Goodnight's Kip
Goodnight smiles at Nitro. His easygoing manner and rueful acceptance of the situation remind her of Vicki, or dear, departed Bianca, and she's glad that he doesn't blame her for losing her drek in the tunnels. She's ashamed of that outburst but he doesn't seem to want an apology, so she decides to spare them both the awkwardness. Instead she nods and replies, "Thank you, Nitro. Its nice to be remembered, even if under less than ideal circumstances." She shrugs one shoulder artlessly and stands in a graceful motion. "You're absolutely right about the others. Give me a minute to get my dancing shoes on and we'll get this show on the road."
Goodnight disappears into the next room, taking both sword and pistol with her. As she leaves, the pastel-toned woman with the green hair reappears. She smiles a small smile at Nitro and gathers up everything Goodnight had left behind, humming a sprightly little tune under her breath. As she runs her hand over the wood of the table, sweeping up bits of vizzy cloth and various small detritus, Nitro can see that the wood grain has changed in the wake of her casual touch, and its color has altered subtly. When she sweeps everything off the tabletop into her free hand, a half-dozen spray roses, little blots of color, blossom out of the side of the coffee table, only to be broken off and tucked into her hair, where they sprout leaves and vines and other little blooms, becoming a chain of red and yellow in the waterfall of green. She takes one such rose from her hair and holds it in front of her, looking at it idly, and after a moment it darkens to a midnight blue. A single curling thorn grows from its back, turning it into a sort of buttoneer and Flower offers it to Nitro with another quick smile.
Goodnight re-enters the room only a couple of minutes after she'd left, just as Flower is handing the rose across. Her secondskin is back in place, but now it's augmented by heavier boots and a long leather jacket, a Vashon Aces number in black to match her hair and catsuit, with a royal purple silk scarf tied in an artfully messy fashion around her slender throat. Purple-tinted mirrorshades cover her eyes, and there's a pistol under her right arm. Her mageblade sits on her left hip, and there's a long knife in one boot. The closeness of the SecondSkin and the fine tailoring of the outfit make her glamorous and sleek and sexy still, but now its the beauty of an elegant weapon rather than a showpiece. She turns to kiss flower on the cheek, and Nitro can see "Дар Ворона" picked out in silver on the back of the jacket, and the silver heels of her boots click on the hard floor as she turns around and asks, "How do I l-"
She and Nitro get the message at the same time and she freezes, then looks at Nitro to see if he got it too. "Want to do this remotely like he says?" She asks tensely. "I have a spirit that can speed us on our way if you'd rather get physical."
Nacht
Victoria's magic doesn't allow her to see the astral, but to a Banshee, astral space is just another sort of hunting ground and her infection makes it as natural to her as the mundane world. She sees the druid easily enough, and she knows that he has to see her, with her infection and quickenings and her own considerable power. She doesn't bother trying to mask or hide, instead letting her power blaze true even as she moves to cover the family and Aaron, ready to summon spirits and hurl deaths mystical and material the second things start to go south.
