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Sloane and Kali were being a little harsh of Auri. Since when was being nice a bad thing? Really, she hadn't done anything wrong. Jack was at least a little nicer (after just appearing, again) - Luca was kind of surprised that Drake was the one defending her, but it made him respect the guy more even more. 

Jack was right about the whole family thing, though. Calling it a family made them a cult, really. Though the constant fighting sure was a lot like a family.

[color=6B8E23]"Still,"[/color] Luca tapped his mostly gloved fingers in the empty plastic tub of his blizzard. [color=6B8E23]"She managed to get everyone back together in the same room. No one else managed that, or even tried. How many more would've died first? Would anyone else ever organise it?"[/color]

His questions were blunt, a bit more so than normal for him. He was trying to ignore the agitation crawling across his skin, a constant paranoia from being in public for too long. He could feel the rot eating away at his mind, urging him to destroy - the chairs, the tables, the people. It was difficult not to snap. His stomach did not agree with the chicken either, like it didn't most food nowadays, and was complaining with intense, stabbing pains. 

It wasn't anything he wasn't used to, but in company? It was more difficult.

[color=6B8E23]"You're right about nobody being able to take charge... Do we even need a leader? We're all adults now."[/color] Even if half the group didn't act it. Luca shrugged, expression easing back into a smile rather than the grimace that his lips had unbiddenly twisted into. [color=6B8E23]"I like the idea of checking on each other... But will that stop people dying? Father wolf got people who-"[/color] he hesitated, glancing at Drake. [color=6B8E23]"Who lived with other coven members. Unless we're going to stay in groups all day everyday... Maybe since we're all here, in town, it'll work! I'm sure it will!"[/color]

He quickly threw away the slight amount of negativity that had crept up. If Kali was suggesting it then he thought it would work. Luca should trust that. He was letting his annoying apparition get the better of him here! He shoved down any qualms he had to the depths of his mind where all his negative thoughts went, locked in a box with a key he'd rotted away. 

[quote=Drake]"... How do we even know that it's Father Wolf in the first place?"[/quote]

Luca tilted his head, pondering what Drake had said. [color=6B8E23]"Oh, how did we figure out that was his name? I haven't seen what he left... I know it was a statue, but was there a call card or something too? Or does everyone else have ways of finding this stuff out that I don't?"[/color] Luca knew about the murders, but not much else outside of that. [color=6B8E23]"We don't know, I guess. But surely Father Wolf could be anyone? It's probably an alias. Like, yknow, all those famous serial killers. He probably isn't any of these other guys going by wolf like names. That'd be too obvious, right. Like he wanted to get caught."[/color]

Luca nodded, as if everything he'd said was somehow right and not just every thought that came into his brain while emulating the few murder mystery movies he'd watched. 
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And Eve didn't heed her words. Of course. 

Bianca barely had time to think, nevermind dodge, the shadow hand that Eve launched towards her. She let go of the knife in her pocket, useless against an abstraction like this, and threw her arms up in front of her chest and face. They took the blow full on, protecting the more vulnerable parts of her body as she was slammed into the shadowy wall behind her. The momentum tore the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping for air. Sharp pain tore through her arms and back. Shit, that was going to bruise badly. She pushed through it, dodging to the side before the shadow hand could pin her against the wall, half falling onto one knee. She gritted her teeth and placed a hand on the floor to stabilise herself. 

Her work phone vibrated in her pocket multiple times, but she couldn't exactly check it. 

"I really don't want a fight," she grunted, taking deep breaths while carefully watching for the next attack. If she expected it it would be easier to avoid or mitigate, she just hadn't expected Eve to attack her when she fucking recognised her. She'd recovered quickly, thanks to training, and ignored the pain throbbing through her arms and back.

If Eve wasn't paranormal she could have handled this easily. Most couldn't go one to one in a physical fight with a trained agent, and Bianca was confident she could take her down in that situation no matter how she did things upstate. But if she couldn't get close, and didn't have her gun, she couldn't do anything but avoid the next shadow fist coming her way. She stayed where she was low on the ground, so it would be easier to roll out of the way. 

She just had to last until another agent turned up. She quickly tried to remember who was working today... Not many people, but she was fairly certain Samson was. If she remembered right, at least someone would be able to get there quickly.

"Look," Bianca didn't even flinch when a gunshot rang through the air. She held her free hand up in front of her, still carefully watching Eve, ready to roll out the way if necessary. "I'm not a threat, they are." It wasn't difficult to hear what the Wolfpack were saying even at this distance, because they were so fucking loud, and she grimaced when they called Alizée out. One wrong move and she was dead. Most abstractions didn't block a bullet... Stormy's, maybe. But that wasn't enough. "Let's stop, yeah?"

She was being very generous for someone who'd just be absolutely battered by Eve's shadow hand, and it wasn't because of the damage. Bianca knew that she could last until the other agents arrived - it would just fucking hurt. But Eve needed to help the coven, and she needed to tell Agent Phillips that the wolfpack was here too ASAP.

Her voice lowered. "You all need to get out of here before they actually hurt you."