Chaos and Order...and So Much More. (Anaeria and Methos)

[Anaeria]

Cities. Sucked. Big time. Those were pretty much the only things that Isanya MacAllistair was thinking as she pulled her open-backed forest green jeep into the driveway of her newest home. The building was tall, old and clearly rather rundown, but there was a beautiful ivy network that wove and wandered it's way up two of the four walls of the building, the yard wasn't mowed or pesticide-ridden to within an inch of it's life and there were three fruit trees in the seventy foot yard, which were in full fruit now that it was the middle of summer.

Turning off the engine of her vehicle, which she'd had expensively reconstructed to use canola oil instead of gasoline, Isanya leaned back in the chair to just look up at the slightly imposing structure. There were better buildings all over the neighbourhood, but the six foot tall redhead wouldn't have any of them. Skin paler than flour, eyes a vivid, nearly poisonous green and flaming hair down to her butt that was tied back into an efficient braid to keep the unruly curls tamed, the woman climbed out of the vehicle and stood up after a moment of inner contemplation.

Dressed in a pale blue-white sundress that set off her hair and fair skin, the garment ended just over her knees and the same coloured high heels that ticked against the broken concrete of the driveway were spotless. The dress was fluid around her body as she bent over, leaning into the jeep to pull out an old fashioned sunhat, white with a light blue ribbon around it which in turn held a beautiful deep blue rose. The plant was alive, and a faint sweet scent could be smelled if one leaned close enough.

It had been nearly six months since her accident, when her previous jeep had flown off of a cliff face, successfully killing her deep in the Amazon Jungle land where she'd been doing research on a newly discovered type of bird that had the oddest ability to mimic it's surroundings simply by fluttering it's feathers. The paramedics hadn't shown up at all, but a tribe of indigenous peoples had....and they'd saved her. In so many ways she was newly reborn, and she knew her goals in life had changed considerably when she'd awakened a month after the accident to discover she was no longer human. It was during her next five months that she learned her new purpose and for the first time since then she was back in human society. If one could call it that. She knew what real societies were supposed to be like, and they were NOTHING like this cesspool of humanity.

It had been a shock when she'd first arrived at the airport of San Anroen and seen the televisions where supernatural people had come out of the closet and were now celebrities, protectors and whatnot of human kind. She'd rather quickly gotten used to it though by killing one of the least known villians who'd tried holding up the damned airport just as her plane had arrived. He'd been a complete idiot, following her when she'd told him she'd give him something 'good' if she followed him with his explosives strapped to his chest and his nasty physical deformity that made him non-human.

Who cared if the man was part chimp? She was worse, and had much more cruel plans for the world of humans than the idiot had. Turning away from the jeep, her heels ticked against the uneven cement as the redhead struck out for her new front door, too deep in thought to notice any of her surroundings, or the way that the tallest plants in the lawn and in the pretty stone plant-containers that ran all the way up the walkway on both sides, leaned in towards her as she passed, several browning ones turning green if they touched her skin. Just because she had legs now, didn't mean that they were her real ones. In the accident she'd been cut literally in half from the hips down, her legs amputated messily and fast. It had taken quite a long time for the shamans of the tribe to give her back a new set of movement-oriented limbs, and to embed the magic within her that would allow her to have legs or a tail if she so desired. She'd been turned cold-blooded as well, which meant she'd have to figure out a way to be able to go outside when it was winter without falling into a deadly comatose sleep so well known to her kind.

The movers had already taken care of her things, including unpacking her dozens of exotic plants, and the renovators had worked double time to prepare her new home on the inside, she couldn't wait to finally get settled, to figure out her first plan of attack on one of the biggest cities in the world. And to finally exact the 'cleaning' that she knew Mother Earth so desperately needed.

 

[Methos]

The world had become a strange place over the last few months. Something was off. People were dying and returning to life altered, they were experiencing accidents that altered them permanently…this wasn’t supposed to be reality. This seemed too damn much like a comic book. And yet here he was one of the freaks in question. He’d had his own near death experience. A plane crash, the world had gone dark. He had been sure if was over. But he’d woken up awake on a mountainside with a damn cougar licking his face. Strangely he hadn’t been dead. No not dead at all. In fact he was better than he had ever been. Stronger, faster, more agile, tireless. His sense of smell was sharper, his vision improved especially in the dark. If he was injured he recovered like some sort of freak. He wasn’t normal he was far better than that - he was supernatural.

