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Sitting to one side of the inn with a novel and a rather bored look in his eyes, MacPere simply took the key out of his pocket again and stuck in the respective keyhole, turning it to return the inn to normal.

"This guy really doesn't get the point, does he..." He muttered to none in particular, slotting the key back into his pocket.

Tries her best to keep clear of Max's attempts to toss out the other male, chest heaving slightly as she shifted to fully fall to her a** now, leaning back, head spinning she released a low grunt, muttering slightly, her words acidy, "Dammit.."

Waves a hand, chuckling roughly, "No, not hurt at all over here." She moves to stand, whistling for Bo. The little sprite darts down from up stairs, trilling angerly at what he see's. She moves over to the bar an crawls up into a stool, resting on the counter.

D suddenly appeared as a dark shadow. He gripped Lee roughly around the neck and stalked towards the door, boots making noise as he walked across the floor, "you're not welcome here," he said simply before opening the door and tossing him out. He said nothing more and shut the door, allowing Alex to walk in under his arm, bruised, but looking as bored as ever.

He then turned to look at Angeles, standing on the stairs, ready to shoot the man D had just expelled. Her hair was still white, her eyes green, but that was the only similarity between what she used to be and what she was now.

Normal pupils, ears and nails rounded, the seductive body had gone to being plain pretty, and her skin had a soft pink hue to it. Her breath was heavy and shaky as she held onto the handrail for support swallowing hard once before lowering her gun and shaking her head. She looked absolutely terrified.

((I think it's kind of become an unspoken rule that getting your a** thrown out is pretty much automatic.))

Sosol had seen Lee pop in a good three times that day alone, each time ending with a cloud of dust outside from his landing. Even in his large amount of patience, this was starting to get irritating. The third was done by D, and as his gaze wandered to the stairs, his jaw dropped.

No...it can't...she would never... "A-Angeles...?" He asked, honestly unsure whether it was her or not. Did she have a sister? No, five centuries eliminated that possibility...

Max remained up in her room, typing frantically as she sent the news and dealt with the reactions. Yes, Lee was back...yes, he was still crazy...yes, she would likely need some help.

"You've got plenty here, you know," Tyler said, reading over her shoulder. "The Knights, the GMO...myself, of course."

"I know...but I'm more of a liability than anything else. Maybe I should disappear for a while..."

"What, and have every last person here worried sick about you?" Tyler asked harshly, peeking over and obscuring her view of the monitors. "You're safer here, and you know it. Besides, Remy wouldn't have it; you've done quite a number on him..."

Azana lay upstairs, looking at the ceiling. She had passed...not aced, but passed all the same. She would never tell the others, but she technically wasn't supposed to be flying about like she had been...not without the license that now sat on her nightstand. With a satisfied smile, and the hope that Sosol would be joining her at some point soon, she closed her eyes to try and sleep.

Gren stared at Angeles. "A-...wh-what the..." He walked briskly over with a stare. "What happened..?"

Gren smirked. "You wanted to, even after a taste?" He sat down by her, taking in the new look. "Do they...know the circumstances behind that?"

"Fair enough..." he said, patting her back gently. "I...guess we could switch you back somehow, but..." His voice trailed off slightly, giving Angeles a contemplative look. "I think I could argue your case, if you want it."