#jacksmuses

Skye was on point her gun trained on the portal as a man stumbled through. There were protocols for this kind of thing and so far these two hadn't followed any of them. "Who are you and what do you want with her?" Skye didn't lower her gun as she gutted her chin towards the woman. Two of the agents with her moved round ready to cuff the man or as the woman had found out quickly when she threatened them, be knocked unconscious and and caught in a net as well.

People watching, as sipped at the glass bottle of soda in hand. Attention easily grabbed by the change in people's demeanor; smell of something off that he couldn't place. Didn't take long to register the out of place stranger as the cause. Curiosity, the means to inquire so no hesitation in approaching the stranger. "What's your name?"

Cara took a moment to consider everything the ‘rabbit’ told her, ignoring the bit about being the first female hunter he’d played games with because it currently wasn’t pertinent information. Instead she focused on what he said about winning the game and about not using her gun. He could be telling the truth about the latter. He’d changed her entire surroundings. Hell, he was currently a giant talking rabbit. Illusions or mind games, whatever this was, he was in control, so she did lower her gun to her side for now. But as for winning the game, she simply shook her head, “I’m not playing.”

Lucifer had just gotten back from an drive; party in Lux going full swing per usual and he smoothly made his way from entrance towards the bar. Noticing there was definitely an not so familiar presence on his way. By the time he reached the bar, an glass of his recent drink of choice was already set down for him. It took him an moment before registering just where the nearby presence was. "You're an bit young to be in here."

As someone who was trying to navigate living on the streets on her own, not only was it harder for Reagan to find an abandoned building that wasn’t packed, but food was becoming impossible. Which was why she plead insanity when - while walking - she swore she could smell it, “Chocolate, and nougat, and gooey caramel all wrapped up to create the wonder that is...” She was now face-to-face with said owner of, “...a Snickers bar.” A beat. “I’m not crazy.” Another beat. “Okay, I guess that’s debatable at the moment, but hey, at least I’m acknowledging you have good taste in food, right?”