[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/316071861521874946/377989214773706772/coollogo_com-278371558.png[/img][/center] [hr] [b]Time: Evening - Current Day Location: Hoover Dam - Las Vegas[/b] The scrape of a high heel against concrete signaled Odette’s arrival through the portal. Bach looped his arm around her waist supporting her, they limped to the side of the portal still within arm’s reach of it to close it. Mandate ducked through next a clear frown over her smooth features, she radiated lingering rage. Bach went to work immediately scattering some seeds, blooming from the seedlings was a soft chair of leaves. He settled Odette upright, she tried to breathe through her nose, teeth gritting. Struggling to not touch her wound. Bach rifled through her purse for the first aid kit. Fey surrounded them, quietly watching The Ambassador. Shortly within another minute White Witch reached through, looking visibly pale and weakened. Holt supported her in a similar fashion. After another minute the wolf-boy was tossed through the portal next followed by the two other werewolves following behind him. The giant twins came next and the vampire brought up the rear. Mandate closed the door and with it the portal disappeared. Bach’s brow was furrowed, he spoke quietly to her in French. He found the kit, using gloves he unwrapped some sterile tweezers. Odette stared at them, knowing as well as he magic wasn’t going to be able to pull out the blessed silver buried in her shoulder. With her opposite hand she gripped his shoulder, fabric balling in her fist. “[color=thistle][i]Get it out.[/i][/color]” She said hoarsely. He nodded. “[color=darkseagreen]This is going to be painful.[/color]” He ripped the shoulder of her shirt open exposing her shoulder completely. He gripped the tweezers firmly between his forefinger and thumb then began to dig. Odette threw her head back with a rare unconcealed grunt. Her grip tightened on Bach’s shirt. He maneuvered the tweezers around in the wound picking out pieces of the bullet dropping them in a small empty pill bottle. Odette’s legs twisted, Bach used his free arm to keep her still as he worked. Finally after two more pieces were removed he removed the largest of the remaining fragments. Bach put away the tweezers laying a gentle hand against her shoulder, he spoke a spell to test if it was all removed. The minor pain relief began to numb the area with success. Odette took a deep breath in. “[color=darkseagreen]The irony is not lost on you, My Lady.[/color]” He commented. “[color=thistle]No, it certainly is not. I’d wager removing a bullet from the abdomen is far more painful.[/color]” She replied quietly. “[color=thistle]Bandage me for now and I can wait until Vienna can help.[/color]” Bach nodded, “[color=darkseagreen]Yes, My Lady.[/color]” Odette reached for the pill bottle holding it up to see it. She sensed the blessings from the fragments, bloody as they were. “[color=thistle]We’ll keep these to study.[/color]” “[color=darkseagreen]Yes, My Lady.[/color]” Odette glanced around at the group, licking their wounds metaphorically and literally. She addressed them, “[color=thistle]If there are any lingering doubts of our alliance please keep your escape and lives tonight as a reminder of who you are to thank. I would go so far as to say you now all owe me a favour.[/color]” She said pushing off the chair a little slowly, a confident grin. It fell apart into leaves similar to the ones on Bach’s head. She eased a small light jacket from her purse, Bach helped her put it on. “[color=thistle]The Fair Folk we lost tonight will be honoured, my friends remaining will return with me to Paris.[/color]” She gestured to the Fey hiding in the shadows. “[color=thistle]Dover Twins, wolf twins, wolf boy and vampire girl. If any harm is to come to White Witch while we are apart, you all will expressly be blamed then face certain consequences from me.[/color]” Her icy glare went from one to the next getting mixed reactions of fear, defiance and hatred. She approached the White Witch, visibly she struggled against the fatigue. She really had no stamina. Odette found it difficult to see the potential lying within her. Skilled but still lacking. “[color=thistle]The blessed silver will pass with purification, Holt will surely help you.[/color]” She reached into her purse pulling free a white smartphone, with a small witch hat charm. “[color=thistle]Use this phone to contact me, do not call to pester me with questions. Reserve them for your contract holder, Puck.[/color]” She turned walking back to Mandate and Bach. “[color=thistle]Come, we are returning home.[/color]” Odette smoothed her hand over Mandate’s dented chest, “[color=thistle]We will see to your ‘injuries’ as well, my dear.[/color]” She smiled up at the golem, patting her reassuringly. Noting her apparent worry. “[color=thistle]You did well today, my dear friend.[/color]” The Ambassador summoned a new portal with some difficulty, the pain still present in her shoulder but tolerable to concentrate. The Fey flowed through the portal once again, Mandate stood guard as the last to cross. The portal door disappeared in a wink, leaving the small group to relax in the seemingly safe haven of the Hoover Dam. While grappling with what it truly meant to owe The Ambassador of the Fair Folk a favour.