[While all of this insanity is going on, Zoisite's sitting at the kitchen table. Three beautiful ladies are seated with him. They're not fighting, they're not arguing, they're not even looking mildly bothered by the chaos going on outside
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Now, now girls. Behave yourselves.
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She pours herself a cup of cold coffee before shoving it in the microwave, and then washes her hands of blood and grim. Her hair is a mess, her clothes are disheveled and stained, and she's positively exhausted. The microwave beeps and she pulls out the coffee, muttering a curse when it burns her, before pouring more than a fair share of sugar into the cup. She heads to the table, sets down her cup, and sits down in one of the chairs.
She finally takes a good look at Zoisite's company, and promptly spits hot coffee everywhere, subsequently choking on it, too.]
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Zoisite glances at the girl - perhaps smirking a little too much once he notices her situation - but pauses at the sight of her.] What happened to you?
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I don't really think you want me to list the things that have happened to me in the last couple of days. [she gestures at the youma] When did they get here?
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