<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/4p2FwwY/starfire12.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday 1st May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House Of Mystery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Long, deep purple, wrap jumpsuit with very high frontal thigh slits and very low V neck (as pictured – extra reference (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/11/21/5bf55eaa12cd4a268770d8f0/m_5bf55eab035cf1946d4b8cbf.jpg)) paired with purple glitter stiletto heels (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/c2/95/8ec29537732242b186d245a5e299314a.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Constantine / Zatanna / Lucifer / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><hr/>The dark-haired woman stared curiously, and Koriand’r unashamedly stared back; her equally curious gaze sweeping down and up the stranger’s form. The black and white outfit reminded her of the uniforms worn by the bar staff at Lucifer’s club, but Lux this was not, and hers was a face she had definitely not seen before. Most curious of all intrigues to Koriand’r, aside from the fact that no one seemed to be alarmed by her threatening posturing, was the fact that the woman in black and white didn’t seem to have a clue who she’d just summoned. The bronzed alien followed the woman’s weary glare at the man next to her, and now it was his turn to be appraised by a down-up stare whilst Lucifer promptly answered the woman’s question. Obviously, she didn’t understand the poignancy of the new song that he played against the piano, nor did she understand the meaning of the other man’s phrasing –<em>‘brass tacks…?’</em>; she did however, react to actions speaking louder than words. Namely, the sudden red flare of what seemed to be some sort of energy field or barrier effectively surrounding them whilst separating them from the two strangers. The whites of her gritted teeth flashed from underneath her curling upper lip. As annoying as it was to be lost in translation slightly, actions and signs had the universal power of transcended the meaning of words.<br/><br/>The triggered Tamaranean Princess had been imprisoned once before, and her captors had inevitably felt her blinded wrath as though vengeance had been written in the stars. Yet she also knew how complicated energy fields could be, and as much as she wanted to launch a starbolt at her prison, she also couldn’t risk the deflection of her blast back at the piano and more importantly, the man playing it. Without a doubt, had it just been her entrapped behind the barrier, she would have risked it without a second thought, but the fact that she had to be careful only added to her agitation. Scowling at the male stranger, she heeded his words, but didn’t like the threat that lingered within his confident tone. It was still a mystery to her what might happen if she tried to breach the barrier – and she was even more tempted to try it now; but apparently the man believed that it was capable of burning Lucifer. Considering the fact that he’d been nothing but kind and welcoming to her since she’d crash landed in his club’s car park, she didn’t take too kindly to anyone threatening him. So when the stranger cast his attention towards her, her scowling glare was less than amused. The combination of his words and tone, however, were unexpected, and therefore gave her reason to pause. For one, he genuinely sounded apologetic, and secondly, he clearly wasn’t responsible for stealing her away from the club and imprisoning her in this strange place. The so-called ‘handsome and touchable’ Lucifer had been the prime target, the very same Lucifer who’d asked her to hold onto his arm back in the club just moments ago…<br/><br/>The penny dropped, causing Koriand’r’s glare to shift towards the anomaly at the piano. No doubt he was the target of everyone’s attention by now, as he airily just tinkled away at the piano keys. Here on his ‘own’ business, he said. Her eyes narrowed at him. He’d said his business was urgent. That he was being contacted by someone and yet, communication barriers aside, it was clear to her that no one seemed to know who anyone was around here, beyond their side of the circle. Then again, could Koriand’r really claim to ‘know’ the man of many mysteries at the piano?<em>Definitely not</em>. If he had deliberately brought her here with him though, then the bigger question was<em>why</em>? Did he know that he might be threatened? She had promised him a favour, to protect him if he was ever in trouble, in exchange for him helping her. He had already fulfilled his half of the bargain. Would she now be fulfilling her half? It was sooner than expected, but in spite of her agitation and reflex defensive posturing, she also wasn’t comfortable with the idea of harming these strangers, until she knew what their crimes were, or until they gave her a reason to solid retaliate.<br/><br/>For now, it seemed like the dark-haired male was content to exchange questions and answers, and determine that he too, was not under any threat. In that case, the burning energy in her palm was slowly re-absorbed into her body, as a gesture of faith and goodwill. Folding her arms under her generous bosom, Koriand’r listened to Lucifer give his own response. His ability to lift objects was nothing new to her. Neither was his preference for consistently making ‘deals’ with people. There was a warning in his tone, but there was also lingering agitation in her own tone, as she directed her words at him first.<br/><br/><strong>“Yours are not the only plans that have been disrupted. You said you had ‘urgent’ business, but you do not even know their names, and they do not appear to know who <em>you</em> are. I do not believe this disruption was truly as urgent as you claim.”</strong>Pointedly glaring at him questioningly for a beat – it was his fault she was imprisoned here, after all; the disgruntled Princess of Tamaran shifted her attention to the two strangers. With them, her frown eased into a more neutral and slightly more approachable expression.<strong>“You will learn that making deals is his ‘schtick’,”</strong>she shamelessly echoed the phrasing he’d taught her. With feet touching down toe first, the flames in her hair died down as she slowly approached the edge of the circle.<strong>"You have my word, as the Princess of Tamaran, that neither he nor I are a threat to you. But I too, have a request."</strong>Pausing just inches from the flared red edge of the energy field, she stared directly at the male and female ahead of her.<strong>"I will not hesitate to answer your questions, but I ask that you first remove this barrier. I do not wish to cause you harm, but if you refuse to free us from this prison, then I will have no choice but to test the limits of your shields.”</strong><br/><br/>Though she had relinquished her previous starbolt, on cue, another flared within her raised palm, ready to make her own actions speak much louder than words.<br/>