A Time to Heal

[ibn_al_xuff]

It is difficult to spiritually cleanse a room where so many souls have passed through; some have suffered before passing the veil. He pours the fresh water into his silver bowl and mixes the salt until it becomes diluted and the water clears. This is not ordinary table salt. It was mined in a very sacred place in India. It will soak in the

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[caleb_z]

Said subject is standing right there, however. Even the sudden disabling of portions of his emotional and psychological makeup can't alter his highest priorities.

"Bird," he says softly. "I'm not certain what I'm doing to frighten you, but if you tell me what I'm doing I'll stop."

[damage_girl]

"Little Sister's too cranky." The Witch is at the end of the bar, no telling how long she's been there, but she's got a smirk like she's been watching.

She catches an anonymous glass of whiskey slid down the bar to her. She makes a mocking frown before a swig that empties half the glass. "Is the party no fun?"

[amelia_z]

"Wow, what a revelation! You're a bitch no matter where you are!"

Fine! Amelia won't ruin the party. In fact, there's an easy way to settle this. She puts her cigarette out. "We can do this. Yeah." Good! Great! Grand! Whatever!

"Drinks on me!" she tells the staff of Taras. She'll simply drink the Witch under the table in short order, and then someone can carry her sorry carcass out. "Keep 'em coming!"

[green_shield]

"Hey, hey, you're both bitches. You're both pretty and you both take up way too much of Caleb's mind so, uh, truce and a nice night?"

[ibn_npcs]

"Ladies, ladies, ladies. Theere's no need to fight over me. You are both the One. And I know you move in mysteries ways, but come on! We haven't found what we're looking for..."

[blind_will]

Whenever a new Tara takes the attention, however briefly, that's where the hovering, green-eyed spectre is hovering, just over her shoulder, sightless gaze starting off into space. All over, and yet there's never more than just the one of him.

[hotshot1280]

"I swear to GOD, you are all whipped!" Trevor exclaims, unnecessarily enunciating each word. The cane is waved again, and the two red-heads who are presently pressed against Trevor take up position around Travis instead, doing their professional best to give Travis something else to think about.

[damage_girl]

The Witch is suddenly on the stool directly next to Caleb.

'What's wrong with whips?' she mouths at him playfully.

[amelia_z]

Ugh. Amelia's feeling nauseous.

"Can you not be gross?" she asks The Witch with a hand over her face. "Look! You're disrupting the plants! And look at the silly chimp with a lampshade on his head! I bet it would help his cause if you were less obvious."

She nods affirmatively and grabs another drink, then laughs uproariously. "And Bono can serenade us."

[caleb_z]

Corrine's question leaves him speechless, but Amelia's snapping jars him back to reality. Caleb feels cornered, but is beginning to think that separating himself and Bird from the Witch...

Dear God is that woman hot. Anyway...

... but is beginning to think that separating himself and Bird from the Witch might be in everyone's best interest. And Ibn. Ibn can stay away from Bird, too.

He places an arm between Amelia and Ibn, and turns towards his sister. "Sod that. I don't really have the stomach for Corrine just now. Why, uh ... Let's go find out where else we might find ourselves."

[blind_will]

If the redheads distract Travis, it doesn't show. Indeed, if he even perceives anything in the room, it doesn't show. He floats there.

Only mention of finding somewhere else to go gets any attention. He tilts his head to the side, quizzically, though his expression doesn't change.

A grteen glow envelops the doors out, and they fade to just show walls where once there were ways in and out.

Travis goes back to hovering by a Tara.

[caleb_z]

The vanishing exits at once make the pureblooded demon nervous, triggering the one impulse stronger than his fight or flight instinct: Protect loved one.

Protect Amelia.

"And just what do you think your doing?" he demands as he pulls Amelia behind him, and backs away from the group. The jukebox seems to tear itself from the wall, instantly bringing the music to a halt and knocking over a table as it races to a hover before hurling itself at the over-sized window some distance behind Amelia. But rather than punch a hole through said window, it shatters against it, littering the floor with debris.

Caleb grows visibly tense as he sizes up the situation, and prioritizes perceived threats.

[blind_will]

Travis tilts his head again.
The damaged window area is enveloped in a green glow, and it too becomes a normal wall.
The debris remains, and the jukebox remains smashed... but for some reason, the music begins again, emanating from the speakers all around the room despite the lack of the jukebox.

Then Travis goes back to blindly gazing into nothingness.

[johns_demons]

"My what a lovely scene." She had felt the binding of the siblings together and wanted to see what was happening with her descendants.

But it looked like such a fun game to play, she just had to play too.

"All these lovely dolls for me to play with." Her fingers twitch out towards the duplicates while a smile that spoke of blood slipped onto her face.

[hotshot1280]

Trevor seems to twitch, and he absently motions the two men flanking him away as he sits his coat on the bar and his hands burst into flames.

[caleb_z]

The flash comes out of nowhere, sending a fifty caliber round through Trevor's forehead.