Why was he here…well he had to be somewhere. He was thought dead at home and there was going to be some explaining to do if he surfaced there. But he had little in the way of family, his parents were dead and he’d been unmarried. Hence it was easy enough to pull up stakes and head to South America. After all he had a medical degree and there was always some NGO on a mission of mercy eager to hire any doctor that would contemplate it Hence he blended in here more or less. He was identifiably a foreigner but there were enough that while it was a rarity it wasn’t particularly remarkable. He did stand out in crowd though. Brilliant blue eyes and slightly longish blonde hair assured that. That he stood a head taller than almost everyone about him seemed only to assist in making him stand out. But he had bought a house and lived rather quietly.

Well quietly was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. After all slipping from one’s house at night to rescue a kidnapped child. To pull people out of burning buildings and to drive off gangsters from otherwise quiet streets wasn’t particularly quiet. Just as some people seemed to have been drawn to using these new powers for evil, falling in with gangs, robbing banks, hurting people, starting fires and generally spreading chaos…he’d felt compelled to do something about it. He felt rather ridiculous about it, he pulled on a black mask like he was Zoro and bounded off into the night. But he had to think as opposed to lying dead on the mountainside there was a reason for his continued existence and a reason why he was suddenly so gifted. Just as he spent his days aiding the sick he seemed to wind up spending his night seeking to aid the helpless.

He’d been rather embarrassed by the grainy dark pictures of him that kept appearing in the papers. Here he was some sort of damn hero and he looked pretty provisional in the photos. After all you hadn’t seen Batman fighting crime in running shoes, jeans and a t-shirt! He really needed to do better than that just for appearances sake. People had expectations about what supernatural heros were supposed to look like. Although the idea of having to design a costume slightly rankled. After all he was just a guy trying to help out, not Superman for some invincible titan of a similar fashion. But he rather liked the name the papers had been using for him “The Guardian.”

However, as he stood there mulling over recent events he noticed the empty house next door was being moved into. His eyes lingered on the red haired, pale skinned woman who looked to be the likely occupant. Cute. Although at a glance there seemed something deeply unhappy about her. But naturally he couldn’t quite put his finger upon it. But he watched her unloading some strange plants for a moment. Before he turned away from the window and walked back down towards his basement. After all he had a wardrobe to correct.

 

[Anaeria]

Isanya sighed as she pushed open the door to her new home, the building, on the outside, looking rather ramshackle and dilapitated. The inside of the building however, was beautiful. Hardwood floors covered the entirety of the house, no carpet in sight, and there were shelves and book cases, all full of various types of books; from fantasy and make believe to medical texts, her own texts from before her death. The house was immaculate as well, she'd hired a team of cleaners to come in and touch up the place once she had bought it, and was happy with how it looked as she brought the last of her little green children inside with her and settled them on a space by a window.

The house was warm, kept much warmer than most people found comfortable, but which the woman found to be a perfect temperature. She couldn't sweat anymore, and her blood was cold, that of a reptile, and she relished the warmth of the house as she closed the door, kicked off her shoes and proceeded to head for the upstairs where the four rooms awaited her. Two were guest rooms, just for show and not really intended for use at all since she hadn't come to this city to be friendly with any humans or Others. She had a purpose, and Isanya knew what her first plan of action would be as she headed into her designated bedroom, a beautiful, open space filled with her plants. The room itself was green, not just from paint or anything but because she had jungle vines growing along the wall and ceiling, several sections of the plants holding gently perfumed flowers that opened as she slipped by them to go to the three small boxes settled onto the large four poster bed made of antique dark cherry wood. Crisp, clean brown sheets smelled quite nice as she sat down on the bed and opened the first box with a small smile; her tribe back in the jungle had been thorough indeed with her outfit.

Made of a supremely soft, yet extremely durable black leather, she pulled out a slim mini skirt studded with small rubies imued with the shamans' protection spells against physical and magical harm. The shaman of the tribe hadn't been very strong magically, but she had spent nearly all of the time that Isanya had remained with her working on the six little gems. The protection spells wouldn't keep her from getting injured, but it would help her from getting killed hopefully. Laying the skirt out on the bed, the pale skinned woman smiled and relaxed visibly as she pulled out the next item in the box.

