with: @gildcdwings where: cassandra's place in manor suites when: present-day
Seeing Sévérine's face on the other side of the door was someone's fucked up bad omen. To some, it was probably worse than opening up and seeing the Grim Reaper. Plus, once he was there, he wasn't likely to leave until he got exactly what he wanted out of the interaction. Waiting impatiently for the door to pry open after he could assume he was being gawked at through the peep hole, he greeted dryly, "I've been requested to, how do you say, fetch you to make an appearance outside the castle, so it would benefit both of us if you made this easy for me. But if I must, I will be glad to drag you on out of here by the ankles, kicking, screaming, and clawing at the floor." He'd told plenty of building supers shitty lies to peek around crime scenes, as it were. Wrangling a reclusive blonde out of the building actually seemed easier to bullshit his way through, especially since he'd seen the guy looking for a chocolate donut he dropped upon walking through the door and right past him without acknowledgement. "But if you could make a decision quickly, I'd appreciate it, because our friend downstairs is lamenting the loss of the fallen, as we speak. It's about to get ugly, I'm afraid."