Richard Laine
Location: Sub-Basement - Operating Theater
Richard's scaled head rose as he heard a cracking voice whisper into the room. Stretching out on the table, he slowly felt his body shifting back to human form and damn did it hurt. For all his fortitude Richard couldn't help but wince with a hissing intake of breathe. Having a kidney ripped out, took some of the fight out too. Casting an arm over his eyes in an attempt to focus on the blackness, Richard wished he had Ayita's skill with shifting. That seamless taking of forms. Oh, he envied it.
Glancing over at the shaking Dean as the boy stared at his hands, the Adder snorted in faux amusement. "You got pissed Puppy, plus from what I understand something got into your head." Shrugging absently, Richard winced as he pulled some pieces of himself that were not quite done healing. If it had just been Dean loosing his cool, oh hell yes Richard would have held it against the boy. But a funny tickle in the mind? That was another matter. "Though... Marygold I plan to have words with. Mind controlled or no." His mouth thinned to a dangerous line. "Bitch stabbed Ayita verbally where no one deserves it. My sister made a call about Lizzie's death- yes, that's who Wonderland was. She made a call and is paying the price."
Sighing Richard cast his snake eyes over at Dean with a apologetic look. "I am sorry about not telling you about Max, but I had nothing to really tell you besides the basic information. Worse, Ayita killed Lizzie, I was still with the Brotherhood then and didn't know she- Ayita- was who she was." Running his hand through his dark hair, the assassin sighed. "You got a little sister, correct? You'd do anything to protect her even from the judgement of others?" Arching a brow Richard lowered his arm over his head again. "I don't blame you, Dean. I fucked up not telling you, but I did so to protect Ayita. Getting my kidney ripped out seems just in that sense. Beats getting my arm blown off again." And he still wouldn't have told the boy, not at the cost it would put on Ayita. "You have a problem with those facts take it up with me. I could have stopped it." And he should have.
Ayita Dyrkin
Location: Outside(First Floor)
The cat snarled, her fur bristling. These hunters! These judges of her as though they were better! She was just as good! Perhaps she didn't think like they did, but that just made her better! Though as her yellow eyes snapped about looking for some way out of this situation, Ayita felt her heart thunder to a stop as she peered into the gloom of the formal sitting room. Allison! A ally against these wretched hunters! Giving a yowl of delight and a call to battle, Ayita paused as she noticed another figure being hurled away from her friend. Which only meant one thing...
Something in her mind slipped and brushed away the cobwebs of anger and rage. Pulling those emotions away, she reorganized her thoughts in short order. These people were not her enemies. Though the girl, Shelly was it?, was debatable. A snarl that echoed through the night and came from human lips as Ayita shifted back. Her amber eyes gleaming. "Have your mate put his visor away, Mind-Sister. My mind is my own again, and whoever trod within shall pay dearly." Ayita sent in a rolling wave of assurance to Scott and Jean. Though well aware and careful as she did have two lasers pointed at her, Ayita sent a spearing thought to Allison keeping Jean also on the broadcast wave. "Allison, my mind is my own. Who has done this? Who threatens my mate and I?" A fleeting feeling of deep passion and love flickered towards her best friend and her mate though at different levels. Underneath was a rage that burned slow and methodical thought. This was a threat to Ayita's family and those she considered thus, the perpetrator would meet their fate and the end of her weapons.
Turning her gaze to Shelly, Ayita cocked her head with narrow eyes. "I am alone in my mind again. For what I did, I am in part sorry. Though I would advise you do not insult my family again." Turning her gaze to Scott, Ayita kept her movements slow and wary. Mistrust plain in her eyes. "I did not harm you overly much?" For all her fury before, Ayita's voice was soft and there was a strain of fear to her voice. "Then may I move again without being blasted? It makes my hide ache."