It was a black leather bra of sorts, thin silver chains interlinked and going from under the bra downwards. When she wore it, in either form, the chain links would protect her belly from weapons and the like, as the chain ended just at the top of the skirt. Her outfit was complete, more or less, except for a slim black diamong circlet, like a small crown but without any decorations beyond the imprint of a leaf in an odd green-gold in the center. She set that aside with a laugh, not intending on wearing it at all. It was her 'crown' in the tribe, and it was just too much for her to handle.

Homesickness hit her hard and fast, and her human form faded from view, replaced with a completely different creature indeed as she flopped over on the bed. Luckily her curtains covered her window and she was hidden from sight as she curled a long, extremely strong snakes' tail up around herself. She remained like that for several hours, humming a quiet tune before her homesickness faded and she sat up. Her true from was strange indeed; thick, silvery green scales covered her from head to tail tip, marked with black stripes from her shoulders down. Her hair was no longer a firey red, but a deep black that gave her brilliantly golden, cat-pupiled eyes a peculiar shine. Her face and torso was un-scaled, but was still green-silver, and her skin was soft before it met the scales that started at her waist.

Within moments, she was human again however, and as the sun began to set, she was getting ready for her night out, undressing in order to change into her 'combat outfit'.

 

[Methos]

Eric had headed out of his house and ran a few errands. Namely he’d bought a motorcycle suit sized to fit him and then bought decals of a stylized G. He’d wandered into a costume store and left with a much nicer loosing black mask. It was comfortable and covered the upper portions of his face. Although it left his blonde hair exposed and rather obvious. But he seemed content with having at least made himself look the part now. Definitely less Crossbones and more Batman as far as his appearance went.

He’d crashed for several hours…his schedule had become decidedly odd now. But he found sleep were he could find it. But he awoke with the setting sun. Then rather deliberately he stuck the decals onto the suit and pulled it on. It was seemingly designed to offer a measure of protection although that was mostly against tumbling to the earth. He pulled on a pair of boots to go along with it and then the mask in turn. After a moments consideration he went to his laptop and ordered some Kevlar. After all he healed now but it still hurt like a son of a bitch in the first place. Nor could he really be all that certain that he would heal from everything. After all there had to be limits to every power didn’t there?

But with these future arrangements made he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was clad all in black leather with the only departures being the red coloured letter G, the tan portions of his face the mask exposed and that where his blonde hair spilled out of the mask. It was a rather striking image. But he slipped out the back door of his house and leapt into the alley beyond. Swiftly he moved through the streets. A small police scanner radio was strapped to his belt with a headphone slipped into one ear. He climbed a fire escape and reached the top of an office building. There he looked out at the city as he listened to the radio.

He heard them sounding the alarm that shots had been fired at one location. Some sort of strange attack was taking place. They seemed at a loss to describe exactly what the threat was. It was weird. It sounded like his kind of thing. Hence with a grin he back up from the edge of the roof top and then leap across from one rooftop to another. He seemed to fly through the air like that with relative ease. Soaring from one rooftop to land upon the next. He covered more ground this way. But as a black garbed figure in the night he moved like a shadow heading in the direction of some sort of malevolent threat.

 

[Anaeria]

The hospital was enormous, and as Isany climbed out of a taxi dressed in a black, loose fitting dress to somewhat hide her costume underneath, tall black stiletto heels clicking on the pavement, she looked up at the building as the driver drove off with a ridiculous grin on his face, the scent of an oddly compelling perfume being the cause for why she had no need to pay him. He wouldn't remember dropping her off either, and of course, luck was with her as she took a walk around the building, surreptitiously dropping small seeds into the dirt of the flower beds that were backed up against the white walled building itself.

Within seconds her seeds had begun to grow, but it would be closer to midnight before the building was covered with the vicious, thorny vines, and as she entered the building through the front door and took a seat in a small corner of the ER waiting room, emerald eyes watched silently as several ambulances drove up to deposit their pained, piteous burdens. Shotgun wounds came in with a woman who had sliced herself open from the elbow to her wrist, her boyfriend of ten years had found her on her bed and was with her, railing at her unconscious form as the paramedics met with a doctor, who was by far too fat himself to be healthy. And then he made her target list, that fat man, as a cop was brought in with a single gunshot wound to the shoulder.

The doctor was acting all high and mighty as camera's arrived, filming the 'good men' of the Saint Francis Hospital who tended to the heroes that fell in the line of duty. Duty-shmooty, the snake-woman could smell the stink of alcohol on the cops' breath and in his pores as he was driven past the waiting room and into the ER. He had been a fool, and would now be dubbed a hero. Pathetic, how humans saw heroes in anyone they could. It was ten minutes to midnight when her dear little babies hit their growth spurt.

