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Nervous was becoming the new norm for Vashti. She had managed to give Herik the hard truth, but when Emily asked her the other night about what it was that she could do the girl had only smiled dumbly and said, “Morale support!” Truthfully, Vashti didn’t know either of them that well, but she felt like Herik would be able to gently bring up the issue of the Leviathan to the people who needed to know it. As for Emily, it wasn’t the girl that Vashti was worried about so much as her invasive ghost friend. She’d nearly fallen off of the bike after that first boop. 

Vashti had almost fallen off again as Emily and her almost immediately fled the scene with the rest of the Coven. She’d only been one of the girls for a day, but she was quickly realizing that they had a horrible habit of ruining things: a business meeting, a strip club, a fine date at the Red Lobster. Perhaps something as destructive as the Leviathan wouldn’t be as ostracized as she had first anticipated. Chaos seemed to be the only thing the Coven was regularly capable of creating. The Leviathan would fit right in. 

Vashti wasn’t so certain about herself, or if that fit was something she even wanted. She’d figure that out once she lifted her curse. Assuming if they could lift her curse. Herik had said something about Adepts and finding a blue one for Emily’s sister, but it wasn’t like they couldn’t take a look at Vashti too. However, until they managed to do that she had to keep herself in check. No picking fights in elevators. She had to be zen. She had to be cooler than a cucumber. She had to be the Dilly Bar that fell behind the shelf inside of the DQ walk-in. Easy peasy. All she had to do was avoid situations that could be high-tension.

So maybe she should’ve skipped the meeting.

"Can someone tell me what even happened last night?" asked Taylor.

[color=darkcyan]“The gist I got was that trailer park vampires stole a bunch of strippers for a billionaire’s evil scheme to awaken some magical genie thing. Wait, weren’t you there?” [/color] asked Vashti, perched upon the hood of the number eight bumper car. The wayward bumper car was quickly becoming her seat. Her fingers picked at the peeling paint as Babylon blamed Lyss for what spooky nonsense it was that’d necessitated this meeting in the first place. 

[color=darkcyan]“Hey, don’t blame Lyss for this,”[/color] said Vashti defensively. [color=darkcyan]“We could just as easily point the finger at Emily for setting up the meeting in the first place, but that would be stupid. Nobody in the Coven is to blame for...”[/color] She nearly said [i]for once[/i]. [color=darkcyan] “For whatever it is you’re all freaking out about. The only person to blame for Blake Schmidt’s actions is Blake Schmidt.”[/color] She wagged a finger between herself and Taylor. [color=darkcyan]“But anyway, us newbies would really appreciate being caught up on this whole Outsider thing.”[/color]