<i>Missy.</i><br/><br/>Ziggy rolled her eyes so hard, she expected them to dislodge and make a messy escape from their sockets. Even with such a response, the woman took several steps backward so she wasn’t within reach of the monster she was babysitting. “Try not to draw too much attention, yeah? If you’re not careful, we’re gonna have a light show on our hands.”<br/><br/>When she said the latter part, she hadn’t meant Theo. On the contrary, her hope was tied to his ability<i>not</i>to make a scene in the middle of a relatively populated city. Her mistake, really. Expecting anything metahuman to not destroy a building in the process of their day-to-day lives was obviously too much to ask. Ziggy watched in mild dismay as his form changed, and when the shock had no sooner subsided, the Count was flung through the air and into the side of a building. Ziggy was left with two possible options.<br/><br/>One, she could leave and let the Count deal with whatever heat he drew thanks to his sloppy Laeline feeding. Two, she could stay and watch the furthered chaos unfold. The first option would have ensured her continued existence, removing her from potential danger and possible detection from mundane,<i>but…</i>she felt responsible for the Shade. He wasn’t her responsibility, true, but she had just walked him to a Laeline and left him to his own devices. That was enough reason to feel the notable pinch of guilt when the idea of leaving came up.<br/><br/>Sighing, she began a slow gait toward where the mangled body had landed. She<i>knew</i>he wasn’t dead. After all, he had already been dead and that hadn’t kept him from walking around, talking, and making poor decisions.<br/><br/>“<b>You dumb fuck</b>.”<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="7082" data-username="@Lurktastic" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7082/">@Lurktastic</a>