[hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/d27ab5e7-ae00-4588-bcef-305ed7c8427f.png[/img][/center] [sub][@Surtr Inc] [@Mike73] [@Atrophy] [@Majoras End][/sub] [code]Outside Sucre Cafe[/code] [hr] Paige hadn't even made it to the car when the new one showed up. She'd been limping as fast as she could, knowing full well that her slowness would probably get both herself and the others killed, muttering a litany of swear words as she went. She'd been practically falling into the seat when the others got out, not really caring at this point who they were or what they were doing here. Those questions could have been asked later, when she was safe, and besides, they seemed to have some idea of what was going, like Kimberly and Jordan and the blonde girl, and apparently everyone except Paige. They could handle it without her. Except that apparently, they didn't need to. The monster, Reese, was flying through the air in some ridiculous kind of leap, and on its way out. So it seemed that they were no longer in danger. Paige sighed and leant back for a moment, glad that she was safe, then opened the door of the car and climbed out, as close to storming out as she could get with her gait. Paige was angry. She had nothing to do with this, yet her life had still been put in danger even though she was essentially helpless, while these voodoo magicians or whatever they were had been off doing whatever it is they enjoyed while they weren't hunting half-human serial killers. This was their business, but she had been made a victim all the same. The only who seemed to be in even a remotely similar situation was Jasmine. Maybe Paige was being a little unfair, but this was her reaction to fearing for her life. Last time she'd been around while someone else's fight was going on, she'd been shot, and this time had been too similar to that for her. "Will somebody please explain what the fuck just happened?" she said to nobody in particular. "What was that?" Paige asked while pointing to the last place Reese had been visible, "What was that?", pointing to the cigarette that the Voodoo Blonde repulsed, "And what is this?". Paige turned around partially and tugged down the back of her shirt so that about a quarter of her Sigil was visible underneath. On the plus side, at least now she might get some answers.