[color=603F6E][center][h1][b]Agatha Loom[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Agatha's period of unconsciousness didn't last too long. By the time she regained consciousness, the Casino was a mess, but there were still some people left, but for all she could see through the now-broken window, the FBI left. She did a quick headcount, seeing that though some were left behind, not [i]everyone[/i] was. Come to think of it, just before passing out she vaguely remembered hearing them ask who their leader was. Maybe they completely overlooked Agatha and took on either volunteer members, or started making their own judgements...

Once Agatha was stable and back on her feet, she made her way back over to the roundtable, which the rest of the members came to for discussing what the hell just happened. Agatha tried opening her own mouth, but--

"Don't you even open your fucking mouth," Emily started, thrusting a finger at her, "I refuse to even listen to you open your mouth! Where the hell was you when all of this was going on?! Curled up in a fucking ball or something?! We were getting destroyed and if you couldn't handle it, then you can't handle being a leader!"

Agatha was overwhelmed, with both fear and confusion, trying to give a satisfactory response. Thankfully Maya came to her defense and brought Agatha back up to speed in the process.

"Hey Emily, how's your ass? And that’s a nice pair of handcuffs you got there. Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop pretending you didn’t try to run away as soon as shit hit the fan? As if you’re not a self serving bitch who’d rather run than help the rest of us?" 

Then after shutting down Emily's bullshit, she turned towards Agatha, “Not that she’s entirely wrong. What were you doing during this entire thing? What’s the point in having a leader who’s just going to freak out as soon as it gets dangerous? I’m not saying we’re going to look for it, but if we’re on the feds radar… that means we’re on other people’s too.”

Agatha just remained silent and standing there, her gaze tracing to the ground as the rest of the Coven devolved into bickering and discussion. Just like always. Even when they got raided by the fucking [i]police[/i], all anyone could do was stand around and bitch. They weren't a Coven, they were just a toxic fucking clique. And Agatha was finally sick of it. How in the fuck was she even supposed to react to the literal fucking FBI smashing their door down? She was just some woman with an eye for the supernatural, not a professional crime lord!

“That’s why I think it’s about time we pick a new leader. My vote’s for...,” Maya continued.

Agatha's head snapped in her direction.

[color=AE45FF]"Fine. You do that. [i]All of you[/i] just fucking do that. Because I am done with this shitshow. When I joined this group I thought we'd just be exploring the Extra-Normal and understanding magic better. Not getting on the FBI's nerves, or becoming some gang to shake down someone's fucking vampire problem!"[/color]

Agatha pulled her half-removed denim coat back on, then started walking out the front door. She didn't even pay a word to Madison and the bunch, who finally returned from the actual sort of thing the Coven was made for.

[color=AE45FF]"I am not cut out for this bullshit. I'm going home. If you all still want to play around and fight over who gets to be leader of this little clubhouse while the law is onto us, then you do just that. I don't care anymore."[/color]

Shen then walked right out the door, completely ignoring whatever was behind her.