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Deep blue waves churned within the deadened mind as she sat lotus levitating at the end of the hall to no where. Her state of mind was somewhere between the
present day and the past overlapping in stark contrast. The mental landscape continued with the ebb and flows of the tides she focused on to sort out the
strands of thought that had held her conflicted this day. Good verses evil, regret verses what little good she'd done in her new life. The resolve
shattered by the interjection akin to that of a wild beast flailing after being stung on the snout by her namesake as the venom worked it's magics.
A long suffering sigh escaped her along with a tuft of dust from hardly used lungs as she sunk to the floor and took to wandering toward that which had
disturbed her meditation. Finely tuned and pointed ears twitched tracking down the noise amid the maze-like halls of the Legendary base finding
Genau'Goeg, the mammoth wild beast flailing and clawing at her own flesh. Mag, hopelessly trying to calm her down as the blood of the beast had painted a
new shade on the walls and effects. Grunting and huffing as she raced from object to object, scratching her back against it like a bear would on a tree.
Mag offering to take the wild one to someone who could help, Vyper knowing he was just trying to get her out of the base before she broke anything in her
blood-rage over the annoying thing that plagued her so. Talk of Icon had the dead chiming in "I'll accompany you." Mag stopping short of his
trying to talk her down with this odd sort of pause and glance toward Vyper. A glance she'd grown used to over her years. That mortal twinge when faced
with the silent stalk of her curse. Mag hid it well, Genau'Goeg never bothered to have it. Mag coaxing the snorting frustrated Gen into the teleporter to
the nearest Icon, Vyper quietly following.
At sight of the epics entrance the lessor known filtered out, the final few strays evacuating the moment Mag explained to the Icon employee what work needed to
be done. The red eyed, raven haired thing merely hovered surveying each person in passing with mild attention to detail. A process set into motion as she
turned her attention to the work of a shaken hand with blades to the back of the blue scaled one. Mag's resolve breaking down as he turned a shade green,
the stench of seeping pus wafting over Vyper with it's putrid, acidic, brine. Her intrigue winning over the compulsion to evacuate as she heard Mag
choking back the urge to vomit. "Disgusting...but...fascinating" she replied dully with her eyes tuned to the process.
The massive beast flailing under her annoyance still refused to sit still. Not like a pair of shears would effect Gen in the slightest but should the mortal
hand guiding them slip to strike true there was an epic healer present to remedy the minor issue of death. Mag in a glance emitted for Vyper to help to
contain Gen's motion for the cuts to be made. Vyper bearing this sort of amused glance back at him knowing she would do little except bleed profusely
should Genau slip into her rage. Cuts made as seepage caused Vyper's nostrils to twitch in disgust over the stench that filled the place.
The Icon employee screeching in disgust over being asked and performing the task before fleeing to the back room. Mag mentioning their inability to return in
a sighing way as both the beast and her caretaker shuffled toward the door. Vyper made no motion to exit, causing Mag to toss a questioning glance back at
her. Her reply was a fairly simple non expressive blink as the reddened eyes turned toward the mess in Gen's wake. Once again her feet unfurled to the
floor as she drifted in her way to the back of the shop following the Icon employee while Mag and Genau slipped out the front door.
The mostly harmless Vyper slithered up behind the employee who was chanting about not being paid enough as he angrily threw all his personal effects into a box
intent on truly quitting. His eye catching the reflection of something moving behind him as he whipped around startled to see her standing less than a foot
away from him. Deep red eyes peering at him over the tops of her pitch black sun glasses. A hand pulled to his chest denoting that she'd spooked him but
by looking into those red eyes he fell into a silence that froze him only to drop him to the floor unconscious.
A genuine smile shattered her stoic repose though it commuted more like an imp about to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting victim. her evil streak bubbling up
internally held her pupils wide as she stared unblinking down at the carcass at her feet a moment. A mental reset triggered after a long pause, clearing her
throat as she filtered to the janitorial closet for a bucket and some washrags and set out to clean up after the gore left behind. Only the application of
bleach and carpet cleaners managed to overpower the permeating gasses. Vyper could still smell it over the harsh cleaners though mortal would have
difficulties picking it out over the overpowering scents.
As she dumped the bucket of slime and cleaners down the drain running the tap full blast to be sure it didn't stop to further spread throughout the Icon
the employee rose from his nap. "Wh-what-" in a flickering motion Vyper was once more face to face with the employee as he backed startled once more
by her sudden closeness. Red eyes capturing his gaze as his sentence froze in his throat. Between them, a gap of five inches and a mile worth of silent
pause. The sound of her drawing breath split into a chord much akin to the first inhale of an accordion before it played.
She kept her voice in a practiced whisper as she spoke clearly, calmly and oddly commanding for her known temperament. "What did you see today,
hum?" this voice held several overlapping tones that ripped through his mind like a well practiced opera singer hitting the same tone of a glass to
shatter it into pieces. He couldn't help but recant the whole of his ordeal with Genau in great detail back at her. Again, her voice still in those
divided tones replying "That- never happened." her eyes still locked with his seemed to flare a demonic flame behind the glassy surface. "Are
you here for a makeover?" he asked as the whole affair deleted itself from his memory in an instant. Her voice switching back to her normal monotone,
breaking her locked gaze with a loft of her brow a moment "Yes, actually."
