Re: Post wedding hang-over
"No offence, Dragon," Flare's voice was shaky, and frustrated, "and I think a PR campaign is good, but failing to fully address the problem."
She hits the button to turn on the TV in the corner of the ceiling. She'd been avoiding it. Pictures of gunfire, reporters shouting over the yells of the party goers, and finally on a more graphic news station is Flare humbled, on all fours in her own blood. The reporter will probably get an award for capturing the 'poignant' moment. Flare didn't wipe away her tears, nor did she try to quell the trembling in her body, though it hurt, and pulled her healing skin.
"This" she gestured with the remote, "hopefully requires more response than just PR."
She tries to shake off her sudden fervor, and tries for a calmer response, looking at the sudden zeal in Imp's eyes.
"I'm not against hitting them hard, and I'm not even opposed to going toe-to-toe with the Michaelists, but let's start with press maneuvering and character assassination before we move into full scale war, okay? Though for the people who brought that ambush down on us" she couldn't see the attack at the wedding as anything else, "if they aren't brought to justice before I get out of here...well, lets just say they might not be around long enough to go to jail."
She just can't bear the news anymore, and wearily turns her face into the starched pillow while hitting the off switch.