[OOC: Sorry Kenna for jumping the queue, girl. But it was for a good cause(!). ]
The Verbena has largely been ignoring the squabbling that's been going on behind [and around] her. She is, in a manner of speaking, there in a professional capacity after all. That being: to help fix whatever had transpired. If fixing it was even (as far as William was concerned) a possibility. The negativity within the study has only seemed to resonate more strongly the longer Ned and the Doctor argue.
Kiara has finished assisting Margot enough that the younger witch should be able to soldier on. She opens dark eyes and sets about cleaning up her belongings to the score of:
"Your judge of character in circumstances such as this is about as spotty as your scientific definitions of the spirit world..."
"Oh well ex-cuuuuuse me! I guess we're just going to forget about the time you thought making deals with a noncorporeal entity that calls itself The Keeper of Secrets was such a good idea you had to kick down my door in the middle of the night--"
"-Says the asshole who brought a Dreamspeaker to our doorstep because he fucked up her ability to cross the bloody Gauntlet! How do you even--"
There's a moment when Kiara's eyes meet Margot's. She offers her a long, commiserating look. Then breathes out slowly. Her eyes close for a moment and there's a building energy in the room: the casting sort. The surge of rejuvenation that the Verbena brought with her intensifies. "Would you both - " Kiara Woolfe pushes to her knees. "Stop it."
Pain.
Agony hits both Andrés and Ned square in their abdomens.
(so this was what a cursing felt like).
It feels, there can be no other word for it, as if they're enduring the worst sort of cramping in their bodies. As if they were entering the throes of labor. Gripping contractions, as Kiara's flashing anger turns on both. "William is lying on the floor. Your friend. Your Cabalmate. You can having your ... magical pissing contest after he's okay. So he can sit here and keep the peace."
With that, she grabs her bag and makes for the door.
--
Kiara
[Life 2 - Curse of Macha: WOULD YOU BOTH STOP IT. Usual modifiers. La dee da.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN3 (5, 5, 9) ( success x 3 )
Kiara
[Life 2 - Birth Pains timeout for you both. 10 minutes. Extending.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN4 (1, 7, 10) ( success x 2 )
Doc
[yeah. we both deserved that. thanks babe <3 ]
Kiara
[welcome <3]
The Verbena has largely been ignoring the squabbling that's been going on behind [and around] her. She is, in a manner of speaking, there in a professional capacity after all. That being: to help fix whatever had transpired. If fixing it was even (as far as William was concerned) a possibility. The negativity within the study has only seemed to resonate more strongly the longer Ned and the Doctor argue.
Kiara has finished assisting Margot enough that the younger witch should be able to soldier on. She opens dark eyes and sets about cleaning up her belongings to the score of:
"Your judge of character in circumstances such as this is about as spotty as your scientific definitions of the spirit world..."
"Oh well ex-cuuuuuse me! I guess we're just going to forget about the time you thought making deals with a noncorporeal entity that calls itself The Keeper of Secrets was such a good idea you had to kick down my door in the middle of the night--"
"-Says the asshole who brought a Dreamspeaker to our doorstep because he fucked up her ability to cross the bloody Gauntlet! How do you even--"
There's a moment when Kiara's eyes meet Margot's. She offers her a long, commiserating look. Then breathes out slowly. Her eyes close for a moment and there's a building energy in the room: the casting sort. The surge of rejuvenation that the Verbena brought with her intensifies. "Would you both - " Kiara Woolfe pushes to her knees. "Stop it."
Pain.
Agony hits both Andrés and Ned square in their abdomens.
(so this was what a cursing felt like).
It feels, there can be no other word for it, as if they're enduring the worst sort of cramping in their bodies. As if they were entering the throes of labor. Gripping contractions, as Kiara's flashing anger turns on both. "William is lying on the floor. Your friend. Your Cabalmate. You can having your ... magical pissing contest after he's okay. So he can sit here and keep the peace."
With that, she grabs her bag and makes for the door.
--
Kiara
[Life 2 - Curse of Macha: WOULD YOU BOTH STOP IT. Usual modifiers. La dee da.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN3 (5, 5, 9) ( success x 3 )
Kiara
[Life 2 - Birth Pains timeout for you both. 10 minutes. Extending.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN4 (1, 7, 10) ( success x 2 )
Doc
[yeah. we both deserved that. thanks babe <3 ]
Kiara
[welcome <3]