Rafalia Tredecim
You could count to ten or twenty, but Methuselah would not truly engage into battle with whatever grim arsenal he possessed so long as there was easy collateral damage around, or the thought of it on his mind. Not as long as his spirit swelled for others out of concern.
Rafalia clenched her hand behind her back, staring at him. Freeing him from remorse would be that simple of a gesture, and then he would certainly fight with all his might. The substance of his actions removed from consequence could no longer hide, the truth of what he would do for his principles bare to see. But at this point it would be excessive. It was precipitated to put him through that just to see how he would cope afterwards when she had not even tasted of his will as he had chosen.
So impatient. That wasn't like her. But she could do as the dark god had asked. She turned away decisively, and with a swish of shadows her clothes were replaced by the black and red uniform of the Bleak Academy, its tassels jingling almost mutely in the air, its military bearing making the greatness of her presence undeniable. People responded better to figures of authority.
Her eyes honed in on the two securities who were running in in their dark blue uniforms and caps, a man and a woman, and she dashed in front of them, clicking over the floor onto what was probably personal space. At least if the surprised yelp and the shaky but commanding warning were any indication. The excrucian announced herself with a clipped "Excuse me!"
"What the hell -"
"H-hey, back off! Are you with the mess that's going on?"
Rafalia stopped instead of shaking her head, leaning back only slightly to the interjection before responding as if she hadn't heard them. "I don't think you want to be here right now," she spoke, her stance darkening dangerously. "But yes, kinda."
The two took a moment to look at each other dubiously, hesitating to step away from her, and Rafalia followed on their silence to pull away one of their walkie talkies, brandishing it in an instant with dull acknowledgement. "Could I use this for a minute?"
The choked protests of the security guards were no match for her, and shortly after the speakers of the building buzzed with static before delivering a professionally calm message filtered through the electronic chaff of the equipment's years.
"All customers, please make your way down from the second and third floors of Building Two and exit the premises orderly. For your safety please follow these instructions with haste and at your earliest allowance. We apologize for any disturbances and hope to be able to compensate you in the near future."
