[center][sub][h3]Kayla[/h3][/sub][/center]
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[i]“You’re fucking with us, right? She’s joking right? Sell yourself? Is this a bit? This is a bit... Kimberly said the Coven would help me, and Agatha agreed to meet."”[/i]

Kayla turned her infernal gaze to the first to speak. Not the one she had predicted would speak first, but not particularly surprising either. Vashti was her name, jumpy and a bit manic even. She reminded Kayla of other members of the group albeit in a less detrimental way. She revealed her affliction, scales of natural armor under her clothing that linked together like the plates on a garfish. So she had something going for her, at least. She spoke too much, but she looked like she knew it. It was excusable, though. Everything she needed covered she had touched upon.

[i]"I'm Ashley, I can make these weird claws that cut shit. I want to know more about the super natural, especially ghosts and apparitions."[/i]

Ashley was a pleasant surprise, revealing that she was more patient than she was timid, which was always a welcome addition. In a group like their own, one had to be powerful or outspoken to be heard as unfortunate as that was. Kayla was far more impressed with the woman's ability to be to-the-point and concise than she was with her alleged  reaper claws. The ability to choose one's words and think things through was infinitely more powerful than slapping one's cock on the table with their ability in the hopes of scaring the others into listening. Certain individuals would simply join in to incite conflict like Maya, and others like Emily would take it as personal challenge that could only end one of two ways.

The last girl was a joke. A fucking caricature of a human being. Kayla was disappointed, she had shown so much promise with her spunk and vigor. Sugar this and that. All dog shit flamboyance and a bloated sense of self importance. She'd fit right in. Kayla had stopped listening after her first few words, not even taking the time to remember her name... But thankfully her passenger hadn't totally tuned out. She had focused entirely on superfluous information, meaningless stuff. Neglecting to mention anything at all about [i]what[/i] she was capable of. Something about The Glutton, something about how she was two people. [i]Like me.[/i] Kayla mused to herself, a tight frown forming on her features. The fire in her eyes died away and she leaned back against her seat, thoroughly disappointed in the last one's inability to follow directions.

"I'm not Agatha." Kayla said easily, her attention shifting from the group to a cinder that materialized in her hand and danced between her fingers like a slow, minute shooting star. "And I have no idea who this Kimberly person is. Nor do I care."

The cinder died in her hand, snuffed out like a cigarette. "Unlike her, I... [i]we[/i] can help you. Or we will at least try to. [i]We[/i] look after our own." She said, her eyes easing up to the three. Herik leaned over and whispered his approval into her ear, and she was inclined to agree with the first two. Carrot top would need further vetting, because as much as she enjoyed Maya pissing Emily off she didn't need another village idiot. "I also wont lie to you." Kayla stated, her voice taking on an edge that was almost unbecoming of her. "My group of girls has placed themselves in hot water with a [i]supposed[/i] governmental agency. Some are brash, mean, dangerous, and in some cases straight up stupid. I'm doing damage control. I need to know if I'm taking on people that will be a problem or not."

She turned her attention to Taylor, but spoke to the group. "I need to know what you can do. Because the supernatural attracts the supernatural." Supernatural things that stood two stories tall, smoke and mirrors and red eyes that shined through the forest fire as if seeing through her soul and deciding if it was her time. The Hound of death. "And I wont always be there. I need to know if you can handle yourself, it is [i]concern[/i], I promise. There are things in this world that do not care if we think or feel."

Kayla's phone vibrated in her pocket, and she slipped it out just enough to read the message from Claudette. She sighed, slipping it entirely out to respond.

[quote=Kayla]"Keep an eye on Madison, please. She has a tendency to fly off the handle. I'll be there soon. This could be a side hustle that may just work in our favor."[/quote]

She almost slipped her phone back into her pocket, but decided against it at the last moment.

[quote=Kayla]"Oh, and Claudette? Thanks."[/quote]

A simple show of gratitude for being her eyes and ears where Kayla could not be. She looked up to the three once again and sighed. "If you understand the risks, you two-" she said, gesturing to Vashti and Ashley, "-Are in. Ashley, I will speak with you in [i]particular[/i] later. And you-" she continued, looking to Taylor. "I'll ask again. [i]What[/i] can you do? I don't know how your other half managed to cheat death, but from my experience he isn't too keen on that happening." Images of The Hound flashed through Kayla's mind again. "And I take you in, you're my responsibility. If something goes wrong, I don't need anymore blood on my conscious."