The grounds of Ringmore Suites extend quite far, for all that it is centered in Tamarind. The gardens are seperated by low box hedges, carefully trimmed into perfect rectangular shapes. The closest garden to the hotel is a formal affair, an English garden with perfect geometic shapes bordered by perfect stone paths. In the chill of late winter,
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[ooc: There may be a few minutes worth of time for interaction with either Lee or Crowley after this. Lee's headed out into the gardens (brothers_three: Loz, now would be the time, I'm thinking). Crowley back into the Ball. Both have engagements that must begin around 11, so no long conversations are possible. OOC reactions following the link above. IC reactions here - people outside might've witnessed this fight, people mystically attuned may have felt the flare of power here. If you want them to, they can. And they'd almost certainly feel it as soon as Lee starts flinging the shrubbery around in the next post (which is very much WIP and sexx0rs) or when Crowley and Anita get to going, which is about 10 minutes after this post, 15 max.]
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Formal gardens. Peaceful. Late, no one would be out. Good idea.
And if she ripped up a bunch of bonzai, who the fuck would care or know come morning?
Eyes blazing bright blue power she could no longer dampen and could barely control, her only thought was to get away from innocents. Without risking flight.
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Loz noticed movement to his right and he just turned to it long enough to see who it was. Fucking hell she looked hot, her red hair was accented by that small black number she was barely wearing.
However, by the way she held her shoulders, he could tell something wasn't qutie right. Her anger...rage, screamed around her in a vortex of energy that nearly crackled, causing the hair to stand up on his arms.
He stopped walking and frowned as he watched her...not walk...stalk with a dangerous prowl he recognized and knew....this couldn't be good.
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Loz.
Her eyes blazed out, defiant. Would he get in her way? She stopped. Turned. Looked back at him.
The expression that met her gaze was one of understanding. And concern.
And he had a girl with him. Whatever the girl was, she wasn't like her. Or Loz. That much she could understand. Someone she needed to be away from. Loz would understand. He always did.
Without a word or a nod or a gesture, she moved off. Stalking somewhere to unleash her fury.
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Loz came to an abrupt stop, and she yelped, barely able to keep from crashing into him. She righted herself and looked up questioningly, finding that he was staring into the distance. She followed his gaze and saw...
Well, she wasn't quite sure what the hell she saw. A woman -- one of the most beautiful she'd probably ever seen, if it hadn't been for the blood and the wild blue light streaming from eyes almost feral -- was approaching them from the opposite direction. George swallowed as those eyes fixed on Loz, and then on her, piercing and so, so angry.
Then as soon as she'd appeared, the strange-beautiful woman turned away from them and was gone. George realized she had Loz's arm in a death-grip, and forced herself to let go.
"W-what the fuck was that all about?" she wondered out loud, her voice
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It would have made a great pickup line to get under George's skirts if he would've been of that mind. Unfortunately, Lee's passing was just that portentous and Loz's mind hadn't gone down that road.
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