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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Bar (Ground Floor)[/b][/u]

With light fingers, Mordie swept up her glass and eyed the colors curiously. She babbled on a bit more about how impressive the whole ordeal was, the talent necessary for mixing and creating and having a tongue for satisfactory drinks, before bringing the glass' seasoned edges to her lips. However, a sudden rumble prevented even a single sip.

"Hum? Ya lovelies feel that? Oh! There it is again. That's strange. We don't get earthquakes that often here. Ah'll be right back."

Plopping her glass back atop the counter, Mordie hopped off her seat and waltzed over to the door's entrance, amidst all the patrons and waitresses inside flocking about. Mordie was soon met with a cloud of dust, sending her stepping back into the room as she waved the debris out from her face. "Hoooey, looks like we got some fun times comin' up. Ah'm sure Barty-boy would love this. "

Around this time Aria had already retrieved her duffel bag from Clive before sneaking back into the bar, careful to take another entrance to avoid bumping into Mordie, who stood right in one of the main doorways. As Aria slipped Xandra the duffel bag and took off, Mordie paid the girls no mind at all, instead focusing on the brewing combat before her.

She reached for the necktie - the bottom of which was snug within her displayed cleavage - and pulled it out to reveal that it wasn't a necktie at all, but a pair of binoculars. Mordie pressed them to her eyes. From behind her it seemed like she merely stared at the fountain Bart had destroyed, but slowly she glanced around the room with them, following the trails Moira, Syed, Lisette, and the others made as if nothing was obscuring her view. Without unequiping her binoculars, she pressed one hand against her ear.

"Umm. Kenny? Barty-boy? Heather? Can ya see what ah'm seein'?"

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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Lobby[/b][/u]

Of course Trixie's eyes were fixated on the Crimson Justice after he pulled off a super punch and vowed to take down the facility. She huffed, puffing her chest up and holding her chin high - but even then she couldn't hold her gaping jaw. This guy... this guy was... [i]Epic. And so cool.[/i]

"Wow, he needs to meet Superbro sometime, I'm sure they'd make good--[i]gawk!"[/i]

Amy yanked the prankster by a braid as Boss - Moira - suddenly jumped into view to punch someone out of Trixie's range. Trixie's eyes however continued to sparkle with awe and delight at how cool everyone was, now that the real fight had begun - oh the scouting and waiting was totally worth it! Boss then yelled something about going up; though it was directed at Syed, Amy took the suggestion herself and, dragging Trixie along with her, made her way towards one of the staircases.

More guards poured down them, though Amy side stepped to allow them by - after all, with the dress she was already wearing Amy looked like a woman that would be working there anyway, and Trixie was small enough to hide behind Amy in the rush. So long as neither of the two flubbed, they should be mostly inconspicuous in the rush, right?

Well... until someone questioned Trixie being there, with a gun in her hand. Or saw her looting the unconscious body of the man Moira punched aside not too long ago. "What, a superhero needs her ammo, okay! Oh, Lissa, watch out! Baddie!"

Quickly Trixie was yanked away by Amy and they bolted upstairs, opposite to where Lisette soon took to, with Trixie clinging onto one of Amy's arms. Guards continued to weave their way through the crowds of scanties and riches - though one of them stopped upon nudging by Amy. He turned to look the cleric in the eyes and gripped onto her free arm tightly. "Hey! What are you doing bringing a kid like that in w-"

[i]SLAP![/i] As usual, the man touching her was sent careening to the ground, though his eyes looked away from his attacker and towards something else onto the ceiling, muttering as his head lolled in a daze. Amy's eyes trailed his own sight's path, only to be met with a little box fixated up in the corner, on the underside of the floor above them. She narrowed a brow, glaring at the contraption as the lenses swiveled and focused on her. "The fuck is that!?"

She hadn't even notice Trixie walking beside her, an uzi and a pistol in hands. With dead silence she too stared down the camera - before raising her gun to it and blasting a few bullets straight through the lenses, sending it crashing to the floor in a sparking heap. Bewildered, Amy turned to her younger companion, but Trixie only returned a determined nod. "C'mon, we need to keep going! If we aren't gonna fight, we should at least look arou- uh oh."

Now that more of the staff and patrons had cleared away, either fleeing downstairs or hiding in their rooms, a few more guards stood in their path, along with the man Amy had just knocked down. Smacking their batons in their own palms, waiting to take their vantage spot.

Trixie gulped, backing into Amy. "Umm. Run?"

"Run."

Screaming wildly, Trixie turned back and ran the other direction, followed by a curse-muttering Amy and their new armed fans. The gem within Amy's purse began to glow, though she left it alone for now. As they fled, Trixie made sure to bullet down a couple more of those box-y contraptions fixed to the walls.