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Elliott attempted to not laugh the entire time Atema spoke. She tried biting her lip, tongue, and then ended up just coughing really loudly to cover the giggles that escaped her pretty lips. Atema looked like a little lost puppy who thought it was a St. Bernard or something. Funny. Though she kept all of her witty comments to herself and noticed Atema looked at her while she played with her shirt and debated making a sly comment, take a picture, it will last longer. Once she calmed herself to not laugh right in Atema's face she spoke in a neutral tone.

"I think you're right about the two options for plans, for plan B we would have to find an event close to us. I mean.. I can make a "tornado" and "kill" them all." She added air quotes with her perfect fingers, "though the fact that the weather for the next week is just cold conditions doesn't really do anything, and also these people will be looked for. Honestly I think Plan A we could get done in a night, pick off sick people, meth addicts, hookers." Elli' paused and shrugged. "It won't take long at all. And with our soul power it will be easy, they won't stand a chance." Biting her lip she paused for a minute, the perfect idea popped into her mind, "We could always take out a brothel, whore house, it's illegal so nobody would report it. A bunch of women all gathered together wouldn't take long to execute, that kind of merges both plans."

She folded her arms over her stomach and then noticed a sweater on the back of her chair. It was pale blue and the tags were still on, on the front in burgandy was written American Eagle. It would work. She slipped it on and sighed knowing her flat tummy wasn't shown anymore.

The thought of agreeing with Atema made her want to gag, but she came up with two fairly decent plans. Either one would work, but inclement weather causing the death of fifteen people? That would be a little far fetched. She nodded to herself, thinking her plan was fairly decent. Maybe Atema and her could possibly work together in this.