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[/center][right][b][code]East Araminta - Construction Site[/code][/b][/right][hr]

It was beautiful, really. Shane didn't appreciate the show, but he'd been given the best seat in the house. A slight bump on the site that let him bare witness to the orange lightshow around the home he'd grown up in. No doubt the home that also contained two members of his family, at least.

The realization didn't hit him immediately. Instead, the colours danced across his sunken broken eyes. As far as he was, he could feel the heat radiate from the light, burning his skin as if in accusation. Like the judgement of some deity falling upon him. Felt its power, its anger, its danger. Only then did he start running.

[i][colour=Steelblue]'Move.'[/colour][/i] Synapses firing back to life, veins coursing with adrenaline. Like an addiction being fed, other than alcohol. In Shane's mind, his options had decreased to a singular course. Car wouldn't make it in time.

[quote=Tansy][color=springgreen]“Ezra said if the Wiccans show up or if something goes wrong to give him or Arabelle a call. Supposedly she can use the mirrors to open a gateway if we need reinforcements or to retreat."[/color][/quote]

It'd have to do, hopefully they were speaking concretely and not hypothetically. Shane's cheeks were red, internally he felt like a precise machine, externally he was like a beast. Exhaling steam as his shoulder collided with the door to the Foreman's Office and he spilled inside. There it stood, like salvation. The dress mirror with the blanket still laid at its feet. A grunt escaped Shane's lips, then he was a machine once more. Lifting the mirror up with his hands clasped on either side, he began manoeuvring out of the office, internally thankful he hadn't been working in the factory this morning.

He got closer and closer to the group, meeting a sight that was stranger and stranger. The skeleton, gone. A petrified corpse on the ground. Tansy and Trisha were arguing. Shane didn't care. He was busy keeping the mirror aloft, though was more so dragging it at this point, shielding the mirror itself using the stand and wooden frame to bare the brunt of the snow laden gravel.

As he reached everyone, he spun the mirror around so the reflection was facing them. Tuyen was already on the phone. Good. He looked over towards his sisters, ready to shut this petty crap down and get mobilized, when he had to shield his eyes from yet another offending light show.

This time, from Tansy. One hand covered his face, the other flailed out before grasping the mirror, making sure he didn't knock it to the floor in his newfound blindness.

[quote=Tansy][color=springgreen]"[color=#00FF7F]Y[/color][color=#02FC81]o[/color][color=#04F983]u[/color] [color=#09F387]w[/color][color=#0BF189]i[/color][color=#0DEE8B]l[/color][color=#0FEB8D]l[/color] [color=#14E591]c[/color][color=#16E393]a[/color][color=#19E095]l[/color][color=#1BDD97]l[/color] [color=#1FD79B]O[/color][color=#22D59D]s[/color][color=#24D29F]c[/color][color=#26CFA1]a[/color][color=#29CCA3]r[/color] [color=#2DC7A8]a[/color][color=#2FC4AA]n[/color][color=#32C1AC]d[/color] [color=#36BBB0]a[/color][color=#38B9B2]s[/color][color=#3BB6B4]k[/color] [color=#3FB0B8]A[/color][color=#42ADBA]r[/color][color=#44ABBC]a[/color][color=#46A8BE]b[/color][color=#48A5C0]e[/color][color=#4BA2C2]l[/color][color=#4D9FC4]l[/color][color=#4F9DC6]e[/color] [color=#5497CB]t[/color][color=#5694CD]o[/color] [color=#5B8FD1]m[/color][color=#5D8CD3]i[/color][color=#5F89D5]r[/color][color=#6186D7]r[/color][color=#6483D9]o[/color][color=#6681DB]r[/color] [color=#6B7BDF]u[/color][color=#6D78E1]s[/color] [color=#7173E5]h[/color][color=#7470E7]o[/color][color=#766DE9]m[/color][color=#786AEB]e[/color],"[/color][/quote]

It was like a choir, singing out in a register that scratched the tip of your brain. The kind that makes dogs lose their minds. Shane wasn't even the target and it felt like an assault on his senses. This was her definition of "creating a light"? He should've known.

[colour=Steelblue]"STOP, DAMMIT!"[/colour] Shane yelled, heightened tension necessitating even him emoting beyond quiet contempt. In all honesty he wasn't even sure his outburst would register among everything.

It was all falling apart, like the world was ending. 

Shane kept his eyes squint shut, removing his hand from his face and outstretching it to grab Tansy. If this were how The Vanburens went out, he wouldn't spend it passively watching his siblings tear each other apart. Hopefully, Tuyen would get through soon to Arabelle. Would be a shame for the family to tear itself apart before creatures beyond comprehension got a chance to do so.