[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lUU866f.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/bGOeozQ.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/GL1wkNx.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/xer3sr5.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/5PptOce.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/sDJ9mMI.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/UdyV3bR.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/YDYBuS0.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/2YLcVp4.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/uQrYRM2.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/RBvUHpr.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/uG295vG.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/dmV1aeh.png[/img][h1]The 8th Street Coven[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b][/right][right][b][code]The Pendleton Manor.[/code][/b][/right][hr] Far on the outskirts of St. Portwell, there exists a mansion of a family known as the Pendletons… a family with long and deep roots in magic, one of the many to be blessed by the Ancient known as the Spider. They had aspirations, like many, of taking over St. Portwell’s magical scene, and to that end, they amassed a collection of different magical artifacts. They were making a museum in their mansion, where an artifact is on display at every corner of the mansion! [url=https://i.imgur.com/B4VL9Nj.jpg]A silver fox of a man, wearing a robe,[/url] with his hands behind his back, inspected his artifacts. He systematically checked [i]every[/i] one of them... Until he noticed that one was missing. “Huh?!” He leaned forward as he opened the case. “Where is my Amulet?!” He shook his head and quickly dialed a number on his cellphone. “Charlotte!” He shouted. “One of the artifacts is-” An arrow came out of nowhere and dug itself directly into his forearm. He hissed in pain as he grabbed onto the arrow, then instinctively whipped his head around to see a [url=https://i.imgur.com/bJPSC5y.jpg]Caucasian woman with reddish brown hair[/url] that held a particular [url=https://i.imgur.com/2MriPed.jpg]crossbow made out of marble[/url]. She had it directly aimed at him. “I would hang up that phone if I were you,” [url=https://i.imgur.com/3ETSEKr.jpg]Another girl, a tall African-American girl with dyed yellow and green dreadlocks[/url] said as she walked up to him, waving an amulet around in her hands. “Your life may depend on it, Lucius.” “Go to hell!” He shouted as he swung his hand and erected a green barrier between himself and the two girls. “... That’s not going to work,” The girl said, shaking her head, then she turned towards the gal with the arrow and said, “Flora.” Flora aimed her crossbow at Lucius and fired off another arrow…. The man expected the barrier to stop it, but it had wholly bypassed it and nailed him directly in the shoulder. He hissed in pain as he fell over on his display case. “Hang up the phone,” Flora said, “Or the next one’s going in between your eyes.” “Who the fuck are you two?” “We’re…” The tall black girl said… The wall behind the girl exploded, bursting into a mess of debris and dust as a horde of undead minions emerged. They shuffled their way through the mess as someone came out by the time the dust cleared… … It was Emily G. Reed, with her two little sisters and Vashti behind her. [i][h3]“... The fucking 8th Street Coven!”[/h3][/i] Emily shouted. “[i]You[/i] bitches?” “Yes,” Emily smiled, “Us bitches.” [url=https://i.imgur.com/NoOfsCw.jpg]A tall woman with an afro and plenty of jewelry coughed[/url] as she walked up, wearing a black sweater and bright blue jeans. However, floating over her shoulder was a [url=https://i.imgur.com/aCfCqB0.jpg]Skeleton in a suit with a cane[/url]; he tipped his hat. With a wave of his hand, his undead minions were smashing open all the display cases and taking all the artifacts as Emily and the 8th Street leadership watched. Lucius grits his teeth as he fights his way to his feet. “So… Flora here can shoot through your little barrier,” Emily said, putting her hands on her hips and doing a little dance as she swayed them from left to right, “Are you going to be smart and drop the barrier, or she gonna have to turn you into a pin cushion?” “Like hell...” Lucius said before he closed his eyes in pain. He could feel little bits of blood dripping down from the arrows. “This is my life’s work! I’m not going to let some cult take it from me!” “And it’s about to be this cult’s life work!” Emily replied; she stopped swaying her hips, then looked at her fingernails as she said, “My little cultists are subduing the rest of your family… we’re