<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma170wW8YH1rxnmcvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Layla Ambrosine Le Blanc (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195974.msg9564486#msg9564486)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Cordelia and Jason<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Robichaux's Academy, the library, Ancestry Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday the 13th of June, Early morning<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112765205)<br/><hr/><br/>Layla pushed from the door frame and nodded as Cordelia confirmed what she had already thought. Short and sweet was what Layla was expecting. Even now when Jason refused to come up from his lair when told it was mandatory she would still be lenient with him. It was part of what made Cordelia who she was, but part of Layla saw it as being a push over. To each their own or all that jazz,<strong>"Right,"</strong>she said keeping her answers short,<strong>"And yeah I understand needing practice, but with the people we currently have I worry about the future of the coven."</strong>she said with a shrug. It was still early and probably a bit harsh to judge some of them already, but Layla lived on the realistic side of things. So trying to sugar coat what was before them now wasn't possible for her.<br/><br/>Layla laughed a bit as Cordelia spoke,<strong>"This is my way remember."</strong>she said with a shrug of her shoulders,<strong>"They don't have to like me, simply respect me and most of this entire coven. I may not seem it and honestly feeding one or two of them to something would be entertaining, but I will do what is best for the coven and you know that doesn't mean I have to play the happy big sister for them either."</strong>she said looking to Cordelia with a shrug before the slipped down the familiar stairs into the basement below. Leaving the comment about Cordelia being mother alone, the soft smirk that came to her lips was her only admission she would share on her acceptance of the little fact.<br/><br/>Stepping into the smoky room Layla half expected to see Jason with a blunt sticking out of his mouth. The scent of dragon’s blood filled her lungs first, followed by a flowery slightly earthy scent and then the underlying layer of embalming fluid. Most would be overwhelmed by the mixture but Layla found herself perfectly comfortable as she entered the darkened room. Jason had clearly made the space his own despite not having completely unpacked.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted about the room, his projects scattered about made her smirk. Each one would be a welcomed addition to her room as far as she was concerned. It was the first time she had seen the collection since his arrival, but she couldn't help but like it.<strong>"Hey...you sell these, because there is like...half a dozen of these I call dibs on if you do." </strong>she said as she looked over an interesting looking Franken mermaid until the light shuffle of a curtain caught her attention. Layla was about to ask about it...or more likely going to go take a peek when Jason spoke up.<br/><br/>Layla nearly smirked as he mentions being the weirdo in the basement. She didn't think him weird, well at least in a weird in a way that displeased her. Then again that probably only made her that much weirder herself.<strong> "I don't poke around peoples spaces unless invited,"</strong>she said with a shrug to his coming to see him comment. She out right snicker though as he mentioned Davin's nose bleed,<strong>"Yes there was, Devin just sprung a random leak. Granted I'm not sure if he was trying to use a power and broke something or was simply staring at Theo to hard and his hormones exploded."</strong>she said with soft chuckle,<strong>"Theo went to baby him so it’s probably all taken care of by now."</strong>she said knowing Theo was more like Cordelia with her softer touch and tender loving care. Layla would have simply stuck a tampon up his nose and called it a day.<br/><br/>Tilting her head she watched as Jason worked on the project before him. Working on closing up the newly reworked critter as he asked about what was happening.<strong>"I suppose I should let Cordelia explain what is going on." </strong>she said looking to the older woman. Stepping back Layla took the short moment to look over some of his work again. Not touching any of course, as she knew how irked she could get when people did that. Still it was far too interesting to ignore as Cordelia explained the situation. Only when Jason asked about bringing some knives, already Layla could sense Cordelia's thoughts and just smirked.<strong> "How about I bring mine instead that way you get to listen to both your parents, and it keeps Cordelia from fretting far too much."</strong>she said reaching to the back of her hip and pulling out a neatly floated straight blade (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/Laylasblade_zps40c5a79a.png).<strong> "I assure you, need be it slices through skin like butter."</strong>she said knowing that little bit of information first hand. The visible scars and marks on her arm were more than proof of her knowledge on the subject even if you didn't already know her history. Letting him get a good look at the blade she slipped it back into its hiding place, the cool metal against her hot skin was always an oddly soothing sensation.<br/><br/>