able to talk quietly into it.

[color=CD5C5C]”Don't dock my pay for being late, alright? Or shit, charge me when I gotta catch up cause I'm not understanding shit that Jack's saying... I was working hard in other ways.”[/color] Improving her magic benefitted them all, after all. Easier to fight off 8th when they came from Britney again. She lowered herself back down, but left hand still draped over his shoulder. She held up her other hand with a grin. [color=CD5C5C]”See?”[/color]

One finger turned into a vine, with sharp spikes all along it. She curled it inwards, still grinning. As she did her sleeve slipped down, revealing a forearm covered in grazes, from all the explosive punches she'd diffused across her skin over and over again. Even more obvious were the harsh red lines around her wrists - from hot metal pressing into them, maybe? They were incredibly suggestive of her being tied up in some way, at least. Her arm was close enough that Edict would be able to get a really good look at it. There was also at least one bite mark on her [i]arm[/i], matching the shit ton on her shoulders and the visible section of her upper torso.

[color=CD5C5C]”But you should see what we can do together now.”[/color] Her finger went back to normal and she dropped her hand to her side, turning her body to look more towards the group. Jack had finally stopped going on and on. Fucking hell could he talk.

[color=CD5C5C]”You gonna explain what that plan you mentioned is, Jack, or just leave us latecomers in the dark? I won't take any shit if I fuck up a plan I don't even know. Unless it's just beat 8th's asses, I can do that with my eyes closed.”[/color]