Vines the width of her upper arm shot across the entrance of the hospital, forcing every door to shut, the vines sliding under windows to seal the room and searching for the fat, grotesque doctor and the hospital Dean, the man who ran everything and had helped in her downfall as a human being....and who also secretly aided the illegal dumping of toxic waste in the jungle where her tribe had to hunt in order to survive. Screams rang out in the waiting room as her vines shot through the entrance, sealing it off as more began to pour in, capturing people with less thorny sections and holding them all hostage where they stood, nurses and orderlies, patients and visitors alike were captured and held, most being gagged if they screamed too much.

Getting to her feet, her shoes discarded into a trash bin, the red headed woman smiled and began to laugh, the sound oddly creepy amidst the screams of the people and the shouts. Her vines told her, silently, when they had found the doctor, sitting in the lounge and drinking coffee until her vines, these ones very much thorny, circled his great belly and lifted him bodily off the ground, effortlessly carrying him towards the Deans' office, where the thinner, more cruel looking man was also held up off the ground.

Oddly enough, the children's ward was completely safe, the plants that grew on the window sill and tended to carefully growing wild as the vines that entered their windows were flowered instead of thorned, the scent from the pretty blooms putting those children awake, into a deep and restful sleep, possibly the first many had had since their arrival at the hospital. The vines then sealed the inner door shut in their rooms, to protect the children. And as Isanya stood up and dumped her shoes, her laughter increased as her human form faded fom view, becoming Naga. From the top of her head to the tip of tail she was close to thirty feet long, though most of her was on the ground as she slithered past people. An almost absent flick of her head had her baggy dress dissolving, becoming just a pile of detached threads on the ground to reveal her serpentine, beautiful and very deadly form. Two slim fangs showed as she hissed in the face of a muscular guy, obviously hopped up on drugs, who was screaming about the aliens having finally arrived. Her hiss was one of disgust, and she became fed up entirely with the adults within the building in that single instant.

And everyone. Was killed. Instantly, the vines grew thorns, long blood red ones with faint sheens of paralyzing venom on their wicked daggerlike points. Injecting the poison into the humans all, she listened as the screams around gags faded quickly, while the ones without the gags began to scream and then that too faded. All within minutes as she headed for the Deans' office, her intent to cause extreme bodily harm to the two men there....and to keep them alive and conscious as she did so.

 

[Methos]

He’d made his way across the city one rooftop after another. The location that the scanner had brought him to was a hospital. A hospital with vines growing all around it. “What the hell…?” Was his immediate reaction to seeing what was taking place. He could see doors and windows being blocked as the vines wound around the building seeming to hold everyone captive within. “What kind of sick fuck? Attacks a hospital?” Was his immediate question and as he leapt down the ground he charged towards the entrance. The police were trying to force open one door but he simply went to another. From his knuckles long, bony claws seemed to grow a foot and half outwards from his hands.

He approached the doors with those long claws out, then he rather violently slashed through them and kicked in the doors. He burst into a waiting room and his jaw simply dropped….Everyone was dead. Mothers sitting with their children, the elderly, nurses, and people of all types and sizes. The type of people he helped on a daily basis. He was too late. He’d taken too long. They were dead. He stood there a rather long moment seemingly in shock. He was supposed to stop this sort of thing. Then he simply cried out in animalistic rage. “NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”. He slashed the vines where ever he saw them and he moved through the hospital in a murderous rage. Doctors were dead, nurses were dead…who would want this many people to go sick? Who would murder the sick and the dying?

He found the newborns and he dashed back down the hallways. He found several police officers who had wandered into the room. They seemed confused at his presence but he said “Follow me” and he brought them to the room with the babies. In a manner that brooked no contradiction he stated “Keep them safe and get them out of here.” So says the apparent good guy who had long claws on his hands that combined with the black leather motif were likely creepy to say the least. But he roamed through the hospital, shredding vines if nothing else because it made him feel slightly better. It worked out his anger and frustration. Who could do this? Where were they? He would kill them himself…fuck the police.

