[h1][b][i][color=FFCB00][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a97e8983-b22c-4dfe-b2a2-4825bd67ff76.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FFCB00][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Kingston-Gray House
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[color=ffcb00]”I got…”[/color] Leah held up hers. All infinity of them, in one glass. [color=ffcb00]”This fucking thing. Told one of them I never had one, since I don’t really drink stuff like. Then he snapped his fingers and left this for me. It’s everything. I dunno how. Magic or something.”[/color] Leah took another sip from it, and it tasted like… Rocks on a road? Yeah, that was tolerable.

Leah noticed that look Vicky gave her. Except she didn’t register why. Given the fact that she was a little busy ensuring someone hadn’t been killed, actually calling for Miss Robot wasn’t immediately feasible. Besides, it turned out to been a fluke caused by magic. Which could kill her, if Leah remembered right.

[color=ffcb00]”Nemo? I [i]knew[/i] he wasn’t actually dead. But… What happened up there?”[/color] She asked her girlfriend. Stepping a little closer to Sabine, she put an arm around her and kept it there. [color=ffcb00]”I figured you’d all be busy for an hour. That was barely ten minutes. And what was that shouting about? I don’t really know how necromancy stuff works.”[/color] They were all looking pretty rough.

And then Sabine explained it. She used her powers on one of them, and it went poorly. [i]Shit.[/i]

They probably hated her? Oh, hell no. If they had a problem with Sabine, they had a problem with Leah. She could probably blow the door off and get Sabine to the hotel and alert Vision quick enough that they couldn't hurt her. Or what if they could teleport? No, she could just do that thing where she-

Sabine pulled away again, and was back upstairs before Leah could shut her damn brain off.

Several seconds passed where she was just standing there, around the rest of them, gears turning in her head.

[color=ffcb00]"...What in the [i]fuck?"[/i][/color] Leah didn't even know she [i]could[/i] have bad moments like that. Shit, she had them too, but... Fuck. Shit. Damn, she was feeling real jittery all of a sudden, and she already felt jittery in some way or another tonight by just being in this house. What were they gonna do with her? Or... What would they do [i]to[/i] her?!

[i][color=ffcb00]Okay. Okay. Calm the fuck down. You're doing it again.

She'll be fucking fine. They wouldn't hurt one of us. And if they tried, she could kill them faster than you could [b]punch[/b] them.

You're overthinking. It'll be okay. Stop acting jumpy.
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Leah took in a deep, deep breath as quietly as she could. Then she held it and let it go.

And then someone scared the fucking shit out of her.

When Max and Sabine teleported in with a [i]black hole,[/i] it almost made Leah jump out of her skin. The glass she had miraculously didn't get flung across the room, and she froze up for half a second before realizing who they were.

[color=ffcb00][i]"Whatinthegoddamnfucking-[/i] Oh. It's just you."[/color] Sabine seemed okay. That was great. That didn't last nearly as long as Leah's hyperactive brain had expected. She held the glass up, that she was still consuming copious amounts of shaken milk from. [color=ffcb00]"You gave me... What, a thousand? They're all pretty okay, mostly- Thanks, by the way. Sabine, look at this thing. It's magic. I'm drinking magic, he put [i]everything[/i] in it, and [i]somehow[/i] none of it's blurred together. It's different every time."[/color]

She took another sip from it, and that time, her eyes widened. It tasted like vanilla.

She glanced down at the glass, then back at Max. Then at Sabine. Then at Max, then the glass.

And then, she sloooowly turned her head around and looked at Ben. [color=ffcb00]"That's [i]not[/i] worth $100."[/color]