[H2][Center]☽[color=99004d]Masha [/color]☾ [/center][/h2]

[center][b]Arc 2 Day 2[/b]
[i]{ ONIH | About 8 pm }[/i][/center]
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“There's a what?” what's asked, her tone implying that she had heard her just fine she just wanted her to tell her she'd heard wrong. But thankfully, Killian wasn't as dumbfounded as she was and sprang into action. She watched him go before she tried looking back for the girl.

Who was gone.

Masha didn't have time to process all of that before the explosion happened. The light reached her first in the silence left by the DJ stopping. Not that she was certain that she'd be able to hear that right then anyways.  She had a split second to think about how learning at least a basic ward would have been a really helpful thing for her to have done before she was in the moment of exploding bombs. But then there wasn't anything hitting her when she had expected it to and a quick glance to Damian told her that the Nightwalker had extended his enough to minimize the impact as much as he could. 

But even his wasn't enough to stop everything and the shock wave knocked her flat down and she was showered with bits of wood, glass, and just everything that had been in the path of the explosion.

And with the shock wave came the sound and she curled in on herself to protect her body more as she waited for things to stop flying about everywhere. 

When things seemed reasonably died down, or at least the bomb portion of it, she sat herself up and shook a deal of drywall dust out of her head and looked around and tried to assess what was the best thing for her to do in this chaos that was her grand reopening.

And that's when it hit her who it had to have been to set that little girl up to this. Cortes. He just wanted to tear her down. And she was even more determined to rip him to pieces now.

With that rage and adrenaline fueling her, she stood up, kicked off the other heel that hadn't been knocked off and got to getting things under control, getting her minions and staff that were able bodied to doing the work they needed to before emergency services arrived.

Starting with Damian who was the closest to her. “Damian,” she called, her own ears ringing just then, as she took steps that were more confident than they should have been through the debris. “Damian can you stand?”

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[b]Rich Axford[/b]

He had been fully removed from what was going on in the club around him just then. The only things he felt were Coriann, her lips, teeth, claws in his flesh. All he hear was her whispering and murmuring to him.

Did he fear her? Yes. Oh very much yes. But did that mean he wanted her to stop? He...he wasn't quite sure on that. Fear and sanity told him that he should have her stop. ‘Wanting to keep his job’ logic also said he should at the very least tell her to wait until his shift was over and he'd even be sure to give her a discount on drinks or whatever. Because he knew that if there was one thing his boss might understand was plying someone to get laid. None of that logic mattered to him right then.

“Don’t stop,” he said just before everything went from blissful pleasure to chaos.