https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/21372645/#21403786https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/21372645/#21409739Cassie’s eyes flit back and forth between Persephone and Pandora. Just as the former said, they are indeed now her problem. A problem that needed to be solved, in whatever form it should take in the future. As for the here and now however, Cassie’s club was on fire, through apparent magical means, and the longer that continued to be the case, the more money this would cost her.
In truth, health and safety wasn’t something Cassie skirted regulations on. The sprinkler system built into the venue should have smothered this blaze. The fact it hadn’t meant someone must have disabled it. No surprises there, given the strange control Persephone had managed to exert on the crowd earlier.
Cassie rests a firm hand on Persephone’s shoulder and maintains eye contact with her as she withdraws a small walkie talkie and issues an order into it. “The patrons are clear. Activate a full lockdown.”
There’s a metallic groan as metallic blast doors descend, sealing off all of Club Xtacy’s exits and windows. The lockdown function was initially intended as a security measure of last resort, should a rival organisation launch a full scale attack on the club. Cassie never would have imagined that when she finally had cause to use it, it would be to keep a threat within the building instead of out of it.
Her grip on Persephone’s shoulder tightens. “You and Pandora certainly are my problem. But this situation isn’t just a problem for me now, is it?” There was something magnetic about the conundrum that was Persephone, but Cassie manages to finally break eye contact with her, to focus on Pandora. “You say you’re here to make a statement. Well as things stand, we’ll all burn tonight, and your first statement will be your last.”
Once again, Cassie's glare shifts to Persephone. “Unless of course you snap your fingers and put a stop to this fire, just as you started it.”
