(Author's note: the chatlog of portions of this write up can be seen here, here. and here.)
The door was left ajar as she stepped out from the acclaimed marked 13A, removing herself from that presence with but a single agonizing thought: Rid of the evidence in hand. The evidence in question was a singular bowl that resembled salad tupperware, something that she had merely discovered in the room after the exchange of words, and heated conflicted. Within it contained the remaining ashes of but one of two important figures in her life in Rhydin. The other, she knew, lingered just below, tending to an afternoon drink.
Emerging from the narrow hallway, to the break within the wall that descended to the commons below, the faint noise of buzzing conversation could be heard. Mismatched eyes scaled the wall nearby, keeping her line of sight devoted to something other than awkward glances that threatened to break her subconscious; the layers of her reality. Sliding onto her bottom, she sat atop the stairs and watched through the banister, and the conversations being had. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling of her own conversation; something biting at the back of her skull like a venomous snake. Something she could recall they discussed some time ago?
"What's the point of these statues, anyway? Why are they so important to those at Somul that they need to guard them with their lives?" Alex asked, his own research being set aside as he inquired his youngest daughter.
"Legend has it that they're ancients from another world. Ancients that possess such vast magical power, they could possibly be what gave us the existence of it, to begin with," she half-responded with, resorting to pulling her knowledge from a notepad that was spread out on the desk they shared. "They say that once upon a time, they lived normal lives as we do now. But they were transformed at the will of the people they governed."
"Governed? You mean they're leaders?"
"Some seem to think so. They're the patriarch's and matriarch's of their world, and when they were transformed, so was the peace they guaranteed. Forces of the Gods, I assume."
A slow blink acknowledged Alex's understanding, swirls of emerald focusing on the two they currently possess within the basement of the Villa. "And there are more of these?"
"There are four, if we're judging them from what history has laid out for us. They manipulate the control of Fire, Water, Earth and Air, respectfully." Ayaka explained, her well of eternal understanding yet to cease where magic was concerned. "If the four were ever to reunite, some believe their shackles would be abolished, and their reign reestablished."
"I see. Then they're?Gods, that Maho is attempting to revive?"
"Maybe. Or maybe he's attempting to reunite them for something much darker. He is siphoning magical power from students at the school? killing them? to power his own creations, as we speak." Ayaka's teeth gnashed together as she dared to speak aloud about the terrible things she'd witnessed before now. Her gaze lowered away, the book in hand snapping closed and tossed to the table. "Regardless, with the power of Gods at the fingertip of the possessor, the limits are endless?"
A thin smirk crossed Alex's lips as his gaze moved to settle on Ayaka, a broad hand resting atop her hand to ruffle blonde locks messily. "Then let's get our act together? together, we'll find the means of accomplishing it."
Ayaka's hands clutched the container within his grasp firmly. So firmly in fact, her knuckles had begun to whiten; the underneath of her fingernails a mixture of blue, red, and ivory. She had little desire to lose what it was she carried with her, without the understandings of why. But with little time to realize her actions, and ponder them, such would be left to the mystery of her own reality, and merely be forced to accept that for when the time came around.
Mismatched eyes darted toward the door, back to the altered Trueblood, and back again. She had the urgings to whip and run, never look back; wash her hands of something she didn't want to be tied up in, anymore. But that was the makings of another somebody, and she was not prepared to accept something other than what her destiny cried out for her.
Ayaka watched as Lain turned her attention upwards towards her position, never skipping a beat, and observed as Lain circled around the siding of the stairs, and stood at the foot of them, looking up and far to where the taller, newly developed blonde sat. Even the singular calling of her name didn't startle her, despite the fact that Lain, of all people, shouldn't know that Ayaka was? Ayaka.
"Gee, Mommy. You're brighter than daddy," she obnoxiously announced, coupled with a brief hint of disappointment. She was amused, tickled to her very core, when she was able to get the jump on somebody merely because she appeared different. She rose to her feet, ever certain to keep the bowl, and it's contents, within her grasp.
"Way-way-wait, mommy?" saying that last word a little too loud, and dislodging a hand so she can wave it side to side, the rings along her fingers glinting. "I'm not'cher 'Mommy,' don't call me that." Although her mind is furiously tossing the mention of Alex over and over itself, and it shows with the pursing of lips, and flaring of nostrils.
"Maybe not matroclinal, you're not," mismatched eyes rolling, her annoyance always flaring to the boiling point when Lain found things so literal to respond with. Just for that, Ayaka decided against altering her wording to appease her false-mother. "How are you, mommy?" Ayaka asked, her posture dipping as she relaxed a leg.
