[Lois is seething now, her dark orbs catching the light of the flame and sparking with promises of slow and painful death for John. Her teasing, cultural references another unconscious parody of her sister, bizarre and warped and yet uncanny. Mortis gets to her feet, dusting off the snow sticking to her daintily, such a contradition: her demeanor so poised, so feminine in all of her actions, and yet behind all of her elegance there is such a harrowing, raw darkness. It's the kind of pitch that devours and consumes her and everyone around her.
She drops into a defensive stance, facing off against Kevin and Pyro. She doesn't fear either of them, confident that her skill as a dealer of death far outweighs the ravenous hunger of Kevin's powers. Still, she is outnumbered, and she looks around for her comrades, for Porter or Art. Any kind of backup.]
MORTIS - Kayt
[Lois is seething now, her dark orbs catching the light of the flame and sparking with promises of slow and painful death for John. Her teasing, cultural references another unconscious parody of her sister, bizarre and warped and yet uncanny. Mortis gets to her feet, dusting off the snow sticking to her daintily, such a contradition: her demeanor so poised, so feminine in all of her actions, and yet behind all of her elegance there is such a harrowing, raw darkness. It's the kind of pitch that devours and consumes her and everyone around her.
She drops into a defensive stance, facing off against Kevin and Pyro. She doesn't fear either of them, confident that her skill as a dealer of death far outweighs the ravenous hunger of Kevin's powers. Still, she is outnumbered, and she looks around for her comrades, for Porter or Art. Any kind of backup.]