See you on the Malibu beach

The girl was a bit taken aback when Dread stepped between them, and before she could argue that she was fine, the conversation devolved before her very eyes. It was all feeling a bit personal, and she felt like an unwelcome observer. Clearly it was a fight they needed to have but it was the ultimatum that ripped a snort from her throat. "Ma was an Abraxas once." The sneer on her face said more than words ever would. "Good ter know Ashen allies hold as much regard fer their own." It was all leaving a foul taste in her mouth. Her mother hadn't seemed to suffer for the loss of a name, but then again, maybe she was a bad example.

Deluge wouldn't make Dread come with her, and she wouldn't let her presence affect his decision either. This was a choice he would have to make on his own. She looked to the younger Fatalis and dropped her voice. "Yer know where ter find me." The bleeding gash on her leg had lost the advantage of adrenalin and it was starting to burn and itch, but she refused to carry the limb as she turned back toward the archipelago. She wasn't much in the mood for a party, but she could sure do with a drink.

Before she could get three steps though, Scald appeared and her brows drew down head tipping in a what the fuck? gesture. The snap to her ear was met with an affectionate rumble and a grazing of teeth upon cheek. She listened with interest, doing her best to keep they hyena like cackle that wanted to burst from her chest to a wheezing exhale of breath. Whose fucking hair brained idea was this? Surely, the warlord's first thought would be trap? "Yer wastin' yer time bro, we should get back ter th' party." Old man stick in the mud was far too proper to parlay with the likes of them, surely?