A roll of her own eyes matched Aka's, however Lain's weren't two colors, and neither were Aka's the last time she remembered. She spared the bowl she was carrying a moment's worth of attention before zeroing it back hardcore on Aka's, visibly older, face. In fact... "God, what did you do.." as she shakes herself from her daze and back into motion, continuing with her plan of going up the stairs, albeit a whole hell of a lot slower than before.
Ayaka's disappointment progressed, "Not so bright," Ayaka restrained as she spoke; remaining watchful as Lain ascended. "You care?" she inquired, words pronouncing her flabbergasted feeling.
"Well obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be even payin' ya any mind, schway?" Lain stops on the second to last top stair and grips the handle as she leans and catches a better look at Aka. Yeah, this was it... she didn't feel like she used to, hardly at all. Everything that now assaulted Lain's sense was hot. Humid, searing, burning. "Good fricken god, kid'jer like..." waving her hands to illustrate 'taller than her,' words spoken softly.
Humidity was always an issue when close to Ayaka, for it was part of whom she was, now. She herself could barely remember the extension of her own person, and it commonly lead to humorous results. At least, where she was concerned. "M-hm. That's all you got to say?" Granted, Ayaka was taller than Lain, now. But, for some reason, resorting to conversation of height was not the pinnocale of interest. A small jiggle of the container was given, eyes flicking to it before rising back to Lain.
"Words ain't my forte, gimme a second.." still in disbelief at all of this, then with a vengeance, her mind snaps back into something resembling working order. Softly, she said, "So you DID blast th'bejeesus outta that place.." thanks to a bit of mental tweakage from Kidlet #2, Lain's able to recall such an event. " .. God, Alex is gonna be.. no-" shaking her head. "No, you've already seen him, haven't you? What did he say?" the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
There we are? precisely what it was Ayaka was hoping this stretch of interaction would reach towards. A momentary turn of her head over a shoulder kept the slacking masquerade intact, as though she was half expecting her father to appear at the landing. "Blast?" eyes drifting to one side in wonderment as she asked, before turning back around to Lain. "Nah, that place had it comin' since before I showed up." Her words reflected a recent encounter, rather than that of which Lain spoke differently of, for sure. "'n, yeah, I did. Speaking of, think you can handle this for me?" The clutches of that sealed salad bowl was lobbed granny-style to the trueblood. Ridding of it from her grasp, she immediately began flexing her fingers to work the feeling back into them. She was rather grateful.
A bit startled at that, she nearly topples down the stairs trying to catch it, but inside swings around and not-so-gracefully crashes into the railing. It squeaks with her weight. Loud. "Uh.. suuure.." peering at it at eye level, looking at it through the bottom. It's what looks like... "Dirt," looking from the bowl to Aka, back and forth, then continues to study the bowl. "This is a bowl of dirt.." confused in tone.
A slender, blonde brow lifted to Lain's confused observation, lips churning downward into a frown. It wasn't the optimal direction she was hoping for, at this extent. "Uh, yeah. I guess. Put it with the other dirt. Don't mind the color," waving a hand a dismissal as she began to walk down the stairs to the ground floor.
"The color?" blinking. Another lifting of the bowl so she could look at it through the bottom. It all looked like a sickly gray to her, fine as sand, and light as hell. Shifting in her lean, she braced the bowl against her stomach and pried the lid up with her nails. It burped a cloud of dust and magic that hit her square in the chest like two ton weight. A sense of foreboding trickled over her like water, and her throat closed as she continued. It was nearly a minute before she could look properly inside. Green, gray... lavender. Her hands shook so violently, she almost dropped it when she whirled and stared bloody murder after Aka and bellowed in a voice that was as high and shrill as a banshee's. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Even though she was being shrieked at, she took it quite like a champ, eyes moving towards Lain as she whirled about, "I handled a situation. I have another following this one, if you don't mind?" Innocence was key. Briskly spoken, she inferred haste.
She had to put it down, or else she would drop it. It, not HIM, she willed herself to think. Once she got the cap secured along the rim, it tumbled out of her hands and bounced a few steps away, spinning around on its base. But Lain was preceding it by a good mile having launched herself from the top of the stairs with such speed she only left a trail of red and black behind her. One foot hit the ground and pushed her into the air, the other unfurling from its curled position. She didn't know what she was trying to kick, just something, ANYTHING.