He moved through the hallways, seeking out who had done this. His blue eyes shone with fury. His features worn with righteous anger as he searched through various empty rooms. Looking for some sort of answer. He needed to find out what was going on. Why this was happening what they were trying to do and to stop them. He seemed to find more and more dead bodies but he worked his way through the building. Furious the whole while. But he was searching and his sense of smell, his hearing and vision were all unnaturally acute. He knew he’d find some sign of what was transpiring soon enough.

 

[Anaeria]

The Deans' office was posh beyond extravagance, and the disdain with which her vines destroyed everything was obvious as she slithered around the two captives. It turned out that the Dean was a coward, he'd already given her ten minutes of non-stop babbling, confessing everything from the first time he'd hit a dog as a child right up until he had agreed with the city mob to have them dump illegal, toxic waste in the jungles. It was a cheap way to get rid of hazardous materials, granted, but it hurt the animals and the plants and the people who dwelt there, and Isanya's own rage grew until her breathing was a hiss of hatred. The children, all of them within the hospital, were safe. Those whom had grown or were growing through teenage-hood to adulthood, where dead by now. And the small hand held recorder in her hand as she circled the two cowardly men was playing and recording, her own voice distorted significantly by the forked tongue that she spoke with.

"Ssso then, you agree that you ssshould be punished...What sssay you, Doctor?" Her words were coy as she slithered to the fat doctor, who had pissed himself and more as the thorns dug into his body. The men were placed back to back against each other, and when the doctors piggy little eyes began to shine with lust for her as her scent caught his nose, he babbled about what he had done that was good. Then had to stop when she began to question him about the children he hadn' helped, the elderly men and women who could have lived longer and the poorer people, those whom he could have aided and yet did not. While she spoke, she smiled calmly as the Dean behind the Doctor began to scream as her precious thorns went to work. His screams were delicious, and sent a chill up and down the Naga's spine while the doctor howled in terror and fought his restraints until a thorned vine slid around his throat and stabbed in deeply, a very different form of poison sinking into his fat neck.

Then 'good' doctor began to really scream then, in absolute agony as every one of his nerve endings began to fire at the same time, overwhelming his system and forcing his heart to explode......but only after a good five minutes of jerking around in the strangle grip that the vine about his neck had, all of the other vines sliding out and off of him to coil about her like eager puppies, wanting to do more. Then, Naga frowned as another chill went up her spine, this one not nearly so pleasant. Her plants were being cut, hurt within the hospital....and that meant someone was within it who wished her harm, or to stop her progress. "Go my dears, restrain this....nuisance. Allow me to run and you will have free reign to go."

Her words were soft, sibilant, and her vines took off, growing thicker and covering the floor in a moving carpet of greenery. Then, Naga turned to the Dean. His intestines were visible, the thorns having cut every layer of his flesh away from his body until he looked like a living, agony ridden manequin on the human body, only a thin layer of fatty tissues keeping his guts from falling onto the floor. He was dying, slowly and in agony, and she wanted to watch as the light of life left his eyes.

 

[Methos]

He seemed to find children wandering about the hospital and he stopped and sent them all back towards the entrance. But wherever he found vines he was slashing them to pieces and those long claws seemed to rend them apart rather swiftly and with all the prejudice that he intended. He tore them apart simply because he perceived the plants as being in league with whatever was responsible for this and that pissed him off.

His head tilted after a moment. He heard something. Screaming. Definitely screaming. He smiled as he slowly bounded towards the direction it had came from. Where there was screaming there was going to be something more than psychotic plants in his estimation. Hence he was running up flights of steps and as he grew closer to the sound of voices he though he heard merely a whimpering sound coming from the room at the end of the hall.

He loomed in the hall way, his towering form and clawed hand striking a rather menacing pose. He was angry. Innocent people had been hurt, the ill, the sick, mothers, father, children, doctors. All dead. Someone would pay for this - right fucking now. He moved towards the end of the hall with heavy footsteps. His large form striding purposefully down the hallway. His eyes searching the darkness as his ears picked up even the faintest of sounds.

Unsurprisingly he smelled blood. Perhaps more surprisingly he smelled a snake. Not the normal sort of snake though. There was something odd about this one. But he yelled “FACE ME YOU SNAKE”. It seemed the logical thing to do under the circumstances. He hadn’t a damn idea what kind of snake it was but his senses were telling him some kind of giant snake was behind all this. He supposed there had been strange things happening over the past few months but a giant snake in cahoots with killer plants had to be one of the weirder ones.

