[h3][color=gold][center]Jaclyn [i]"OfAll"[/i] Chreyz[/center][/color][/h3][center][img]https://assets.mycast.io/actor_images/actor-ta-kaiya-blaney-267392_small.jpg?1631024853[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=gold][b]Location[/b][/color]: New Orleans - Botanical Gardens
[color=gold][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Power Mimicry - Chlorokinesis[/center]

OfAll appreciated Jean's diplomatic response, not that Pietro's had her feeling on the fence -she didn't feel stupid for bringing up the avenue, though did for doing so to the others instead of directing the thought to Chrysi herself. That was like 101: always speak directly to the person.

As it was, OfAll's thought process hadn't exactly been what the others took it for. A protective being could still be malevolent--that fit the "psycho" label quite well, actually: someone with their own idea of right and wrong. Chrysi could think destroying the world was in service to Mary, for example (and happen to enjoy it). OfAll hadn't been positing Chrysi was a good thing so much as, perhaps she was a different entity than they thought -warped, sure, though not an all out, nuance-free, incarnation of evil -or at least that this situation wasn't exactly what they were taking it for.

And it wasn't. . .It seemed to click for everyone at once.

Stalling. . .

Perry seemed to take the tact of breaking whatever this stall was with action, while OfAll watchfully eyed Edus as he stepped forward in a continued attempt at reasoning. Was it pointless, or not? . .in fact, Chrysi did open up. But it came to feel like a kind of. . .sloughing off of pain, a "too little too late" last ditch effort at sharing the problem, in the course of dealing with it in a more destructive way, as Exodus came onto the scene.

OfAll had just been processing Chrysi's words, thinking back on events; what all she could be referring to, when OfAll's processing had to turn to the bus in Exodus' hands. She'd thought too late she should manifest -or should've back in the first place- Edus's protective powers, and then she could hardly think at all as her head hit the ground, rendering her state of consciousness unstable.

A vague course of action then came to her. Or perhaps the course was clear, just the windshield foggy. . .The answers were in Chrysi's mind. Guin and Annie were there, perhaps not exactly trapped. . .perhaps finding a way. . .Now with Jean. . .

. . .perhaps it was time their -rescue- crowd become a party.

[hider=Held Rolls]Manifesting Telepathy to try and join Jean, Annie and Guin in Mary's mindscape.[/hider]