Sue was nervous. Anyone in her immediate vicinity could tell that. Sue's cheeks were noticeably red, her breath was short, and her eyelids were wide open. Anxiety is an interesting sensation because so many different things can trigger it. She could be scared of Mariette and her goons. They ambushed her not a week ago. She alerted Amber to blades, bullets, and tentacles before being whipped unconscious. Aside from an untransformed Lily that seemed to have some kind of enchantment on her, there was little standing between Mariette and the familiar. Being afraid of that was understandable. But that isn't the only thing that could trigger anxiety in this situation. Sue was in very close proximity to Deni. Deni was also chose to wear clothes that complemented her form excellently. She was very well endowed, and her shirt didn't do much to hide that. But it wasn't just her shape, she also had an air of confidence about her and seemed interested in Sue. When Deni leaned in, All Sue could do was remain put, gazing into those ruby eyes of hers. There was little Sue could do to escape with Lily embracing the familiar Something like that could also cause one to feel a little anxious. Maybe Sue was effected equally by both types of anxiety. But all Sue knew was her adrenaline was pumping. Her fight or flight reflexes were kicking in. Sue would have to act, and with Lily holding on to her, flying away wasn't an option. “Really?” Sue's eyes closed half way. “I... had no idea... I didn't think I even had a shot.” After Sue spoke, her entire body froze. She remained like that as her body started to turn a shade of white. Even the ever present red glow in her cheeks was starting to go away. “Wait, was that a joke?” The question was rhetorical, and Sue didn't expect an answer. She didn't want an answer. “Haha, funny! Um, anyway!” Sue chuckled nervously and turned to face the Djinn twins. “Any chance you guys are willing to grant a wish? At this rate, I won't last long enough to eat dinner, let alone pay for it.” [@Ariamis][@PlatinumSkink][@Shifter_Master][@t2wave] [hr] Elroy and Regina were still in there civilian guises. Though Elroy was holding a bag filled with styrofoam boxes. “I can't believe it...” He was grinning, but that didn't always mean Elroy was happy. “We could have eaten nearly anywhere, and instead you want to eat Chinese take out in some dump?” Regina didn't look amused. “You wanted to treat me to dinner right? There's nothing quite as cozy as a lonely dinner in some secluded 'dump,' as you call it.” Elroy rolled his eyes. “A shop IS a dump though. Especially THAT one.” “Well.” Regina said with a chuckle. “That's as close as you're getting me to the Pit Stop.” Before they teamed up with the beacon killers, the Bates wandered around Penrose, sleeping in vacation homes or abandoned housing. Though their last “lair” was an old community garage where the more tech savvy members of the community formed a club and funded a shop where they could work on their cars. In its heyday, they built and maintained all kinds of sport cars, vintage and newer. But all good things come to an end eventually. It wasn't in the best part of the neighborhood, and one day a lot of the tools just went missing. The club members slowly got discouraged and left one by one until there was no way to maintain it. The property has been foreclosed on, which just opened it up to even more riffraff. But it was a nice temporary dwelling for a pair of monsters. “Meh.” Elroy shrugged. “Food is food. I guess it'll be good for a nostalgia trip.” [hr] [hider=Haunting Tune][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77hjz842Tfs&ytbChannel=RexTC[/youtube][/hider] Penny and Alicia could feel a familiar presence. The same aura that made itself known at the hospital had returned. A haunting tune played in their heads, and fading into existence was a red mist that danced like the aurora borealis. It was getting dark out, so the mist was relatively easy to see. Several minutes ticked by without any activity before a relatively normal pair of teenagers showed up in front of the garage. A girl and a boy. They could have been brother and sister. “This is why you're the boss.” Elroy said while pointing into the sky. “Those egg roles would have been ice cold by now. You were wise to let me eat them.” Regina stopped in front of the garage property. “Elroy.” “Yeeees?” “There's someone here.” “Hmm?” Elroy looked around the property. There were a few bushes, an old tree off to the side of the building, and an old chain link fence that ran around the back half of the garage. “I don't see anyone. Are you sure?” Regina leaned against Elroy and whispered into his ear. “I can sense their minds. There's at least two of them. One in the front, and one in the back.” Elroy's head perked up. “Oh... so we've got a few squatters?” His grin widened before he looked back at the property. “Alright guys!” He shouted. “You'd better bugger off now, I'm hungry and I don't feel like eating it in front of a bunch of vagrants. It makes me depressed.” He waited a moment before cracking his knuckles. “As much as I'd enjoy it, you don't want me to chase you out of here...” Regina stood just behind Elroy, giving a concerned glance towards the “squatter” in front of the building. [@Flamelord][@Shifter_Master] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OuA3B6J.png[/img] [hider=Tonya “Mac” Murphy] [b]Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration | Moirai Wings, Soul Jar, Martial Training, Familiar, Environmental Sealing, Gifted, Awareness, Mystic Artifact Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer[/b] STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03 STR: 12 | AGI: 08 | VIT: 10 | MAG: 16 | LCK: 05 Earnings this post: Zilch Total: 0 Gold, 14 Silver, 16 Bronze [/hider][/center] Oh yea, this arrogant group of monster teens were going to need all the help they could get to survive. Tonya wasn't slinging spells yet, just watching her spool of thread to strategize for the upcoming battle. Oh, hell, she didn't need that. She slipped the string into one of her pockets and looked out. It wasn't often she got to live in the present.