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The lights snapped out in the waiting room. Cyrus leapt up to his feet and looked over at Dinah accusingly, but Dinah just lifted her hands in confusion, indicating that she had absolutely nothing to do with it. For once she WASN'T the one killing the electrics. They'd made everything modular partly because Dinah kept inadvertently breaking stuff with her ability so as even if her powers did spark off she could only take out one room at a time. Evidently this was a lot more than one.

She reached out and got a glass of water that sat on the table, dipping a finger in and creating a bloom of luminescent algae that lit up the room dimly. It was enough to see around properly, and Dinah hurried it into the other room, where chaos had erupted with Aubrey.

Cyrus scowled though. Main power and backup power goes at once? Some kind of magic was involved. He was pretty certain about it.

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Oren was waiting in the corridor. She was a vampire, and being in the dark was absolutely no problem for her. Of course it wasn't the dark that was the issue, but all the other things that wouldn't work.

When Midnight re-appeared the vampress looked up, seeming grim, albeit not exactly upset. These kind of things didn't really upset Oren. She'd seen far too much grim stuff to get flawed by many things.

"I assumed as much." Oren responded with a nod. She was aware that they had some means to change that though. Oren had never really been a fan of the whole 'magical' way of doing things, the whole 'spirit world' bullshit that Amirah and Helena seemed to bang on about, but there weren't really any alternatives that were worth considering.

She waited at the back and watched their little ruse regarding the captive sleeper. It was brutal, but effective given the situation. Oren couldn't say she had an awful lot of sympathy for the woman. Regardless of what the sleepers did with their agents, they were murderous bastards at that point, and in Oren's opinion were best put down like a killer dog.

Regardless, it seemed to work, with the usual side effects.
"Well, considering how many brain cells you're likely to lose by dying, I'm not exactly surprised." she responded.
"If this carries on we're going to have more undead teenagers in this place than live ones."

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Helena stood in the corridor listening to people planning, running her fingers over the hilt of the knife that she had stuffed into the pocket of her coat. She wanted to go and get there and do something, but Garrett had had them go in, and now things seemed to be at a halt with people arguing over how to deal with matters.

Helena had waited outside the door for most of it, feeling impatient. She had heard a lot of what had taken place Aubrey's death and eventual return, and she felt sort of bad that she didn't feel more...part of it. Invested in the outcome, feeling some kind of wish for things to turn out okay. And yet as much as she would like to tell herself she was desperate to see AUbrey come out of things okay, she felt like she was lying to herself a little in doing so.

"Well, how much would him dying effect you really?" came the question, as she cast a glance over at Leviathan, who had thought to ask.
"I spend all my time listening to the lies people tell themselves and it tires me. His death would not really matter to you, not truly, just like your death would not matter to him, or most of these people that you'd laughably refer to as your friends. Your family, I'm sure, Garrett, certainly. Others? Well, they might say they they value you, but everyone tells the same lies to themselves in order to pretend to be a 'good person'. And that kind of indifference would be fine if it came on an equal footing but....you know it doesn't, don't you?"

The demon places its clawed hands on her shoulders and spoke into her ear.

"You went along to try and help that Bravo girl when the wolves took her, and how does she repay your kindness? By shunning you and pushing you away like you're some sort of monster. It concerns me that you spend far too much time trying to aid in the troubles of those who wouldn't return it.

They all rush to save the others, don't they? When it was you in trouble, didn't it all seem to be a bit of an afterthought? Didn't you feel like they just seemed to have better things to do when it was the half-breed bastard that needed them?"


Helena cringed inwardly. She hated hearing stuff like that, not in the least because the more she heard it the harder it was to tell if it was fanciful or whether her trying to tell herself things were okay was the fanciful version.
"Pleas,e just leave me be for a bit, I need to think some stuff over."

"Alright, but I hope you're not about to back out of our little deal. That'd make me sad." Leviathan replied with an extremely false look of disappointment, before she found herself alone in the corridor once again.