She'd refute some mentioning of violence, but was being blindsided by a fast trueblood. There was a vivid streak of vulgarities as she fumbled backwards. A wall was her net, catching her after but a few steps, and leaving in plain sight charred streaks in her wake. Nothing but a mere touch was required to sustain such marring. She left a vast imprint of her presence, the caked heat that dribbled off of her, present on the wall. And she didn't even seem to notice?
The top of her shoe was hastily being eaten away, but she didn't care. She was lucky she loved heat as much as she did. A pained yell was forced from grit teeth as she spun round and bounced off a leg to propel her once more into the air, this time a fist pulling back, but it wasn't just a fist. Invisible balls of concentrated force spun around over her knuckles, her fierce, pissed anger becoming more than merely evident.
Mismatched eyes widened at the continued onslaught, reacting much like a rodent would and ducking beneath Lain. Scurrying some feet ahead, she snatched up that tupperware, and danced her way onto the steps once again. Facing Lain, she scowled loudly, "You do know violence is of the uneducated, poor mindset?" Ayaka accusingly proclaimed, fingers tightening immediately as the container rested between hands.
And thankfully the inn was self healing, for the six foot wide explosion of wood, stone, glass facing into the alleyway wouldn't have boded well for tourism. Lain stayed in that position, watching the wall crawl back into its previous formation, and she stared at it, willing the warm water pooling in her eyes back where it came. Her head turned towards Aka with crystal blues flashing a brilliant white like a dying light bulb. "Then what does that make you? You were the most violent and pissed off out of all of us!" Her eyes narrowed as she watched Aka pick It back up, silently cursing herself for not gluing it somewhere to her person or stashing it somewhere safe before she flew off the handle.
"Base~less!" she sang to Lain, holding the container like a makeshift shield before her in protection. "Maybe not the best person to take this rubbish out to air dry."
"Baseless..?" dry in tone as she turned about slowly. As if by a breeze, her blue-black hair whipped back from her face and neck, followed by her over shirt. Her previously raised fist lowered to join the other by her side and they both clenched with enough force to cut flesh. "Clueless more like, but that doesn't matter now. Because you've obviously matured," sarcastic, "didn't get your way, SO YOU KILL HIM?!" As she made her way forward, the tables and chairs in the immediate vicinity began to rattle and vibrate in their places. Her shifting eyes were locked on one thing, and one thing only - the bowl. She needed to get it back.
"This only ensures it, mommy," smiling innocently as she holds the bowl up and over her head; simulation of a bully enticing the smaller. "You have your own objectives to settle for, and are of little bother to me," she declared to the trueblood. "So deal with it, and stay outta' my situation, schway?" Mockingly. The tupperware was lobbed once again, this time towards the center of the commons. It'd settle as a distraction, she'd assume.
Oh no, the Nexus didn't. Any who'd previously known Lain would consider some kind of miracle that she was able to calm herself down given the circumstances. With eyes still flickering between blue and white, she thrust her arm out to the side, and instead of just falling right down, the morbid bowl flipped over and over itself before it zoomed into her outstretched hand. Her long fingers closed protectively around it, and she brought it to her chest like a schoolgirl would a book. Lain couldn't muster anything resembling coherent speech, and just hugged the tupperware to her chest. If Alex was... if he was REALLY in there, then she didn't have any reason at all to deal with this girl anymore. She was more than happy to wash her hands free of her existence, but found it hard to do so. Because in reality, Aka didn't do anything wrong save this. And this... this was like kicking a newborn baby in their mouth to Lain. She wouldn't forgive this. Ever.
Ayaka quietly 'har-umphed' as Lain caught the object in question that was thrown. Lifting two fingers to her brow, she mimicked their salute in greeting at Lain's back. Parading back down the stairs, she heaved her way for the door and made her escape. "Let daddy know his statues will go to a better purpose, Lain-doll!" she called over a shoulder. And once she was outside, with a flimsy door between she and just about everybody present within that didn't seem to give much care to the two causing a ruckus, she sighed a simple breath in total relief.
Ayaka made her way from the porch, pivoting on a heel to observe either direction of road that crossed on by her. Connor was already at the Villa, more than likely working the statues together. Snatching the radio up that dangled at a hip, she pulled it close to her mouth, clicking the button so she could talk. "How's it going?"
Sssssssssst.
"Damn, must be out of range?" she uttered, twisting the volume down to low before releasing the square device. Taking one, final glance over a shoulder, she briskly took off down the street to head to one other location within the city.
