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Lillian flashed Noble a winning smile for the assistance, before popping over the flipped table with ease.  Things had really gone to hell fast, she noted to herself.

[Color=pink]"Watch the tail,"[/color] she warned Messiah before transforming. Bigger. Larger. She could feel the muscles growing, bones shifting, teeth becoming daggers, before she reached the point where she couldn't stretch anymore. But, no, not inside. She halted the change at twenty feet in height, rising up in challenge. 

This....

She heard the warning from Overlook, turning faster than one might expect for her size, her tail catching Messiah and moving her to safety from the incoming slab. She slowed, giving Messiah a chance to get off, before she turned back to Ceramix. She stepped between Ceramix and Alessa, a low growl escaping her jaw. [I]Mine![/I]

She wanted to charge forward, but she knew she wasn't exactly a match against rocks without going bigger.... But with Outsider, the Golem, and herself there just wasn't enough room to push to her limits.

She could help protect people and make sure Alessa stayed safe, at least.

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Jason remained impassive as he watched the meeting change, a focus turned on to those power granting vials. Had Broker worked through a middleman to them? Or was this a ploy? A decoy? There weren't enough answers, and he couldn't just punch his way to them.

Of course, the power phenomena was passed of as Tinker Tech, but Jason knew that was a blatant lie. Could this 'Broker' be harboring abilities too?

And then that mobster lackey took a vial and -

Jason stood up as he regained his consciousness, his control, reaching out to Whimsy. His eyes were narrowed beneath the helmet and he was tense. But... For now he'd continue watching.

Whip, on the other hand, had gone perfectly still as her eyes drilled into 'Broker'.

Her mouth moved as though she was trying to speak, but not a single sound came forth. Her knuckles were white where they gripped her seat, the glass gotten for her by Healer long forgotten.

She stood up, holding the chair in a death grip before she slammed it against the wall, breaking it and jarring her arms numb.

"Fucking fucked fuckers fucking with me. No no no no no. Bad. Bad bad bad bad bad," she muttered furiously, walking backwards towards the door. "Can't trust. Manipulate, control, stealing what's mine. No. No. Kill the King, free the slaves."

And with that, she slipped outside and [b][i]ran[/i][/b].