going to put a tragic end to your little plans to join the Elite. So drop the barrier, and we can all make this [i]quick[/i].” “I swear to God if you touch my family…” Emily snapped her fingers. “Flora put an end to him.” “Wait, Emily-” Jacqueline said as she reached forward towards Flora, who fired the Aegis Piercer shot that would have ended Lucius… … A glowing pink barrier was launched and sent Lucius flying. Emily whipped her head around to see two girls; [url=https://i.imgur.com/UToYj8Q.jpg]one was an older girl with freckles and black hair,[/url] she had her hand outstretched. [url=https://i.imgur.com/ozfQsy3.jpg]The other was a younger one, a teenager,[/url] who stood scared behind her wearing pajamas. Emily narrowed her eyes, pointed a finger at them, and said, “Vashti.” Vashti glanced over at Jacqueline and produced a bouquet of heavy-duty zip ties and a roll of duct tape from her hoodie. “Okay, dudes, read the room. Now’s the time to stop being stupid bitches. [i]B-b-but it’s my life's work,[/i]” said Vashti, mocking Lucius by shifting her voice up into an annoying, sniveling whine. “You’re rich, idiot. Buy new shit.” A loud tear ripped through the air as Vashti unwrapped a length of tape to use as a mouth gag and stepped toward the two girls. “So get on your knees and put your hands behind your back. Who knows? Maybe you’ll earn Daddy a second chance.” Vashti shrugged casually before she took another step forward and bared her teeth in a cruel smile, swinging the duct tape like a Morningstar. “[i]Orrrrrr[/i] don’t, and I burn down your entire family tree.” They looked at each other… They stuck their hands out and launched a thin, rectangle-shaped barrier out of their hands directly at Vashti. “Oh, for fu—” Vashti bounced off the barrier as the zip ties and duct tape scattered to the floor. A skeletal minion was kind enough to act as a cushion and got dusted as her body impacted it. The hit was accompanied by a loud clap of thunder that shook the house as Vashti tumbled through the shower of bone dust and did a handspring, the floor tiles splintering where her palms hit. She landed on her feet and scampered behind a display case, moving to flank the girls as the rest of the 8th Street Coven moved into action. “Where in the [i]fuck[/i] are Greta and the others?!” Emily facepalmed before raising her hands into the air. “God, it’s [i]so[/i] hard to find good help around here!” She exploded into an aura of flames and aimed both hands at the two sisters. They quickly put another barrier together that completely blocked her hellfire from getting close. However, [url=https://i.imgur.com/Z21u1JV.jpg]a giant of a man that was [i]easily[/i] over seven feet tall[/url] walked up to the barrier with a smile on his face. The girls launched the barrier at him, but the man stuck his hands down, dropped his weight, and managed to slow down the advance of the giant obstacles. They dug up the dirt as they pushed him back, and he barked, “This is boring! Make this fun!” “It’s not supposed to be fun,” [url=https://i.imgur.com/5R2xJq7.jpg]A short, Asian woman with long reddish-brown hair[/url] scoffed, appearing at the other side of the girls; she was definitely [i]not[/i] meant to be keeping out of the way (or subdued; however, Emily had phrased it). She pushed out her hands, sending a blast of sand toward both their eyes - hopefully, they only had one barrier between them… “Let’s get this over with so we can go home.” The girls shrieked and covered their eyes, the barrier they erected proving that it was impossible to prevent sand from getting everywhere. Temporarily blinded, the girls wouldn’t realize that a veiled figure had emerged on their six until the younger of the two was already in the process of being taken down as Vashti pounced on her back and knocked her out cold by bouncing her skull off of the floor. The older sister reached her hands out only for Vashti to catch them with her own as she leaped to her feet, Vashti’s nails slowly piercing into the back of the woman’s hands as she began to hyperextend her wrists back. She made the woman buckle with a couple of kicks and forced her down to her knees, dragging her back so that they were closer to her sister. Vashti put her shoe on the unconscious girl’s head and smiled viciously at the restrained one. She leaned in to whisper so that only her captive could hear. “Sorry about my ungrateful friends. Thank you. This was fun for me,” she hissed before pulling back out. She gave a couple of playful taps to the head of the knocked-out girl with her shoe and then, loud enough for the group to hear, added, “Remember, you’re the ones who made this choice.” Vashti raised