<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br/><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span><br/>is on <em>the restricted floor</em></div><br/>At Brad's threat Red's eyes narrowed, and she didn't budge until he threw Dyllan on to the ground.  Only then did she notice her heart was racing and her hands were shaking.<br/>Whether or not it was brought on by adrenaline or fear didn't matter, she and the others had managed to get Brad off Dyllan...for now.  After shooting Brad another dirty look she moved over to the geek on the ground.<br/><strong>"Geeze, he didn't hit you yet did he?"</strong>Red asked.  He looked so frightened, like a shivering little bunny.  If Red were a girl from a shojo manga this would be the moment when her eyes became all googly and sparkly and some dramatic scene was made by lots of hashing and tones, and she would have a dramatic inner monologue about how she needed to protect this delicate and pretty boy.<br/>But this was real life and all that really happened was that she gave the poor boy a goofy grin.<br/><br/>She could already hear Max pilling on the insults needlessly, but decided not to say anything this time.  Red had asked him if he could tone it down during inappropriate times like this, but she knew she couldn't stop him.  Instead she just gave him a friendly nod as a greeting.<br/><strong>"Max and I didn't invite you here, Brad."</strong>Red said, her tone implying that the very idea was ridiculous.  Everyone knew she had better things to do with her time, like fix her MTG deck.<strong>"Same as you, I got a mysterious letter from someone."</strong><br/>Turning back to Dyllan to help him up, she noticed he had suddenly balled up on the floor.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh god, are you okay?"</strong>Red asked as she kneeled next to him, her tone of urgency almost ruling over worry.<strong>"Are you hurt?"</strong>She barely even noticed Raye come in and hand Brad her note.