Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.
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The older woman said nothing as Eliz made to retaliate. Blade drawn, she’d hold steady, not wavering as she would soon be in Eliz’s strike range. Myrilla simply smirked in response, her blade gleaming in the sunlight as she’d catch Eliz’s claws with it, a resounding sound of claw and scale raking against the metal of the sword.

“That’s a good attitude, demon,” She’d respond with a sharp coldness. “Lets see how arrogant you stay after I shatter your limbs like your fragile ego.” Eliz would hear it first. Gunfire as Myrilla’s other hand would draw the pistol at her side faster than the demon could register. The next thing she’d know, was pain. Right in her head, under her chin as a bullet plinked off her face. The blade was pulled from her claw, a swift motion followed as the blade went for Eliz’s neck. 

Something told her it’d be dangerous if she let the blade connect

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“Nyeheh, why am I cute? Cuz my mama made me~!” That was Lyssa’s response to katherine’s query of why she was the way that she was.The pink haired maid paid no heed to Katherine’s protesting, carrying her swiftly into the manor, making sure to have a firm grip on the Firbolg’s posterior as she’d run up the stairs towards the opposite wing. Past a few other maids, a very confused looking Rosanna before finally finding their way to the sitting room.

“We’re heeeeere!” Lyssa barreled into the room, cat still slung over her shoulder.

“...You could have chosen a more delicate way to enter.” Sitting on one of the luxurious looking couches was one Livia Fiore, teacup in hand, bringing it to her lips to sip from the beverage.

“Ahaha, pfft, that’d be boring though~” Lyssa walked over, and proceeded to grab Katherine by the waist, and sit her down on the opposite couch. “Well, my job’s done, ta-ta, i’m gonna go raid the kitchen for pancakes!”

“...lively, that one.” Livia curtly responded with a small smile. “Unlike you. Maid Katherine Lindall, was it?” Standing behind Lady Fiore was another maid. Long, violet colored hair, [url=https://i.imgur.com/l4bBY92.png]a small pin on her uniform of a nightshade flower[/url]. “Perhaps I should have Nynnette here personally correct your lack of manners on greeting your employer.” The maid, Nynette merely smiled demurely but said nothing.