House Party

[Sage]

Sage was torn but she could look after herself. He watched her walk down the street and before she disappeared out of sight Sage returned inside. Nox could break things. Not that he could do anything about it but maybe he'd listen to a friend. At least he hoped so. He prayed that his equipment stayed intacked. What the fuck was he thinking? Though Sage wasn't sure who he he was referring to himself, or Nox. Or maybe even Jaxen as he bounded back up the stairs.

Much to his pleasure he found Jaxen alive -- maybe, at least he was in one peice and Nox was no where to be found. He'd escaped the room. Sage started to visibly relax with the party winding down but there was something wrong with the situation in front of him. Ashton was standing still at a strange angle, fear coursing through his eyes. He pleaded with Jaxen who was staring at The Emissary. They seemed locked in a staring contest but something didn't feel right. The whole room felt wrong. And Sage didn't have feelings like that often.

One of the party goers was cheering for the display but he was drunk the slur to his words were obvious. Maybe he should just send the man home, but Jaxen just stood there. Sage slowly walked towards the pair as Ashton pleaded with Jaxen. Something told Sage not to touch them. But whatever was going on needed to stop. "Hey Voxel. You good?" he said as he picked up a bar stool and placed it between Jaxen and the Emissary. And then he shoved the wooden stool into the Emissary's legs. The Emissary staggered and looked at Sage with its neon mask.