[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][img]http://i.imgur.com/qYQfQN4.gif[/img][/center]

Allison stepped away from Kusari as fast as she could, barely acknowledging the girl's words. Allison's stigma was a heavy, burning weight on her body and mind,seemingly exasperated by the situation. It wasn't at it's worst, certainly, and it wasn't unbearable, but the suddenness with which it crept into her mind at full force had startled the brunette into punching a wall.

She paced the floor of the diner, broken glass and debris crunching underfoot. Allison didn't try to think about any one particular thing, just anything but her stigma. She focused on the number of shards of glass still hanging in the frames of broken windows, the toppled chairs, the APC as it moved along its path, Lily slumped in her seat, the fire of lasers and the struggle of a Dragon in the distance, anything. 

Allison didn't count the number of times she had passed Lilianna, though, upon considering that as a good pointless thing to focus on momentarily, began counting. It was 15 times rounding the entire interior of the restaurant, passing the girl in the booth seat at each count, before Allison sat into the same chair as before, fingers digging into the sides of the thing, arms much too tense. 

Allison was sure she seemed ridiculous. That ridiculousness became more obvious as the silence in the diner grew, allowing the sounds of the surrounding struggle to seep in, the clanking of machines seeming too close for comfort. Allison needed to focus on that, listening to those monstrosities. If one of them really was too close, it would be best to know immediately, instead of waiting for the girl who's too absorbed in her own sick fantasies, and trying to ignore them, to realize what's going on.

Allison's eyes searched the surrounding area, her thoughts ablaze with terrible things, her hands itching to summon the shard.