her foot. “... Vashti, no!” Jacqueline shouted as she stuck her hand out, then walked over. “We don’t need to kill anybody!” Emily crossed her arms and scoffed as she said, “... Jacqueline, these people are going to come after us,” She narrowed her eyes, “They’re trying to join the Elite.” “I know, I know,” Jacqueline answered, “But we’re responsible for a [i]lot[/i] of deaths, and I can’t take it anymore.” Emily put a hand on her hip. “[i]Now[/i] you’re developing a conscience, after we killed… how many Nazis?” Jacqueline narrowed her eyes, [i]”... You know what I’m talking about, Emily,”[/i] “Yeah, let’s just take their artifacts and get out of here!” Miranda supported her sister as she walked over to Lucious, knelt, pulled the two arrows out of him, grabbed him, and transferred the wounds to her. She barely even felt pain as they were regenerated in mere moments. Emily sighed, “Fiiiiiiiiiiiine,” Then she spoke to the only conscious Pendleton sister while looking off to the side, “Look, you fuckers are going to forget this ever happened, and if you join the Elite…” She pointed at her without even looking in her direction, “We will come back, except we’re not going to steal everything; we’re going to come back and then burn this fucking mansion to the ground with all of you in it. Got it?” She awkwardly nodded her head, then Emily whipped around and said, “Nadine, grab ever-” That was when a door to the side burst open, and tripping over each other were the other members of 8th St who were [i]supposed[/i] to be handling everyone else and making sure they don’t get in the way. They fell on each other like a pile, and Emily couldn’t help but facepalm. The first to get up was a [url=]well-built, blonde-haired guy[/url] who created a glowing sword made out of a mysterious energy and raised it in the air. “Emily! They snuck around us!” “No shit,” Emily rolled her eyes. However, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/RO5UXix.jpg]monstros four-legged beast with a mouth full of teeth, white leathery skin, and claws,[/url] lept over them, growling. It turned toward the two Pendleton sisters and raced like a savage animal, knocking over the display cases as it charged them. It lept on one of the display cases and hopped at them, jaws open and claws outstretched… … Only to get bear-hugged by George. “Heeeeeeey, easy there, girl!” George said, chuckling as the monster slashed its claws back and forth, snarling like crazy. “[i]Ugh,[/i]” Emily facepalmed before she said, “Cynthia, [i]heel!l[/i]” Then the monster exploded into a cloud of pink mist, and when it faded, it revealed an [url=https://i.imgur.com/O4JY8Rb.jpg]African-American girl with a blonde afro.[/url] Still waving her arms and legs forward like she was still in her… alternate form. At least briefly before she stopped and craned her head towards Emily. “Pack leader,” Cynthia said, “Cynthia was told she could eat this time. Why is Cynthia not allowed to eat?” “We changed plans!” Miranda shouted, “If you want to eat… I’ll give you one of my arms!” “Cynthia wants variety,” Cynthia said as George put her gently on the ground, “Cynthia accepts these terms, but next time…” She narrowed her eyes at Miranda, “... Cynthia [i]will[/i] eat.” At this point, Nadine’s undead thralls had cleared the little museum of artifacts… of its artifacts. They all went back to where 8th St initially broke into the mansion, and standing there was a [url=https://i.imgur.com/ckiaJEN.jpg]short, mousy girl with brown hair, holding her cellphone in hand[/url]. She nodded, put her hands together (with the cell phone in it), and stretched them outwards… creating a spinning portal back to the 8th St Manor. The undead minions went inside first, followed by Emily and her sisters, then the rest of 8th St, with Brianna being the last. As fast as they appeared, they vanished.[right][b][code]The 8th St Manor, the very next day. 11:23, AM.[/code][/b][/right][hr] The next day, it was business as usual in the dining hall of the 8th St mansion… it was their usual hangout slash meeting location, and it was a massive wooden table with various wooden chairs pressed against it. At the head of the seat was Emily’s chair… a very particular [url=https://i.imgur.com/1WFms2Q.jpg]throne[/url] that she took from Kaiser Draeger before they razed his “sanctuary” to the ground. Emily sat in it. And it was way too big for her, as she couldn’t comfortably put her arms on the armrest! She leaned back in the chair, put her fingers together, and observed her minions…. Chattering and talking as usual. Greta had on massive oven mitts as she mixed various ingredients into mason jars and created her potions… with a smile