The door was left ajar as she stepped out from the acclaimed marked 13A, removing herself from that presence with but a single agonizing thought: Rid of the evidence in hand. The evidence in question was a singular bowl that resembled salad tupperware, something that she had merely discovered in the room after the exchange of words, and heated conflicted. Within it contained the remaining ashes of but one of two important figures in her life in Rhydin. The other, she knew, lingered just below, tending to an afternoon drink.
Emerging from the narrow hallway, to the break within the wall that descended to the commons below, the faint noise of buzzing conversation could be heard. Mismatched eyes scaled the wall nearby, keeping her line of sight devoted to something other than awkward glances that threatened to break her subconscious; the layers of her reality. Sliding onto her bottom, she sat atop the stairs and watched through the banister, and the conversations being had. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling of her own conversation; something biting at the back of her skull like a venomous snake. Something she could recall they discussed some time ago?
"What's the point of these statues, anyway? Why are they so important to those at Somul that they need to guard them with their lives?" Alex asked, his own research being set aside as he inquired his youngest daughter.
"Legend has it that they're ancients from another world. Ancients that possess such vast magical power, they could possibly be what gave us the existence of it, to begin with," she half-responded with, resorting to pulling her knowledge from a notepad that was spread out on the desk they shared. "They say that once upon a time, they lived normal lives as we do now. But they were transformed at the will of the people they governed."
"Governed? You mean they're leaders?"
"Some seem to think so. They're the patriarch's and matriarch's of their world, and when they were transformed, so was the peace they guaranteed. Forces of the Gods, I assume."
A slow blink acknowledged Alex's understanding, swirls of emerald focusing on the two they currently possess within the basement of the Villa. "And there are more of these?"
"There are four, if we're judging them from what history has laid out for us. They manipulate the control of Fire, Water, Earth and Air, respectfully." Ayaka explained, her well of eternal understanding yet to cease where magic was concerned. "If the four were ever to reunite, some believe their shackles would be abolished, and their reign reestablished."
"I see. Then they're?Gods, that Maho is attempting to revive?"
"Maybe. Or maybe he's attempting to reunite them for something much darker. He is siphoning magical power from students at the school? killing them? to power his own creations, as we speak." Ayaka's teeth gnashed together as she dared to speak aloud about the terrible things she'd witnessed before now. Her gaze lowered away, the book in hand snapping closed and tossed to the table. "Regardless, with the power of Gods at the fingertip of the possessor, the limits are endless?"
A thin smirk crossed Alex's lips as his gaze moved to settle on Ayaka, a broad hand resting atop her hand to ruffle blonde locks messily. "Then let's get our act together? together, we'll find the means of accomplishing it."
Ayaka's hands clutched the container within his grasp firmly. So firmly in fact, her knuckles had begun to whiten; the underneath of her fingernails a mixture of blue, red, and ivory. She had little desire to lose what it was she carried with her, without the understandings of why. But with little time to realize her actions, and ponder them, such would be left to the mystery of her own reality, and merely be forced to accept that for when the time came around.
Mismatched eyes darted toward the door, back to the altered Trueblood, and back again. She had the urgings to whip and run, never look back; wash her hands of something she didn't want to be tied up in, anymore. But that was the makings of another somebody, and she was not prepared to accept something other than what her destiny cried out for her.
Ayaka watched as Lain turned her attention upwards towards her position, never skipping a beat, and observed as Lain circled around the siding of the stairs, and stood at the foot of them, looking up and far to where the taller, newly developed blonde sat. Even the singular calling of her name didn't startle her, despite the fact that Lain, of all people, shouldn't know that Ayaka was? Ayaka.
"Gee, Mommy. You're brighter than daddy," she obnoxiously announced, coupled with a brief hint of disappointment. She was amused, tickled to her very core, when she was able to get the jump on somebody merely because she appeared different. She rose to her feet, ever certain to keep the bowl, and it's contents, within her grasp.
"Way-way-wait, mommy?" saying that last word a little too loud, and dislodging a hand so she can wave it side to side, the rings along her fingers glinting. "I'm not'cher 'Mommy,' don't call me that." Although her mind is furiously tossing the mention of Alex over and over itself, and it shows with the pursing of lips, and flaring of nostrils.
"Maybe not matroclinal, you're not," mismatched eyes rolling, her annoyance always flaring to the boiling point when Lain found things so literal to respond with. Just for that, Ayaka decided against altering her wording to appease her false-mother. "How are you, mommy?" Ayaka asked, her posture dipping as she relaxed a leg.
