[b]Mokou[/b]

The blonde guy in the coat would be utterly disappointed at how his flirting slid off of Mokou, with the girl giving him a somewhat confused look and then paying attention to the room once more. Well, this was a fancy place, and she'd never seen any decoration quite like this before... or most of the drinks, including one that appeared to have been abandoned without being touched. Having scooped up the amber liquid, the long-haired girl was considering drinking it--it smelled strongly of apples, as well as alcohol--when the shadowy guy started talking.

A normal reaction, like basically everybody else was doing, was to ask questions rather than picking a fight with someone powerful enough to drag them all here regardless of their opinion on the matter. Mokou's reaction was definitely not normal by such a standard: shooting a large fireball straight at their dark corner. [i]Nobody[/i] messed her around like that and got away with it.

Plus anyone who could drag them all here could deal with a little fireball. It was just a way to vent frustration and express her feelings on the matter--and something of an ingrained response after centuries spent in an endless cycle of revenge with the only other immortal Mokou had ever had to deal with.