Cold-Blooded

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After ten minutes of talking about the philosophy of life with this very intriguing character whilst hearing death echo in her left ear, Alias excused herself to the bathroom. One of the many that were here, anyway, but it was bigger than she thought; big enough to throw a party. She put her empty glass down on the marble counter, she wasn't sure why she brought it in here to begin with, and sighed. It was very uncomfortable not being able to read people's heat signatures and just feel cold in general, it made her feel...thirsty. Out of suspicion from others she flushed the toilet in one of the cubicles and turned the tap on. "Alias...you okay?" came Jason's voice from her earpiece. "You've gone quiet. I can't even hear you breathe."

"I'm on edge. I don't think I've ever had my powers bound like this before. I mean it's been suppressed, but not to the point where I can't feel it anymore."

"Feels weird?"

"That's one way to describe it. Have you found it?"

"Apparently. It's literally an amber quartz, it was floating in some contraption."

"Let's hope that you taking it doesn't trigger anything."

"Yeah, I'm at least 90% sure that's not the case." Her eyes quickly peered at the door just as she switched the tap off and she fell into her role almost instantly, leaning her body closer to the mirror to find any errors in her hairstyle. As predicted, the door opened and two women walked in laughing and chatting away, taking their places next to Alias. One had put their purse down to fix their makeup while the other readjusted the strapless number she had on. They honestly thought she never saw, and smashing the champagne glass and ramming the spiked stem into one of the women's necks was quite shocking.

"So it's not just the guards, huh?" she questioned as she took a couple steps back and glared at the growing puddle of crimson on the tiled floor. "Posing as guests to throw me off. Can't say I'm not impressed."

The woman smirked, "I didn't think you were intelligent enough to realise. Our master won't be happy you're here."

"Don't speak too soon," Alias huffed and blocked a couple strikes before moving to the offensive, going for a step-up enziguri that blasted her attacker into the cubicles. Her combat heels shone a fierce red during the attack and let out a cloud of smoke when she regained her footing, almost falling over her dress. "I'll kill you before you get to her...at least the shotgun boots work fine. So much for subtlety." She pushed aside the fallen dividers with the side of her foot and stomped on the woman's chest, the force triggering the mechanism to discharge another round, and stomped on her chest one more time just in case. Alias couldn't tell if she was being lazy or just didn't want to die, and did it a third time to wipe the bloody grin off her face. "I don't like these."

"What?" Jason's voice was heard again; oh, so now he's talking? "But they're so cool."

"Not my style, but you heard right? They're posing in the vessels of guests, but the marks they have aren't on their necks. It's on their tongues."

"That's...actually disgusting. I'm guessing we have minutes at best."

"Probably less. Meet you in the hall?"

"Unless there's any place bigger." She removed herself from the bathroom and called Rex's name when she reached the midpoint of the spacious hallway, and the Meta appeared out of thin air with her original outfit draped over one forearm and the matching footwear hooked on his middle and index fingers. He was back in his bomber jacket and quarter lengths combo, his sheath strapped to his back.

"You seriously don't like the boots?" Rex had to question her as he helped her out of the dress and boots before handing her the suit. It was completely different to the one she had on previously, as this was more her style; a legless catsuit in a black-dark blue colour scheme with quarter-length sleeves, matching stockings, silver gauntlets that spanned her entire forearms, one with technology software, and a thigh utility belt attached to a sagging belt. The boots that came with it were more practical, more practical than the heels she was usually accustomed to, but had a dark red sole and a metal section protecting the front of her foot. Then again, you could never beat an original. "I think it gives you the edge you need in combat."