A roll of her own eyes matched Aka's, however Lain's weren't two colors, and neither were Aka's the last time she remembered. She spared the bowl she was carrying a moment's worth of attention before zeroing it back hardcore on Aka's, visibly older, face. In fact... "God, what did you do.." as she shakes herself from her daze and back into motion, continuing with her plan of going up the stairs, albeit a whole hell of a lot slower than before.
Ayaka's disappointment progressed, "Not so bright," Ayaka restrained as she spoke; remaining watchful as Lain ascended. "You care?" she inquired, words pronouncing her flabbergasted feeling.
"Well obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be even payin' ya any mind, schway?" Lain stops on the second to last top stair and grips the handle as she leans and catches a better look at Aka. Yeah, this was it... she didn't feel like she used to, hardly at all. Everything that now assaulted Lain's sense was hot. Humid, searing, burning. "Good fricken god, kid'jer like..." waving her hands to illustrate 'taller than her,' words spoken softly.
Humidity was always an issue when close to Ayaka, for it was part of whom she was, now. She herself could barely remember the extension of her own person, and it commonly lead to humorous results. At least, where she was concerned. "M-hm. That's all you got to say?" Granted, Ayaka was taller than Lain, now. But, for some reason, resorting to conversation of height was not the pinnocale of interest. A small jiggle of the container was given, eyes flicking to it before rising back to Lain.
"Words ain't my forte, gimme a second.." still in disbelief at all of this, then with a vengeance, her mind snaps back into something resembling working order. Softly, she said, "So you DID blast th'bejeesus outta that place.." thanks to a bit of mental tweakage from Kidlet #2, Lain's able to recall such an event. " .. God, Alex is gonna be.. no-" shaking her head. "No, you've already seen him, haven't you? What did he say?" the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
There we are? precisely what it was Ayaka was hoping this stretch of interaction would reach towards. A momentary turn of her head over a shoulder kept the slacking masquerade intact, as though she was half expecting her father to appear at the landing. "Blast?" eyes drifting to one side in wonderment as she asked, before turning back around to Lain. "Nah, that place had it comin' since before I showed up." Her words reflected a recent encounter, rather than that of which Lain spoke differently of, for sure. "'n, yeah, I did. Speaking of, think you can handle this for me?" The clutches of that sealed salad bowl was lobbed granny-style to the trueblood. Ridding of it from her grasp, she immediately began flexing her fingers to work the feeling back into them. She was rather grateful.
A bit startled at that, she nearly topples down the stairs trying to catch it, but inside swings around and not-so-gracefully crashes into the railing. It squeaks with her weight. Loud. "Uh.. suuure.." peering at it at eye level, looking at it through the bottom. It's what looks like... "Dirt," looking from the bowl to Aka, back and forth, then continues to study the bowl. "This is a bowl of dirt.." confused in tone.
A slender, blonde brow lifted to Lain's confused observation, lips churning downward into a frown. It wasn't the optimal direction she was hoping for, at this extent. "Uh, yeah. I guess. Put it with the other dirt. Don't mind the color," waving a hand a dismissal as she began to walk down the stairs to the ground floor.
"The color?" blinking. Another lifting of the bowl so she could look at it through the bottom. It all looked like a sickly gray to her, fine as sand, and light as hell. Shifting in her lean, she braced the bowl against her stomach and pried the lid up with her nails. It burped a cloud of dust and magic that hit her square in the chest like two ton weight. A sense of foreboding trickled over her like water, and her throat closed as she continued. It was nearly a minute before she could look properly inside. Green, gray... lavender. Her hands shook so violently, she almost dropped it when she whirled and stared bloody murder after Aka and bellowed in a voice that was as high and shrill as a banshee's. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Even though she was being shrieked at, she took it quite like a champ, eyes moving towards Lain as she whirled about, "I handled a situation. I have another following this one, if you don't mind?" Innocence was key. Briskly spoken, she inferred haste.
She had to put it down, or else she would drop it. It, not HIM, she willed herself to think. Once she got the cap secured along the rim, it tumbled out of her hands and bounced a few steps away, spinning around on its base. But Lain was preceding it by a good mile having launched herself from the top of the stairs with such speed she only left a trail of red and black behind her. One foot hit the ground and pushed her into the air, the other unfurling from its curled position. She didn't know what she was trying to kick, just something, ANYTHING.
