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Fiala: There goes my ride

Fiala froze at Death's outburst, her glass raised nearly to her lips, pinky held far out. She waited a moment, unsure at first of how to react; the panic was definitely out-of-character for Desious, and she couldn't be sure she didn't miss something with her inattention. She set down her glass, a gesture she hoped would communicate that she was actually taking this seriously.

Then Hiraga crossed to the window, and Fiala watched as her sister communed with the little creature. The location was announced to the group: Maybell, Oregon. Fiala shook her head, annoyed that she wasn't going to get her drink after all. She straightened herself and glanced around: she didn't bring much, but she didn't want to forget anything when she left.

Hiraga was speaking to the Messenger now, and Fiala suddenly realized what was missing. "Sister, my knives -" she started, but before she could finish her thought, Hiraga was gone, a flash of light that filled the room before disappearing from sight. Fiala made a noise of disappointment. She truly hoped she would be armed before the first fight... but whatever. She was capable enough, even without them.

Turning to Keyla, she made a slight motion with her head toward the door. "Ready for an adventure?" Without waiting for an answer, she bolted out the door, calling over her shoulder, "Meet you outside!", and made her way down the stairs at inhuman speed. In the building's lobby, she lingered for just a moment, glancing at the glowing numbers above the elevators and wondering how long it would take for the Demigod to catch up - if she chose to come at all. Fiala stepped outside and lit a cigarette.

Puffing away casually, she scanned the street, looking for another ride. An affluent-looking teenager pulled his sleek BMW into a nearby parking spot on the street. Puff, puff. She watched as he slammed the door and locked it with the key-fob. Waited as he walked toward her, a disapproving scowl on his face as he looked her over. She stepped aside as he passed her to go into the building. She flicked her free hand's pointer finger, and the keys slid from the kid's pocket, landing on the sidewalk in front of her. He didn't notice.

Fiala scraped out the cigarette on the bottom of her boot, and with a fluid motion, picked up the keys while still bent over. Lit another cigarette while she waited for Keyla to catch up. She didn't expect her siblings to choose to travel with her - many of them had reliable methods of transportation themselves - but she wouldn't turn them away if they chose to come. By the time she was finished smoking, she figured anyone who wanted to be there would have already caught up. She scraped out the cigarette and casually approached the BMW.

Looking over the interior as she hopped into the driver's seat, she smirked. "Fit for a goddess," she quipped. "Keyless ignition. Nice." She started the car. Taylor Swift blasted from the speakers. Grimacing, Fiala turned the stereo as low as she could. "I'd feel worse about this if the kid didn't have such shit taste in music." Glancing back toward the building, she checked to make sure she wasn't leaving anyone behind, and waited about a minute longer for any stragglers while she cycled through radio stations, looking for something reasonable to listen to.
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