“I am sorry. I’m not in the best mood when unknown people make their way into my private lab.” Ashlynn replied. “I’m Ashlynn. You can call me Ash.” She replied.
“Ash,” she repeated with a polite smile. She took a step forward, looking around her. “Did you make all these?” She asked, waving to the different devices.
Good even tah ya as well dear.
Should I play guess or will you tell me where you accent comes from?
Sinful and malevolent men have a special flavor about them.
Ah think evenin’ works just fine.
A good evening to you, then.
“I wouldn’t call it good. Random chicks sneaking into my lab is not good.” Ashlynn replied in an obviously irritated tone. She hated when people did that. Well usually attempted. They would usually get shot up. “But I’m going to ask you once more. Who are you?”
“Mind your manners, miss, I am no ‘chick’.” she said, her blue eyes briefly flashing red. “If you have to know, you may call me Lily. Lily Drake,” she gave the name she used officially, not her birth name. “Who are you, miss? It is only polite of you to introduce yourself now.”
Hello there.
Good night.
…Um good night?
Or evening, the night is still young.
“Are you kidding? For the most part you’re VERY amusing.” Daimon smirked and took a few steps closer. “Who’s to say I don’t have some new magic that can reduce you to cinders, hm? You don’t know enough about me to dismiss me as not dangerous.” He stood with his back straight and looked down his nose at her, superiority evident. “But if you’re so sure of yourself, turn and walk away.”
Her eyes flashed red, as they did when bloodlust or violence battled beneath her cultured, dignified exterior. She laughed. “I have been reduced to cinders before, Daimon. I am here today, am I not?” She watched him closely. “Find a magic that will put down Father for good, and you may kill me whichever way you see fit afterwards. Remember, if you fail to kill Father… I will not fail to come back.” She patted his cheek teasingly, her flesh cold before turning on her heels. “I do not fear the likes of you, Daimon.”
Alarms went off and Ashlynn growled, turning in her chair and running to the front room of her lab underneath the X-Mansion. An intruder. Metal formed around her hands and glowed with electricity. She noticed someone standing in her holding room where she kept most of her machines. “Who are you?” She asked.
Lilith chuckled. Sneaking in had been easy enough, using her shapeshifting abilities to appear as a mere mist. She stepped out of the shadow and curtsied a little to the defensive mutant. “Good night,” she said, her tone soft.
Hello there.
Good night.