She'd refute some mentioning of violence, but was being blindsided by a fast trueblood. There was a vivid streak of vulgarities as she fumbled backwards. A wall was her net, catching her after but a few steps, and leaving in plain sight charred streaks in her wake. Nothing but a mere touch was required to sustain such marring. She left a vast imprint of her presence, the caked heat that dribbled off of her, present on the wall. And she didn't even seem to notice?
The top of her shoe was hastily being eaten away, but she didn't care. She was lucky she loved heat as much as she did. A pained yell was forced from grit teeth as she spun round and bounced off a leg to propel her once more into the air, this time a fist pulling back, but it wasn't just a fist. Invisible balls of concentrated force spun around over her knuckles, her fierce, pissed anger becoming more than merely evident.
Mismatched eyes widened at the continued onslaught, reacting much like a rodent would and ducking beneath Lain. Scurrying some feet ahead, she snatched up that tupperware, and danced her way onto the steps once again. Facing Lain, she scowled loudly, "You do know violence is of the uneducated, poor mindset?" Ayaka accusingly proclaimed, fingers tightening immediately as the container rested between hands.
And thankfully the inn was self healing, for the six foot wide explosion of wood, stone, glass facing into the alleyway wouldn't have boded well for tourism. Lain stayed in that position, watching the wall crawl back into its previous formation, and she stared at it, willing the warm water pooling in her eyes back where it came. Her head turned towards Aka with crystal blues flashing a brilliant white like a dying light bulb. "Then what does that make you? You were the most violent and pissed off out of all of us!" Her eyes narrowed as she watched Aka pick It back up, silently cursing herself for not gluing it somewhere to her person or stashing it somewhere safe before she flew off the handle.
"Base~less!" she sang to Lain, holding the container like a makeshift shield before her in protection. "Maybe not the best person to take this rubbish out to air dry."
"Baseless..?" dry in tone as she turned about slowly. As if by a breeze, her blue-black hair whipped back from her face and neck, followed by her over shirt. Her previously raised fist lowered to join the other by her side and they both clenched with enough force to cut flesh. "Clueless more like, but that doesn't matter now. Because you've obviously matured," sarcastic, "didn't get your way, SO YOU KILL HIM?!" As she made her way forward, the tables and chairs in the immediate vicinity began to rattle and vibrate in their places. Her shifting eyes were locked on one thing, and one thing only - the bowl. She needed to get it back.
"This only ensures it, mommy," smiling innocently as she holds the bowl up and over her head; simulation of a bully enticing the smaller. "You have your own objectives to settle for, and are of little bother to me," she declared to the trueblood. "So deal with it, and stay outta' my situation, schway?" Mockingly. The tupperware was lobbed once again, this time towards the center of the commons. It'd settle as a distraction, she'd assume.
Oh no, the Nexus didn't. Any who'd previously known Lain would consider some kind of miracle that she was able to calm herself down given the circumstances. With eyes still flickering between blue and white, she thrust her arm out to the side, and instead of just falling right down, the morbid bowl flipped over and over itself before it zoomed into her outstretched hand. Her long fingers closed protectively around it, and she brought it to her chest like a schoolgirl would a book. Lain couldn't muster anything resembling coherent speech, and just hugged the tupperware to her chest. If Alex was... if he was REALLY in there, then she didn't have any reason at all to deal with this girl anymore. She was more than happy to wash her hands free of her existence, but found it hard to do so. Because in reality, Aka didn't do anything wrong save this. And this... this was like kicking a newborn baby in their mouth to Lain. She wouldn't forgive this. Ever.
Ayaka quietly 'har-umphed' as Lain caught the object in question that was thrown. Lifting two fingers to her brow, she mimicked their salute in greeting at Lain's back. Parading back down the stairs, she heaved her way for the door and made her escape. "Let daddy know his statues will go to a better purpose, Lain-doll!" she called over a shoulder. And once she was outside, with a flimsy door between she and just about everybody present within that didn't seem to give much care to the two causing a ruckus, she sighed a simple breath in total relief.
Ayaka made her way from the porch, pivoting on a heel to observe either direction of road that crossed on by her. Connor was already at the Villa, more than likely working the statues together. Snatching the radio up that dangled at a hip, she pulled it close to her mouth, clicking the button so she could talk. "How's it going?"
Sssssssssst.
"Damn, must be out of range?" she uttered, twisting the volume down to low before releasing the square device. Taking one, final glance over a shoulder, she briskly took off down the street to head to one other location within the city.