that looked too excited. Carol was right next to her, complaining about how she was getting her ingredients on her. Nadine was sitting with her arms crossed, watching everyone else like Emily. Phoebe was looking over all the incredible supernatural artifacts they gained last night… Jacqueline and Miranda were quietly sitting beside her, across from each other. Talking about girl things… “Hey bro!” said Vashti, striking from ambush as she suddenly emerged from behind Emily’schair and leaned against the armrest. “So I’ve been thinking—” “... Ah, that was a great haul last night, wasn’t it?” Babylon said as she faded into existence. “—that I’m just absolutely swamped and got just, like, so much to do today!” finished Vashti, visibly cringing at Babylon’s appearance. She vigorously waved her hands as she backed away towards an exit. “Love ya. Call me if a neck needs wrung![i]Byeeeeeeeee![/i] ” Babylon placed a hand on Emily’s shoulder and floated beside her. “Perhaps 8th Street will go further than the last cult I worked with!” Then Babylon leaned back, shrugged, and said, “If not, it’s not like I’ll end up with another group,” “... And who are they?” “Just a little group of nobodies!” Babylon started chuckling, “... That was [i]coincidentally[/i] the biggest threat in the All-Verse!” “... That doesn’t answer my question, Babylon,” “Oh, just a little [i]cult[/i] called The Inner-Circle… led by a supreme mad woman named [i]Sunshine Jones[/i]. Their goal was to get to the very source of magic by any means necessary. And boy! Was Sunshine such a [i]monster![/i] I miss her…” “Elaborate.” “Sunshine killed so many people in her pursuit to “drink the blood of magic,” [i]and[/i] created monsters that could threaten entire [i]universes[/i],” Babylon explained. “However, they were defeated by a man named [i]James Vanburen.[/i]” “... The rich manslut that knocked up every woman that bent over for him?” Emily raised an eyebrow as she gave Babylon the side-eye. “Probably died from all the STDs he probably got?” “He is more than just the rich manwhore! Well, [i]was,[/i] before you know he died,” Babylon chuckled, “Well, long before that, he was an adventurer, a king, a collector, a hero, and various other things… For whatever reason, he dismantled the Inner Circle piece by piece and defeated Sunshine in a climactic battle. However...” “God damn it, Babylon!” Emily hissed, “Keep talking…” “He [i]didn’t[/i] kill Sunshine; he placed her before the multiversal council that was around at the time… The [i]Accordance[/i], they called it, and they stood around in robes and decided that the best thing to do was to throw her in The Pit for her list of sins so long that there was not enough paper in the All-Verse to list them all. However, [i]I[/i] heard Sunshine escaped the Pit and killed James. Then I also heard that Sunshine died in the Pit, and her Apparition escaped… and killed James. [i]Then[/i] I heard that she gave birth in the Pit and-” “Babylon, that’s enough,” Emily interrupted. “You said James was a collector… of artifacts?” “Yes, he had [i]many,[/i]” “Then, we’re going after the Vanbur-” “No, no, no, [i]no,[/i].” Babylon quickly shut Emily down, then said, “James was a very cunning man. Very dangerous. Many allies. With our current situation, attacking the Vanburens would be…” Babylon then trailed off, “... [i]Unwise.[/i]” "Can't we take a fucking break anyway?" Maya walked into the dining hall in time to hear the tail end of Emily and Babylon's conversation… wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her chest, barely reaching her thighs. It covered everything it had to. Her hair was wrapped up in another. Obviously, she didn't live here, but the showers were much nicer than her apartment's. "Some of us have day jobs outside of theft." Emily didn’t even look at Maya; she stared dead ahead as she responded. “... Can’t you fucking go put some God damn clothes on?” She started, “I told you this before; don’t come out here naked. [i]Nobody[/i] wants to see your sweaty vagina.” She rolled her eyes. “... Speak for yourself!” Babylon said. “Babylon, fuck off,” Emily replied, and her Apparition faded away. “Your day job [i]is[/i] 8th Street, we have much work to do to get ourselves out of our current predicament… [i]and put some fucking clothes on already![/i]” She rolled her eyes at Emily, dumping a plastic bag she'd been carrying on the table. There was a whole bunch of Tupperware inside filled with misshapen cookies (definitely not practice for a stupid work thing). "I brought food." Then she glared at Greta. "Can you do that somewhere we don't eat?" Greta lifted her welding mask and said, “You have plenty of room to sit elsewhere, my