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Mentions/Interactions: Phia [@princess], Meiyu [@Tae], Talis [@Oso][hr]

The lights flickered.

Just once.

It was subtle, easy to miss, until the sudden rush of cold air swept through the bathroom like the breath of something ancient. The next heartbeat brought the smell of smoke and brimstone pouring into the room. 

Black mist spilled into the space between Phia and Meiyu in a smooth coil, and from within it, in an instant, appeared a woman as though she had always belonged there. Cloaked in shadow and crimson trim, her figure emerged like a painting finishing itself stroke by stroke, deliberate and in no hurry. Her hair was dark as the smoke around her, falling in elegant waves beneath her red hood, and her eyes burned with a cold clarity that had no business looking so calm in such a strange situation.

Her boots clicked gently against the tile. Her lips parted in a smile that was not warm. Not even close.

She stood between them, not looking at either one immediately. Then, slowly, she turned her head, first to Phia, then to Meiyu, giving each a glance that weighed and measured and dismissed them all in the span of a blink.

[color=firebrick]“You should leave.”[/color] Her voice was velvet, low and unhurried, shaped with the poise of someone entirely unconcerned with their presence. [color=firebrick]“There is a bomb on this ship. Multiple, in fact. The first is going to detonate in…”[/color] she glanced upward, as though consulting the ceiling. [color=firebrick]“Well…any moment now.”[/color]

She smiled again, a flash of white framed by shadow. [color=firebrick]“So if you have anything you care about still aboard this ship, now would be a lovely time to consider your exit.”[/color]

Two glints of black metal shimmered into existence in her hands. The obsidian daggers caught the dim light with a ripple like oil on water, curved and elegant and utterly lethal.

She turned her head just enough to glance toward the closed stall door.

[color=firebrick]“As for me,”[/color] she said, twirling one blade slowly between her fingers, [color=firebrick]“I have a very important meeting with the redhead behind door number one.”[/color]

Her eyes never left the door now.

[color=firebrick]“So unless you would like to be in the way when this gets… [i]interesting[/i], I suggest you run along.”[/color]

She took one slow step forward. Just one. Enough to make the air shift again, thick with promise.

[color=firebrick]“I am not feeling generous today.”[/color]

And just like that [i]the snake and the mongoose had met [b]The Devil.[/b][/i] [/color]