<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oddly enough, knowing my luck I'd likely end up getting screwed with the teleport thing lol.  I'd rather take the sure bet, in my opinion at least, and go with the Fiendish Corruption bit instead.  'Sides, having a little sidekick might help in the long run.  As for the point, her magic tricks helped more than anticipated, although having those vampire boosts definitely helped, so I'll go with Mind if you don't mind.  ;D  No pun intended, I swear lol.</div></div><br/>She wasn't about to question why the room she had come from was not the same room she entered now.  After that rather prolonged fight, with a rather unexpected fatal finish, she needed time to get her head back together.  She had expected, hells, even wanted Xara to end up broken, defeated, and her life bound to the Fiend, but she hadn't expected him to kill her like that.  Death was something she had thought she had left behind her, but it seemed some cycles followed you wherever you went.  Thankfully, the sights and smells that awaited her did a little to calm her down, but it wasn't enough to completely dispel what she'd seen.  She knew she was being completely irrational about it, but that didn't stop Zerxel from going to the diluted wine bottle and pouring herself a glass, then a second.  Unfortunately for Zerxel, she had always treated her body as a temple, as such, her tolerance for alcohol was....sketchy at best.  So by the time Malefactus came in, the Drow rogue wasn't three sheets to the wind by any means, but her lips were a bit looser than was probably smart given her rather tenuous relationship with her counselor.  She was sitting on the couch, one leg propped over the knee of the other, and her red eyes fell on the Fiend the moment he walked into the room.  Despite her armor and equipment having been brought into the room, she hadn't bothered to dress, having planned to get into the bath to soak for a while after having something to eat.  So when he walked in, she was sitting there, naked as the day she'd been fucked senseless, which had happened fairly recently true, and a little tipsier than she'd been before, and a little stupidly brave because of it.<br/><br/>She started off kindly enough, asking questions about what to expect in the next level, the kind of places she'd likely run into this year, what might be waiting for her, things like that, but eventually she jumped to her feet, wine glass half empty still in hand, and started to pace the length of the room.  All the while she talked, before it became a full on tirade.  And all that started the tirade was a simple question.<strong>"Did you have to kill her?</strong>"  Which lead to an equally stupid, naive sounding tirade that was born of the stress and pressure of it all that was finally hitting her as surely as a hook horror's body slam.<strong>"I thought I knew what I was getting into, and Hells, I had no problem handing Xara over to a life of servitude, to you, but killing her?  Part of the reason I'm even here is to ensure no one else need die needlessly for foolish ideals, most of which can be lain at Pandora's feet since the day she came to this world.  Her fucking war and then this farce of a peace, yet it seems some of us just doesn't learn from past mistakes.  Xara represented everything I hated, almost everything, and I might have willingly consigned her to a fate possibly worse than simply dying, but....fuck, I don't know!  I just know that I'll keep my end of our deal, but I'm having some serious second thoughts about all this!"</strong>And then the reality hit her that she had just shouted....at a counselor....and he was not exactly of the goodly, kind hearted variety.  Needless to say, the color drained out of Zerxel's face as her red eyes widened.  She didn't react when the wine glass slipped from her suddenly very limp hand.<strong>"Oh shit....."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lol and there we go.  I couldn't resist a bit of self deprecating horror in this case.  :P</div></div>