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 [right][b]Interactions:[/b] No one he’s still dying
[code]On The Cold Hard Ground (Rotten Grass)[/code][/right][hr]
Images played across Luca’s tear filled eyes - the word scatter, flames, and someone’s vision that he couldn’t quite place. Wasn’t your life supposed to flash before your eyes before you died? None of that was his life. 

Just when Luca thought it couldn’t get any worse, choking on every breath, the whole place was set alight. Roaring flames echoed in his ears, consuming his barely working senses. He coughed, choking on the thick smoke that followed and mingled with the heavy tear gas. Luca tried to drag himself forward, but his whole body felt like it was being torn apart. His heavy eyes could barely stay open. 

This really was it.

Luca barely registered that someone had picked him up until the frigid outside air hit his lungs, like glass shattered against burnt flesh. It only intensified his pain and he started taking deep, heaving breaths. It did little to alleviate the pain clutching his body.

The grass beneath him felt soft for the moment he was set on it, before turning brown and withering away. He didn’t - couldn’t - struggle when he was handcuffed. The metal dug into his broken wrist and slowly started to corrode, flecks of rust floating down to the decaying grass like a rotten snowfall. He rolled onto his side and retched, trying to throw up the tear gas that clung to his lungs. Only phlegm and blood came out, mixing with the brown grass in front of him.

It was still difficult to breathe, even without the smoke and gas in the air around him. Luca’s chest heaved up and down rapidly, his eyes unfocused as he tried to register what was happening. He was too close to everyone, they’d get hurt by him- 

He couldn’t move. There was nothing he could do. Luca curled into himself, continually dry heaving. Shivers ran through his frail body and his lips were tinged a light blue. 

He just… wanted… to sleep…

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[right][b]Interactions:[/b]  PRA [@Punished GN]
[code]Outside The (Former) Coven Lair[/code][/right][hr]
Scatter?

Anya was aware enough to register Edict’s message, resisting the urge to look over at him. It was difficult to follow when he was imposing his own view over hers. It didn’t quite block her vision, but it was difficult to separate the two. 

Then a violent fireball erupted in the church, cutting off the live view feed of Edict’s sight. Anya jumped up to a crouching position, beelining for the shattered window past Leon’s prone body-

She hadn’t gotten far when the biggest agent grabbed her by the back of her collar, lifting her well off the floor and away from the exit she’d been aiming for.

[color=9966CC]”I can walk myself out, thank you,”[/color] Anya coughed, words rather pointless when there was no way she could get the large federal agent to put her down. She didn’t struggle, because that would just exacerbate the situation, and let him carry her out, cuff her and dump her on the grass. 

She winced, the feeling of decay crawling across her skin, and quickly shuffled away from Luca. He seemed to be… well, dying, perhaps. He certainly wasn’t coping well. The fresh air circulating her lungs brought relief, but the burning sensation across her skin wouldn’t be relieved until it was scrubbed clean. She must look a mess, and she [i]hated[/i] looking anything less than perfect. She could handle the pain more than she could the lack of dignity. 

[color=9966CC]”For what reason did you raid our small gathering?”[/color] Anya asked, gaze flickering between the large agent and the one who’d yelled at them all - likely in charge. She shifted so she sat cross legged, as if this was just a talk rather than an arrest. Of course, she didn’t look the part, with her tear stained face and unkempt hair. After all the effort she’d put in, too. [color=9966CC]”I understand you’re not bound by certain laws, but what did we do to warrant this?”[/color]

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 [right]Interactions: Sloane [@Atrophy], Lyss [@Skai], Lynn & Jasper [@NoriWasHere], Fiona & Adora [@Punished GN]
[code]The Burning Coven Lair[/code][/right][hr]
They set the church on fire. Because of [i]course[/i] they did. Bianca did a quick scan of who was there, and who was missing who’d been there when they entered… Greyson? Of course. Old, criminal, habits died hard it seemed. 

“Out, get out!” She gestured to the ones who were still inside, most of the more injured ones already carried out by her coworkers. Her mask helped protect her against the billowing smoke from the fire,  Sloane under her jacket, Lyss making weird eyes at Maximillian’s ass on the way out, Lynn safely on the ground, Everleigh who she couldn’t care less about surviving, Adora- Fuck, Adora tripped and smashed her head. Jasper was prone too, from the taser he ate. Fuck. 

“Evelynn, Lyss, help Jasper out,” she said, slinging her assault rifle over her shoulder and pointing at them both. She pulled out her pistol with one hand, leaving the other free. “Try anything and I’ll shoot you.”

“Agent Barret, help me get this one out!” She jogged over to Adora, hooking her arms underneath her armpits. She was so tall that even with Fiona taking the other end it was difficult… Thankfully she never skipped arm day at the gym! Between them, they were able to carry her outside. 

Bianca dumped Adora on the grass with the rest, pushing her onto her side so she wouldn’t suffocate. She crouched down and pulled her hands behind her back, slapping some cuffs on them. She then straightened up, dusting off her hands. 

“Oh man,” she said to no one in particular. “That was not how I expected that to go.”

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[right][b]Interactions:[/b] Claudette & Akira [@Punished GN], Edict [@AtomicEmperor], Bianca
[code]Outside The Newly Burnt Coven Lair[/code][/right][hr]
When Edict’s tendrils touched her mind again, Linqian was pissed. She couldn’t even completely block him out - his stupid message and vision playing in her mind like a movie she’d been dragged to kicking and screaming by her parents. She’d fucking love to scatter, or whatever the fuck he was suggesting! But she was struggling to regain control of her body as the involuntary convulsions subsided, tear gas practically blinding her. 

Fucking asshole, she’d-

Holy fuck! He’d set the whole place on fire! She took it back, this was great. Fucking great! At least they’d all go down in flames together. 

With a grunt, Linqian rolled onto her stomach and reached up an arm towards the nearest pew. If she could pull herself up and stumble out of here… Or not. 

[color=CD5C5C]”Get your hands off me,”[/color] Linqian hissed, throat burning as soon as she opened her mouth. She struggled pitifully against the two agents that had picked her up, feeling slowly returning to her limbs - but not quickly enough to prevent her from being lugged outside and dumped on the grass. As the fresh air hit her, her mind cleared enough to sync back up with her muscles. 

Before either agent could cuff her, Linqian’s temperature skyrocketed to burning hot. Her skin glowed bright orange and felt like it was on fire from suddenly pushing her temperature to the limits, but she didn’t care. If either of those agents tried to touch her now they’d get some nasty burns. The grass nearby wilted before starting to gently smoulder. 

[color=CD5C5C]”Stay the fuck away from me,”[/color] she bit out, stumbling to her feet. She held her boiling hot hands out in front of her as if to ward them off. Hopefully a taser would be less effective when she was this hot - and frankly she didn’t care. She was just incredibly pissed off. Her chest heaved up and down, bloodshot eyes glaring at the various feds. [color=CD5C5C]”Just try to put those things on me and see what fucking happens.”[/color] 

Then Bianca opened her mouth again, and Linqian wanted so badly to hit her… except she still had a gun. Instead she turned on her, jumping into another angry tirade. [color=CD5C5C]”How did you expect it to fucking go? That we’d all be absolutely delighted about being tear gassed? You’re fucking worse than that other fed traitor, Kami or something- fuck you.”[/color]

Bianca didn’t even respond, which didn’t do much to cool Linqian’s anger. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two other feds coming back… With Edict between them. Even in her rage she let out a short laugh. She couldn’t help but sneer, saying mockingly,

[color=CD5C5C]”You set the whole place on fire and couldn’t even get away? Great job.”[/color]