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Dominic grinned. "Sounds like a grand idea." He said and he too floated on the water. "Aside from the water, What else do you like?" He asked as he floated beside her. He couldn't help think of her as a beautiful water nymph as she floated in the water. The light from the pool catching the water drops on her face, Dominic tried hard not to stare.

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Junix looked up at Marcus and over at Brooklyn. "Junix will be fine. she just has to sharpen her glamour, that's all." She said. The Human guise she wore would have protected her some from the iron smell but she was still new. She focused a little after standing on her own. She felt her human glamour tighten on her body and the dizziness faded. "All better." She said and grinned sheepishly. "Junix isn't used to Ironside yet."

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Symone blinked. They're thoughts were all colliding at once, she couldn't make out many words. She did managed to use the ones as context clues.
Andrew died?!
What the fuck?

Nobody told her....granted it's been one thing after another since she's got back, guess no one got around to it. "I--I guess I'll give you guys some time alone then. Welcome back, Andy." She said somewhat sheepishly as she walked toward the stairs. Suddenly, she was stopped. There was a demonic aura here. Something wasn't right. She was glad for Andres' 'gift.' She turned back and looked at Ashley and Andrew. Her focus sharpened on the little girl. "What are you trying to tell me?" She asked herself quietly before trekking up the stairs again.

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"HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!" Victoria hollered, clenching her fists. "You are a banshee,,you were to take his soul and made sure it never came back! Yet, the son of a bitch is still HERE!" Victoria yelled at the Banshee Queen. "Aofie, I thought you wanted revenge for what they did to my father? There was a plan, in place to make that happen but you fucked it up! Now how are we going to get the girl to kill my brother's whore? Hmm? Tell me!" She screamed, her little chest rising and falling, as her face was twisted in rage.


(Naughty little girl...isn't she?)