>>21439984`Does she think us scared of a little fire? Does she not know of our history?`
**Look at her chest. It was clearly not her brain which developed.**
> "Please be careful! There is something different about this one!"Persephone involuntarily shudders at the hand of Cassie Kade upon their shoulder. Pandora seems to be suggesting she did not know it was this woman who owned the club, but there is... something about the much taller, much more muscular redhead which is going to be hard to forget. Cassie references the snapping of fingers, and Persephone silently curses themself for being too brazen; their methods are not and never will be 'secret', but for someone to so openly mention them is not ideal, especially as Cassie's hand tightens around Persephone's shoulder and the question is asked of just how this night will end.
"What makes you think the fire will harm us, or our... friend?"
With unbroken eye contact -- green to green, as it were -- neither was willing to be the first to... stop. It is a game of chicken, then. Persephone would not risk Pandora, this was true, but as the flames crackled around the trio, and the handful of patrons left hiding out of sight, it had never been so tempting to The Black Witch to say nothing, do nothing and... see what happened.
Glasses shatter and artwork dissolves from the walls, slumping to the floor in unrecognisable blobs. The sound system begins to falter, a macabre soundtrack as the vinyls warp and equipment melts. The flames draw close; whether it would end Persephone's existence is a question to be determined, but there is no denying the heat and the beginnings of blisters on skin. The clamping on Persephone's shoulder could mean... many things. Was this Cassie Kade implying she would not be injured by the fire? A bold gamble. Though, there are supernatural forces at play in this town outside of Persephone herself, they could feel that from the moment they left the woods.
