Goodnight's song breaks off and her eyes widen, then narrow. How dare that
stupid fragging tusker piece of drek?! How
dare he?! After what she confided about her sister, he would speak to her about loved ones so? And all because she answered his fragging
question Goodnight's hand drops back to her monowhip, words of killing power rising to her lips as her free hand curls into a clawlike shape and she starts to turn back toward Isaint, fully intent on making him eat his words, his condescension, and half the cobblestones in the catacombs. She rounds on the team, her fuschia eyes gleaming and her mind bent on murder most foul...
Only to come face to face with Natasha.
The girl looks
terrified, but she stands her ground in the face of Goodnight's anger and her wide young eyes meet Goodnight's bright jeweled orbs.
"Please..." she whispers, unable to make her voice louder than that timid, breathy sound.
"Please don't make us see this." She looks sidelong and Goodnight follows her gaze to see her younger brother, clinging to his mother with all pretense at teenage bravado gone. Behind her, she can feel Hecate and Fortune watching her, Hecate probably ready to interfere. It wouldn't save Isaint if she were hell-bent on killing him, she thinks, but she's not ready to die over an asshole with a bug up his hoop and a superiority complex.
Slowly, she gets herself under control*, and the ugly** expression on her face relaxes into a mocking smile that she shoots over Natasha's shoulder.
"Of course, darling." Goodnight coos.
"Anything for you." Natasha manages a nervous smile, and Goodnight holds her arms out, embracing the other girl briefly and whispering a totally believable,
"I'm sorry for scaring you. It won't happen again."*** She turns away after releasing the girl and returns to her walking, picking up her song where she left off, even as she sends Isaint another message.
<<Get. A. Fragging. Attitude. Adjustment. If you don't want an answer, then don't phrase it as a goddamn question. I don't know you from a hole in the ground, so don't expect me to read the verbal cues off your big mug. You asked. I answered. Your little barb about not being about me was unnecessary, unprofessional, inane, and condescending, and I'm just about fed up with that drek.
And after I tell you about my sister, you have the nerve to talk to me about soulless loved ones. Nice. Real classy. You know for a guy who wants to defend the innocent and protect the helpless and have his warrior's code, you're really good at punching below the belt. I suppose I shouldn't expect better, but given that I've done nothing to you that warrants a personal attack of such magnitude, I'm still a little surprised.
Thank Natasha when you get time.>>[spoiler=Rolls]*Composure roll not to open up on Isaint in earnest: CHA 13+WIL 5 =
18d6t5: 4
**Intimidation (A general roll to see how terrifying she is. Its just a benchmark, no need to resist): CHA 13+Intim 1+Nasty Vibe =
16d6t5: 5
***Con roll (generalized fast talk/seduction,sweet nothings to get Natasha to be calm and not scared of goodnight): CHA 13+Con 5+ Glamours 1+Mentor Spirit =
21d6t5: 9[/spoiler]