[center][sub][h3]Kayla[/h3][/sub][/center]
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The snapchat group was blowing up for lack of better wording, and while Kayla would have liked to be there to prevent the girls from being their own worst enemies, she was also pretty keen on letting the women make their own mistakes to a certain degree. Yes, it would be a bit more complicated, but she couldn't exactly be in two places at once AND she had actual leadership duties to deal with. It wasn't her fault that this was planned beforehand by Agatha, who had walked. It also wasn't her fault that the text had come the day of... So she'd get to it when she got to it.

Kayla was however interested in what was going on, so she elected to send Claudette a text. She didn't particularly care for the permanence of a text, so she found herself messaging Claudette directly over snapchat instead of in the main group.

[quote=Kayla][i]I'd like a summary of whatever's going on, on your end as soon as reasonable. Interviewing the new members at the moment.[/i][/quote]

It was quick, concise, and to the point. As Kayla was, herself. Claudette was the only one in the collective at the amusement park that she trusted, having very quickly taken up the position as her left hand in directing the chaos that was The Coven. The woman was smart, and it would be apparent to her that Kayla valued her input. It was an extension of trust- She was leading a group now, and Kayla for all her pride and ego was well aware that she couldn't do something like that alone. Not with this many women wielding paranormal abilities and unruly temperaments to match.

She would be meeting Lyss and Henrik at the Dairy Queen to interview the new supposed members of The Coven. Lyss had quickly taken up a position as her right hand woman, having shown competence and leadership qualities when under direct pressure from a supposed governmental agency when others had not. She, like Claudette, had a good head on her shoulders and seemed to at least have a solid handle on themselves. Preferring to observe than to buy into the group's rather... [i]colorful[/i] personality. Kayla liked that. In her world, the ones who talked to much were the ones that shit themselves and hid in a corner when things went poorly. It was the quiet, almost reserved ones that you had to worry about. Kayla preferred to have them on her side.

Lyss was handling the preinterview and she'd have to speak with her about her meeting with the 'FBI' once this was dealt with. They didn't know of Kayla's existence at the moment and for the time being she was just fine with keeping it that way. Henrik was there as an insurance policy. His large size and intimidating presence disarmed people. He made them easier to crack, even if he didn't necessarily have to do anything aside from simply [i]be[/i] there. Kayla was tired of people that would up and run as soon as things got scary, and in a world like theirs a large man was potentially the least of their worries. She knew that better than most, having stared death incarnate down less than a week prior.

She held the door open for Oleander, who trotted into the Dairy Queen with little regard for the 'No Pets Allowed' sign that was always up and never respected. Kayla brought business, and kicking her dog out meant that they'd bring down her wrath on them. They had learned that the hard way. Oleander seemed to have a directive of his own, immediately zeroing in on the group and heading to their table. Kayla wore beaten blue jeans, her typical combat boots, a thin grey hoodie, and a black leather jacket that obscured the appendix carried Kobra revolver. She was certainly overdressed for Florida... but the heat had stopped being an issue a long, long time ago. She dressed however she wanted, rain, shine, heat wave, sleet or snow be damned. Her makeup was all smoke and cinders and she cast each of them glances with hooded eyelids that felt like she was burning right through them.

[i]"Agatha left us about a week ago, so you'll be meeting the new leader when she arrives."

"-longing for some companionship in this cold, cold, world... I decided to check you all out... That's not a problem, right, sugar?"[/i]

Henrik scooted over without a word, allowing Kayla to slide into a seat at the end of their table that allowed her to watch the entrance of the building, as she always did these days. Each of them had that glow to them that only the supernatural had. Which was a good thing, because she wanted members who could pull their weight. The one on the right was like a slightly smaller version of herself. Down to the build, and facial structure. The only difference being she was a big more aggressive with the makeup and a lot more aggressive with her hair. It attracted attention, and made her easy to remember. Not inherently bad things, but worth taking note of. The middle seemed nervous, middle eastern in descent. She shifted around in her seat as if she was just [i]dying[/i] to say something. The last was the tallest of the bunch, clad in leather jacket and absolutely [i]glowing[/i], as if her skin was pale enough to create light. She wasn't like the others here, instead shining more like Babylon or The Hound than than like a normal person. She seemed at least quiet and at most patient. Kayla supposed that only time would tell which it was. Kayla's eyes flashed to Lyss, and for just a moment the thin line of her pokerface shifted up at one corner into a small smirk. She dropped a hand to massage Oleander's neck.

"We've elected to switch to more... capable management." Kayla said, having decided to finally speak now that the tension had built up enough. "And if it were a problem, you wouldn't be here."

Kayla liked this one's spunk. A spitfire attitude and narrowed eyes that challenged. Lyss didn't seem particularly phased, and Kayla certainly wasn't either. She looked the smaller girl over easily and leaned forwards, resting her elbows on the table. The orange haired one would almost certainly pipe up first having spoken so much already so Kayla gave her the most attention, choosing to move on to the more passive one in a moment. Her eyes flashed, her pupils taking on that ever dangerous molten-metal hue as Kayla allowed her small grin to melt into small but evil grin, challenging the other girl and testing her grit. “I don't particularly care how you found us. Sell yourself to me. Who are you, what can you do, and why do you want in? Thirty words or less, please.”