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Protege of Poison Ivy || #e116d8 || Outfit
"So what's the plan when they come back for another one of us? Make them angry? Distract them?"
She opened her mouth to reply, nothing too friendly either, before she caught his gaze on Caitra. As far as escapology went, she supposed Caitra's brains were their best chance. Maybe she did have something more to offer...Until his eyes caught hers.
"Why don't you lure them towards you? Humans are stupidly susceptible to pheromones. The rest of us can figure out how to get the keys. Since Constantine is fresh out of magic tricks."
Her eyes turned into a warning glare. “If Alec could get us out of this rut, I’m sure he would.” Wow was that the first thing that she said. “Likewise, I'm not feeling too appealing right now.” The loose translation, she was feeling like shit.
"Even if Lilith lured them toward her... How would we be able to do anything?"
“Frank’s right, I lure them here, then what? You have no strength and I don’t think even your legs will get a kick in. We’re bound so not like we can steal the keys.”
Besides, in a dire moment it would be less than subtle if Lilith started to want to befriend the guards. And the soldiers were evidently well informed of their powers. But she liked his spunk. However, appreciation, optimism, was completely taken from her when she heard the most awful scream. It sent shivers down her spine and made her feel like she was being punched in the stomach. Lilith turned her head into her own shoulder and cringed.
Though her eyes grew heavy she couldn’t rest. Not a blink. The world around her dulled but never completely vanished. Right up to the point Wren reappeared. Or some form of Wren. The sight of her friend startled her awake. It was rude to stare, Lilith knew that, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the beaten and bloodied Wren and no words came to her. Frankie and Wren exchanged some words but they drifted to the background as Lilith's gaze fell on the end of her green dress. She dared to wonder how long it had been, and how long it would still be before she met the sun again or death...
Suddenly there was a sickening crack sound. Lilith snapped her head in the red head's direction. Unfortunately she couldn't bring herself to argue with Wren about hurting herself further if it meant their escape. Inside, Lilith knew, even the daughter of Deadpool, Wade Wilson, had her limits.
“She’ll recover,” Lilith encouraged. Some guilt circled in her gut for saying that. But they could get her help and rest once they were out. And that was Lilith's priority.