Round 2 Transcript

The woman outside has noticed their attention and pauses her watering, hose still running. She tilts her head slightly—curious, maybe even intrigued. After a moment she turns off the hose and sets it down, taking a few steps closer to the church.

Jeane feels Abby press against her back, the familiar warmth and scent bringing a smile to her lips despite the tension of the situation. She considers for just a second—they could retreat inside, pretend they weren't watching. But that's not how you build a cult.

Jeane steps fully into the doorway, pulling Abby with her by the hand. "Good morning," she calls out cheerfully, voice carrying in the quiet street.*

I see an opportunity before us—a woman who's already showing interest by approaching rather than averting her gaze. This is the first real test of our ambition. Jeane steps forward confidently, one hand still holding Abby's but the other moving in a subtle gesture that makes her wings unfurl to full span behind her. "Beautiful morning for... watering plants," she calls out with an exaggerated smile. She can feel Silra and Halie watching from downstairs—their energy is tense, cautious. Good. Let them see how this is done.

The woman's eyes flick to the wings and back, curiosity shifting to something more electric. This could go either way very quickly. Jeane lets her free hand hang loose at her side, ready for action or defense as needed.

Silra's teal eyes track every movement of the woman outside—the way she sets down the hose deliberately instead of dropping it, the controlled pace of her approach rather than a rushed jog towards safety or alarm. This isn't a casual neighbor who happened to notice movement—this is someone testing boundaries. The elf's fingers twitch with instinct toward her tech gear, but it's all upstairs and this requires finesse not firepower. "Jeane," she calls softly from the basement doorway, not loud enough to carry outside but clear in the enclosed space. "That woman isn't curious. She's hunting." Her voice carries no panic, only cold observation. "We don't have a plan for witnesses yet and you're standing there naked with demon wings. That's exactly what attracts attention we don't need."

She moves up the stairs slowly, deliberately, not rushing to intervene but making her presence known as support or cautionary measure depending on how this plays out. The sorceress's impulsiveness is charming until it gets them arrested by authorities. "Best case scenario: she's a closet pervert who wants to watch," Silra continues clinically once she can see the woman clearly through the doorway. "Worst case: she's reporting us right now and we're about to have company with badges." Her fingers brush against the doorframe, ready to pull it shut if things turn sour. "We need a protocol for unexpected visitors before testing recruitment theories."