dear Maya. I have to finish these potions for the next mission.” Before lowering it and getting back to work. Maya rolled her eyes and flipped Greta off as soon as her mask was lowered. “... Food?” Cynthia heard and immediately came over with a grin on her face… which didn’t last long as she raised an eyebrow, looking at the bag. Then Maya. Then, back at the bag. Then at Maya. “Where is food? Cynthia heard food.” While they were all distracted, a person entered their hall with a tray of desserts, sat down, placed their phone on the table, and began playing on it. "Ohhhhh," Maya looked at Cynthia and then at the bag. Then back at Cynthia. Whoops should've remembered about the group's carnivore. This is what she got for being able to cook and bringing her food experiments to the coven to test (mostly meat dishes, incidentally). Completely deadpan, she said, "I must've forgotten the human meat cookies I'd made at home. If there's any meat around that isn't part of my body, I'll try to recreate them." Cynthia looked at Emily, pointing at Maya, “Pack leader, can Cynthia eat?” “If she doesn’t go put some fucking clothes on,” Emily responded. Nadine walked over, grabbed a cookie, then looked at it before taking a bite and silently walking back to where she was sitting and not reacting to Cynthia asking to eat Maya (she was curious if there was somebody that Cynthia didn’t want to eat). "I know I look delectable, but I doubt I'll taste nice," Maya rolled her eyes. But she still walked out of the room to get dressed because the only thing worse than doing what Emily said was getting eaten alive. Maya returned shortly after, appropriately dressed in a loose, blue-checked dress. She was still rubbing her hair with a towel and looked around to find a victim to talk to. She honed in on Phoebe and the ton of artifacts they'd gathered. "How much shit did we get this time? Was it worth the hassle?" “You looked better in the towel.” Phoebe chuckled. “Heh, I know,” Maya snorted, shrugging. “But some people don’t appreciate it…” “I think the Elite is going to pay top dollar for these… but there’s something I want to keep…” Phoebe smiled as she answered Maya, cradling a glowing potion. Then she lifted it by one hand, presenting it to Maya. It was a glowing potion that pulsed with rainbow colors. “… Wanna go pour this in the water supply?” Maya took the potion, turning it over to get a good look. “What does it do, turn everyone gay when they drink it?” Probably something worse, but who cared as long as it didn’t affect them? “Let’s do it.” Phoebe grabbed Maya’s hand (fingers interlocked), and the two skipped out of the dining hall… to the relief of Emily. However, after they left, there was a groaning from one of the side halls… followed by slow footsteps as Emily’s head darted towards that hall. Stumbling out of the shadows was… [url=https://i.imgur.com/s4hlqBY.jpg]a tall, spindly being[/url] almost as tall as the hall itself. She walked in, completely nude, one claw over her face as she walked into full view. She groaned as a line of drool came from her mouth, and she placed the other claw on the adjacent wall. She took in deep breaths as she stumbled forward, only to catch herself on one of her freakishly long limbs. The second 8th Street saw her, they all dropped whatever they were doing and hopped up, staring at the woman. Emily grits her teeth as she glances at Jacqueline and Miranda, and with a hint of worry, she says, “... Ge-get her back to her room! Hurry up! Before she does something!” “On it!” The two twins said in unison as they quickly ran over to the creature. Miranda grabbed her hand, and the two coaxed her into the darkness of the halls. Emily sighed. “... When are you going to help her?” Brianna asked with a raised eyebrow. Emily was silent for a moment before she answered, “I’m working on it.” “Pack leader!” Cynthia shouted at Emily, then pointed at their mysterious guest they had not noticed until now. “We have an intruder.” All eyes were brought upon the [url=https://i.imgur.com/F9bxAZr.jpg]mysterious woman[/url] sitting at the end of their little dining table. She was wearing black jogging pants, a pink sports bra, and an armband that previously had her phone in it. Off her side, she had a nice metal tray of cupcakes covered in wax paper and plastic wrap. She continued playing on her phone for a few moments before she raised her head. “... [i]Oh?[/i]” She said in a curious tone and faced Emily down. “... Am I [i]interrupting[/i] something?” Emily narrowed her eyes as the woman continued. “I’m just having a seat; I’ve just finished with a long jog and thought I’d stop by for the… [i]atmosphere.