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Vashti didn’t know if she was more surprised to see Herik or to see him bring the pizza from their interrupted dinner. Part of her was worried that the whole “Hey I’m the embodiment of chaos made physical” thing would end up being a dealbreaker. It still might be. It didn’t seem like he’d informed the others yet, and judging by how he quietly insisted to her that they talk about last night she was beginning to worry more than she already had been. However, nerves did nothing to cage her hunger as she reached into the box and grabbed a slice of lobster pizza. The look of disappointment on her face was heartbreaking. 

[color=darkcyan]“Okay, sure. After this,”[/color] said Vashti, masking her lips by flicking open the lid of the pizza box. Maybe the second slice would be better.

It wasn’t. In fact, it was much worse, quite like how as Lyss explained the Outsider to the group it sounded much worse than Vashti had imagined. The whole dying in battle part was a rather concerning detail. Perhaps if she was a viking berserker searching for a quick way into Valhalla she might find herself thrilled at the idea of a glorious death in a fight against an “extremely powerful and ancient apparition” but as a girl who wasn’t even old enough to drink yet the whole ordeal sounded a bit much. She’d only been with the Coven for a day, and her experiences so far had been...well, they had yet to make a really compelling case to get herself killed for them.

[color=darkcyan]“You know, Lyss, when you said we had to be willing to help I kind of pictured it less as being a meat shield against an angry ghost and more as the sorcerer’s apprentice style of helping where I fetch buckets of water and carry spellbooks,”[/color] said Vashti as she hopped off the bumper car. [color=darkcyan]“I don’t think I’d be much help in a fi—”[/color]

Vashti froze as she felt the Leviathan stir inside of her. How? She wasn’t happy with the Coven, and there was a lot happening, but none of this should’ve been able to trigger her. Her eyes dilated as her heartbeat quickened and she caught herself against the frame of the bumper car. She shot Herik an alarmed glance as she attempted to slow her breathing. Vashti tried to block out the world as she strived to achieve gnosis. If she figured out what was stirring the Leviathan awake then she could control it, or at the very least get away from the others before it unleashed.

[b][i]"... She's here!"[/i][/b]

[color=darkcyan]“Fuck!”[/color] was the final thing Vashti shouted as she broke concentration as the Outsider glided down to a table in the middle of the Coven. At that moment, Vashti knew she should’ve been terrified as Madison enshrouded by a cloud of bones coldcocked the Outsider. The only problem was that she wasn’t terrified. A wide, toothy smile stretched across Vashti’s face. She was excited. Meetings, dinners, flirtations, how trivial, how boring. It’d been too long since she’d a proper fight; her trophy collection was beginning to look stale. The smile kept growing until it split her skin and was a smile no more. Instead, it was the look of a rabid animal baring its teeth. 

And it was going in for the kill.

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After the Leviathan crushed this shit right here, these dumb primate bitches would grovel at the feet of the Lizard Queen. Then they wouldn’t dare try and seal away their Queen, no, fuck that, their Goddess. If they did then she would tear them apart like she was going to tear apart this Outsider, real savage like, nothing but teeth, nails, and an orchestra of shrieks. The Leviathan lumbered forward from the bumper car, muscles and tail expanding as she crouched low and began to charge on all fours. She would kill this dumbass Outsider and then these idiots would throw a feast for her. Perhaps the summoner’s plus one would be offered up as a sacrifice. Maybe the summoner could call forth a few more tasty morsels.

Thunder clapped and rain began to tin on the awning above them as the Leviathan moved towards the Outsider as it recovered from a punch from the Jaws. A weak hit from a weak, stupid being. Bones were so fucking easy to break. Scales, on the other hand, were impenetrable. The perfect defense. Never would there be anything superior to it. Her tail flicked to and fro as she charged, haphazardly knocking aside tables without any concern for collateral. It was just a bit more chaos to add to the shitstorm that was already unleashing around them. The sound of rain pinging on the roof started to sound more like a machine gun. Now that was a primate invention the Leviathan could appreciate:  an instrument of quick death. Just like the Leviathan.

A roar escaped from the Leviathan’s throat as the Outsider dared, had the fucking audacity even, to raise a finger to one of her minions. Only the goddamn Queen had the royal right to kick the ever living shit out of her stupid, worthless servants that got her weakass vessel stuck in elevators and chain restaurants. The darkening sky was lit up by lightning as the Leviathan vaulted over a table and spun, swinging her powerful tail at the Outsider to knock it away from her royal subjects. Grovellers couldn’t grovel if they were dead.