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[right]Interactions: “Bill” & Elara [@NoriWasHere], Varnan [@Blizz], Ryan Jackson [@Tesserach] 
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[color=b23b07]"My [i]mother[/i] would’ve smacked you with a rock."[/color]

Bryn didn’t expect the ash brick to the head to work, but normally it didn’t do [i]this[/i]. She wasn’t squeamish by any means, but this was pretty awful. She’d never seen anything like it. It was only made worse by how it was twisting Bill’s visage, destroying a well loved member of their community… Though Bryn knew it wasn’t him. He was already dead. This thing was just using his body… and his fucking memories. Bryn hadn’t told Bill everything, but it was all too easy to talk to the guy you trusted to ink your skin. 

[color=b23b07][i]Bastard. What does it even know.[/i][/color]

As a fist came for her, Bryn ducked unnecessarily. Its fists were frozen by the outsider just before it would’ve hit her. She grimaced. Get back? Why? Fuck.

It was just her and a presumably temporarily frozen creature inside. In here she was limited. She didn’t want to drag it onto the streets where they could be [i]seen[/i], but if she used her full Abstraction here? She’d burn the place down. And in a town like this, one thing was on fire and the rest followed. Fuck. 

Bryn didn’t jump through the window - instead she backed out of the fucking [i]door[/i]. The ash brick split, ash zooming out and coating her hands as she got out of the building. She ran over to Elara, crouching down with a wince. [color=b23b07]"We gotta fight it out here. I can’t use the fuckin’ fire in there."[/color]

And she didn’t have a large amount of ashes with her… The ones on her hands floated in front of her, beginning to lightly smoulder in preparation. She looked over at Varnan, about to ask how long he could freeze it- but someone else appeared. Another city person. 

[color=b23b07]"I dunno what the fuck MFF is, but do what he fuckin’ says. Leave. Do [i]not[/i] fuckin’ try to talk to it. It ain't friendly."[/color] As Bryn spoke, burning ashes split out in front of her. It was a careful controlled heat that she would push to the limit the moment it stepped out - tiny, heated missiles. 

[color=b23b07]"This is [i]our[/i] fuckin’ business. Unless you wanna die and leave your bones for me t'work with, fuck off."[/color]