[/i]” The mysterious woman stood up and presented the tray of cupcakes. “I’ve brought you all cupcakes.” All of 8th Street stared at her in shock, and Emily rolled her eyes as she sank back into her chair. “... I thought you had your fill on bullying us, Agent Liao,” The woman looked down, twisting her head slightly to the left and the right, then lifted her head to face Emily. “‘Agent Liao’? Can’t you see I’m not on duty right now? Don’t call me Agent Liao, call me… [i]Meifeng.[/i]’” Emily rolled her eyes again, “Whatever,” She started, “Can I help you with something? Can’t you see that I’m busy?” Meifeng put a hand on her hip and scoffed as she said, “... Sitting on your little throne?” She playfully chuckled. “Fuck this!” Carol shouted as she stood up, facing Emily but pointing at Meifeng, “Are we going to keep letting this asshole bully us! She’s by herself; we can take her!” Meifeng was silent for a moment. “... I imagine you can,” She started, raising her hands, “I left my gun in my car. And as you can probably tell, I’m not dressed for concealed carry. So…” She let her words hang in the air. “[i]Do your worse, Emily.[/i]” Emily stared Meifeng down before she sighed and sunk back into her chair. “... Just get to the point, Meifeng.” Meifeng crossed her arms before she spoke to the 8th Street Coven. “I want to speak to your leader in private.” There was a brief silence before Emily waved her hand in the air and said, “Everyone go.” “But I am working on my poti-” Greta injected. [i]“I said go!”[/i] With that, the 8th Street Coven dispersed. Leaving the hall with only Meifeng and Emily, the former walked towards the latter. Not breaking eye contact for a moment until she finally spoke, “Your follower attacked one of my agents.” “Which one…?” Emily asked, putting her fingertips together. “Everleigh Thorn,” Upon hearing that name, Emily smiled. “... She’s not one of us anymore,” Emily started, “She left us to go back to those Sycamore sluts. Go bark up that tree.” She rolled her eyes. Meifeng did not so much as blink. “Is that so?” Meifeng asked as she got closer to Emily until she was in her face. “Did you forget the deal?” At this point, Jacqueline and Miranda returned, stopped, and looked around. Then, their gaze landed on the metal tray Meifeng left on the table. [i]“... Cupcakes!” [/i] “Don’t eat those!” Emily shouted. “They might be poison!” “Please,” Meifeng rolled her eyes, “Just [i]what[/i] about me suggests that, if I planned on killing you all, I wouldn’t just come here and put a gun to your head?” They were silent. “Exactly,” Emily slammed her hands on the handlebars of her throne and stood up. Putting her hands on her hips as she “You keep coming over here to bully us! Don’t you remember just who got you your position?” Emily glanced at Jacqueline, who had helped herself to one of the cupcakes. Then Emily added, “Remember just [i]who[/i] exposed Porter Johnson?” Emily smiled and sunk back into her chair before she added, “The PRA is just as responsible for Das Sonnenrad as Kaiser Draeger is…” Meifeng sighed, “While I am not responsible for the actions of my predecessor, and he has been taken care of, the PRA needs to take more action to weed out extremism in our ranks.” “It goes high if Mr. Johnson was a Regional Commander!” Emily shouted, pointing at Meifeng before sinking back in her chair again. “You should be more appreciative, Meifeng…” Meifeng scoffed as she walked up to Emily and jammed a finger into her chest. “I [i]am[/i] appreciative… I’m not putting a kill order on you and your cult as I should,” Meifeng started, fury in her eyes. “I am turning a blind eye to your antics [i]only[/i] because I need that Stygian Snake and eyes in St. Portwell…” Meifeng took a step back and walked towards the door; as she spoke, “But if I find out that you’re still associated with Everleigh Thorn or had something to do with that shitshow last night…” She paused right before she walked out of the door and finished with, “... It will be the end of you and [i]everything[/i] you know.” She closed the door, and Emily sighed in relief. “... Isn’t Eve spying on Sycamore for us?” Miranda cut the silence with a knife. “Yes, but Liao doesn't have to know that,” Emily chuckled. “It's good that Eve is causing trouble for them and not us… Oh!” A lightbulb ignited in her head. “The PRA is probably going to fuck those sluts up! Grab some popcorn, and grab some cameras! We can not miss this!” Emily said as she got up. “... Didn't they do the same thing to us?” Miranda raised an eye. “Shut up about that; that never happened,” Emily said as she walked off to find some chairs, popcorn, and cameras! She wasn’t going to miss those sluts getting theirs!