(open) When the mirror talks back.

"i'm part of your damn security team that's who i am, and as such i'm required to try and keep the peace and stop fighting which i have done for a moment" he said indicating that they were now at the least teaming up on him, he got on his internal radio [Jace to security i might have a problem in the rec room stand by i may need help]

"Negative," interjected Chlorate, "You cannot escort father to the brig." She was ready to jump in and stop Jace from handcuffing Mark, even if it did mean putting up a fight.

Adilis and Adria's wings got soaked by the water, rendering their butterfly wings droopy and heavier thanks to being weighed down by water. As a result, the little bugs were now flightless. They precariously wobbled around, trying to stay upright since their balance had been thrown off by the water making their wings heavier. "Oh great, who did that? Seriously?" groaned Adria.

Problems in the rec room? Jace had no idea what world of trouble was now just outside of the door. Koroleva Lezviy laid a gentle hand on the door. For anyone in the room, the entire door would light up, before turning to dust and bright blue ash.

And in stepped the masked killer. Carrying two guards with both her left arms. Though she just dropped them once she was inside the room. They seemed to be twitching, groaning. And suddenly, one started screaming in fear. It was obvious they were drugged and hallucinating. Anyone who know of her easily recognized the two as the guards assigned to her. "No... Death," she stated simply. Walking past the group. Leaving them in their haze.

They wouldn't die. As she promised when being taken in. When reaching Mark, she turned on her feet and pressed her back against him. A rather obvious gesture of protection for Mark, an even bigger taunt for anyone even considering to get close to Mark. The sheen of countless shivs under the dirty cloth being near unmissable. "Meat~.." She murmured under her breath. "Fight?" She huffed out.

"Hon, I love you, but I don't think your brothers would listen to me short of punting them in the cocks hard enough to make a trans woman jealous. At least not in this state." Rose's tone was flat, almost annoyed as she turned to the soaked Elysian.

"Sorry about the mess. Let's get you dried off and cleaned up. There should be some towels in my office... Er... Sarah's napping room."