[indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hQyGCk7.png[/img] & [img]https://i.imgur.com/oe0WSFO.png[/img] & [img]https://i.imgur.com/SizLDki.png[/img]
[hider=Mood Music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTq9NAKI3lo[/youtube][/hider][/center][right][h1][color=f49ac2]Edict[/color] & [color=C67C12]Leon[/color] & [color=7B81B3]Kenshiro[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr]Mentions: Jinhai Han, Luis Cox, Luna Inoue, Britney Williams, Jack Hawthorne, Ruby White | Direct Interaction: [color=CD5C5C]Linqian Han/[@FernStone],[/color] Clancy Patrick/[@Zombiedude101], [color=7ABBFF]Layla Hyacinthus[/color] & [color=916BB4]Alizée Vul/[@Estylwen][/color] | Location: The House on the Hill [/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent]Edict's blood pressure shot through the roof as things escalated once again, but watching as the group made a collective effort to put the new ghost back in the box put him somewhat at ease. At least enough that he could focus on the quickly spiraling Linqian, whom he felt somewhat responsible for. 
[quote=Linqian][color=CD5C5C]”Do what you all fucking want. I’m here for the person I [b]love[/b] - not to fucking keep existing, not to stay alive. I'm fucking done.”[/color][/quote]
As she started to move toward the door, Edict slipped his hand underneath her arm and tucked a little tighter, spinning on his heels and redirecting her toward the back of the bar where things were a little quieter.
[color=f49ac2]"Hey, listen! Listen to me, don't-"[/color] he looked back, frowning at the situation at hand, but throwing a knowing glance toward Britney. [color=f49ac2]"-don't look at that shit. Look at me, look at my eyes, look at me for five seconds, take two deep breaths, and then tell me if you want me to help you. Please."[/color]

[color=CD5C5C]”Fuck.”[/color] Linqian tilted her head up, rage filled eyes meeting Edict's - but there was despair in there two, and practically unnoticeable tears that evaporated as soon as they hit her hot skin. She took a deep breath. It was only going to hit her harder later - but then no one would be around to see. Another deep breath. She couldn't get out of this herself, not without... Without a lot of pain. Jaw clenching, hands in such tight fists at her side that her nails dug into her palms, she nodded. Her temperature began to lower and she switched to Chinese, barely a whisper. [color=a22929][i]”I nee- want help.”[/i][/color]

Without skipping a beat, without any sort of perceivable timing, Edict was once more hidden behind dark red glasses, a dozen of the ethereal lotus roots falling from his mouth as he spoke the spell into existence. They crawled up and into her mind, hunting for and directly countering stressors where they were found. Calm here, disregard there; her grief and listlessness both seemed to tangle her up at the core. This Alizée situation was more of an exemplary trigger than an actual problem, which made it easier for him to force her brain into disregarding it altogether. 
But boy did she miss her brother. He almost found it strange, but then he wasn't womb-mates with someone that he knew of. He could, passing along through the gallery of Linqian's mind for the brief time it took to get a solution in place, see that influence colored and painted on every wall, ceiling and floor. It was like losing her other half... She simply found no sense in doing any of this if there was no chance in her seeing Jinhai because of it.

So, ultimately, he gave her what she wanted. Pulling from a great deal of her most recent memories, he put together an approximation of comfort. Not a psycho-phisical manifestation, but an auditory hallucination. One that let her hear situational affirmation from a voice she desperately wanted to be real. Jinhai's voice, with great clarity and consistent syntax, tried to soothe Linqian as best as Edict could design it to without his direct focus. As he felt her untense in his arms, it was enough confirmation that he pulled himself out to look down at her before looking back at what was going on. 
Things, at this point, seemed to be chilling out at least.[hr]

[color=a36209][i]I'm not surprised.[/i][/color]
[color=C67C12][i]She was always a ball of emotion.[/i][/color]
[color=a36209][i]Does seeing her like this make you feel differently?[/i][/color]
[color=C67C12][i]We said; she's not Alizée. I feel like it could be useful.[/i][/color]
[color=a36209][i]We should attach them.[/i][/color]

Leon's harmoniously merged form stood like a vanguard between the group and Vul, back still hunched and arms curled upward. His usually raven hair was still pale white and half-luminescent with Lelou's energy escaping from it like a radiator, and it caused his lockes to bend and curl in the middle, as if something was above him, playing with the hair. In the steam it created, if one looked closely, they'd be able to see a gap which seemed to look about the room with its own intelligence. As the conversation wound around him, his internal consultation drew to a conclusion, and finally his arms began to unfold. His back straightened, and it was clear that in this state, Leon had managed to gain another foot between his legs and torso; all this without actually taking on the traits of a Wolf. The Harmonious Union, only available to him if both minds agreed.

It was hard to not see some vague resemblance, at least when he was like this, to the subject at hand. Deep, piercing blue eyes. Pale white hair. Tall, beautiful... His feet began to take him closer to Alizée Vul, ignoring the likes of Jack and Ruby to almost block out the rest of the group. He had to wonder...
[color=C67C12][i]"You certainly scared us, my sweet Sister... Mother will be thrilled to know you've come home."[/i][/color]
Leon spoke aloud, his voice two-toned as both his own, and that of a woman, escaped his throat at the same time. He spoke in French, curious to see if she'd have such a latent ability as speaking her native tongue. And then, ominously, the steam surrounding his body began to shift, crawling down his left arm. It almost looked as if it were lifting him itself, for his finger to unfurl toward Layla.
[color=C67C12]"Layla?-"[/color] Leon's strange in-between voice growled. [color=C67C12]"-Aren't we being [i]rude?[/i] To not welcome our Sister with open arms? Come here."[/color] 
The finger curled and uncurled, beckoning the young woman. An almost-face stared down Leon's arm, hanging like a cheetah in a treebranch to stare at Layla. 

Kenshiro had, through the entire ordeal, kept his rear position with the bulk of the group. He was hoping, praying for the meeting to return to normal, but what he was watching now only gave him a sinking feeling of danger. He'd seen Leon in all between states of transformation, but those were usually disorderly, disorganized wolf hunts through the forests surrounding St. Portwell. Edict, however, knew this more than he knew Leon's primal disorder. Leon was a dominant fighter in the world of Professional Boxing, surely; Timberwolf was world renowned... But for a string of three or four years, Leon had become a prominent fighter in the underground world of MDM. Magical Death Match... He'd only ever seen Leon like this after an extended fight, and he always thought it was some sort of desperation thing. 
Instantly he shot tendrils toward Leon, trying to use old hooks to get into his brain and figure out what was happening... Whether or not this was dangerous to everyone or just... 

Having been nearby the bar with Linqian, Edict was very quickly able to move to Luna and Layla. He didn't say anything, but his pistol came out of his waistband again, and he placed a gentle hand on Layla's shoulder. 
[color=f49ac2]"U-uh... I wouldn't..."[/color]
Of course, he wasn't going to stop her, but he didn't know if Leon actually knew something more than he did... What was he trying to do? As Edict made his slow move, Kenshiro began to feel the anticipation for another wave to crash. His foot slid back, positioning himself in a position ready to rush. His head turned to Clancy. He didn't speak, but his expression was full of concern as if to ask the boy for advice.