Jori's eyes drifted to the scene which Wacko had made in devouring Arianna. Her face, however, was unfazed. Being a bit of a vigilante, she was used to seeing carnage. In fact, she'd even<span style="font-style: italic">died</span>and seen in her realm's own hell worse fates.<br/><br/>Violet, however, wanted to scream bloody murder. She shut her eyes tight, wimpering. When it was finally over, with Wacko's gut filled with his victim, she leaned over and fainted... not before throwing up whatever was left in her belly. Tory, embarrased over her barfing, blushed as he picked up her frail bard body and totted her out, cradled like an infant in his arms... and he was amazed he, in his ropey rogue arms, didn't drop her form.<br/><br/>Jori, having heard her girlfriend hurl, immediately took responsibility. "Just a sec", she said to the interviewer. She tapped her finger to her head. Almost<span style="font-style: italic">Carrie</span>-esque, a strange whistling noise came from nowhere. Pointing a white clawed finger at the vomit, Jori whispered, "Begone". Out from nowhere a dark purple vortex appeared, sucking the vomit into it. Once the barf was swallowed up by the black hole, Jori snapped her fingers, dispelling it.<br/><br/>"Sorry about tha'. Needed to ge' rid of't. Teleport'd it t'th' sun." Jori shrugged. She would've loved to she the death of Wacko, by her own hands or by the contestants'. She feared that Wacko might have even been demonic, which made her dislike the seemingly-crazed being further.<br/><br/>Pointing her 'magic finger' back at the interviewer, she replied, "Oh, I doubt I shall view this -- transdimensional broadcast is near impossible. But I'd definitely view it again... if I live tha' long. Heh."<br/><br/>In her mind, she telepathically broadcast to the eavesdropper, Oh, by th' way. I've a secret love o' bellies. 'specially bein' inside one. Out loud, she asked, "So. Interviewer. Out of curiosity, what is your name?"