 

[Anaeria]

Hearing the holler of a deep, male voice interrupting her enjoyment of watching the skinned man finally die, Naga missed the very last breath that the human took, though she heard the exhale as the Dean died finally, held upright by a vine around his throat just like the doctor behind him was. Both were very much dead now, and her amusement was gone, replaced by irritation as the intruder buggered her mood up more.

"Oh, now isss that any way to ssspeak to a persson?" Her voice a quiet hiss as she turned, her body held off the floor by coils that were both powerful, and graceful as she drew in on herself, looking at the, admittedly rather frightening, figure in the doorway. Black on black, with blond hair and almost glowing blue eyes, the man smelled and tasted, like cat, some for of feline, and Naga frowned as several of her vines shot forwards across the floor and along the wall in an attempt to entrap the male.

Now that her job was finished, Naga had no real need to remain here in this cesspit of a hospital. All of the children who had been sick were cured of their illnesses in their sleep, the flowers within the ICU's that had held children killing off the adults easily yet removing the poisons and diseases and the like from the tiny bodies carefully while they slept. Other children, those with less lethal problems, were cured as well if they smelled one of the pretty blue and red flowers, and most had made their way out of the hospital by now into the waiting arms of parents whom had been gone once visiting hours had ended hours ago, most of them getting to go home safely, the babies as well. The adults within the hospital however, were very much dead, and her vines began to pull back slowly, the few around their mistress remaining though the building itself began to empty of the plants themselves, leaving behind bodies and living children, and the scent of fresh earth after a rain.

Meanwhile, Naga watched the man with a faint amount of wariness, her skirt and bra-shirt chiming slightly as she turned towards an emergency exit on the other side of the room of the Deans' office. "Here you are, enjoy the cleanup of two of the worst human beings in the city. Well, not quite the worst, they were just a test. I have much bigger plans in store." Her smile was cold as she deliberately set the tape recorder on the side of the desk, the only thing even remotely still in one piece, her vines growing thicker and intertwining in a growing wall between her and the intruder, the one who smelled actually quite good to her nose and tongue, and Naga turned her back to the cat-scented male and headed for the stairs, her snakes' tail moving smoothly across the gorey, blood covered carpet of the office.

 

[Methos]

He heard the woman’s hissing tone and it was rather certain then that he had found his snake. What that had to do with all these vines? That he had no idea, but as the vines came at him to seek to restrain him those claws upon his hands rose and he slashed the vines apart. His form moving with a graceful speed that made the actual act seem extraordinarily easy. He stopped the vines that sought to restrain him and then darted forwards towards her. The distance between them wasn’t so considerable now. He saw the bodies of the two men within the office. However, they struck him as of no immediate concern. There was rather clearly nothing he could do for them.

He didn’t seem to care if it were any way to speak to a person. He flew at her and he was in a rage. Those bony claws sought to rake over her torso. To let those bony claws rake into her flesh and rend it. His intent quite obviously to allow her to share the fate of those innocents she had slain in the hospital. His eyes shone with fury and he desired nothing so much as to avenge this senseless act of mass murder. He saw vines rising up to seek to bar his way but he was surging forward swiftly and agilely those claws seeking to cut her as he leap forward.

His eyes had fixed upon the leather clad woman. Seemingly half woman, half snake. Like some sort of cold blooded mermaid almost. What did one even call that? He was sure there was some sort of name that mythology enthusiasts might be able to provide but it escaped him. It was a striking look though. Flesh molding into scales and clad with tight fitting leather, an sinuous form with that long tail extending behind her. It would be intreguing if the woman clearly wasn’t a complete psychopath. She might see no reason to stay but he seemed quite insistant that she not be allowed to go.

 

[Anaeria]

Eyes the color of gold coins widened and Naga moved faster as the 'hero' got closer to her, his claws on his hands impressive indeed as he swiped and struck out at her beautiful plants, which just weren't fast enough to capture him despite their attempts. "How rude." Her voice was cold as she ducked to avoid his attack, her tail lashing out to attempt to catch him in the side, bat him out of the way.

To be honest, she had no real anger towards him, and she only wished to leave the hospital now. One of her thickest vines, a good five inches around, slid between them completely and prouted sharp thorns which were tipped with venom, a paralyzing agent that would not be deadly. "Oh do go away already, I do not have any quarrel with you." Sounding mildly exasperated around her sibilance, she shot towards the door, reaching it within seconds after her tail lashed out at him. Opening the door was easy.