Cecilia continued doing what she’s good at; healing people, hunting their own kind down and put a stop to the stent in their community globally. By doing the latter, it means that the silver-tongued female had a hand in incinerating them just as well, which doesn’t always sit well her, since she still wishes to save them, but how could she? So what she did was that she turned a blind eye and deaf ear to their whimpers and pleadings, knowing it to be nothing more than deceit and lies, before delivering the ultimate blow, securing a permanent residency in the afterlife for them. It reminded her of what she could become, no, what she did become, one time ago. Just because she couldn’t stop her blood drive that grew stronger each day. A pathetic excuse, really. 

Walking through the corridors of the hospital seemed almost foreign for the brunette valkyr. It wasn't the first time for her to set foot there, for sure. However, Cecilia couldn't help but to think it wasn't really ready building up to her to be one of the things she finds a sense of familiarity with. She's been a healer all her life but she'll never truly be able to be one with it again. The Italian has always moved around a lot, and most of the time she wasn't alone, having Gideon by her side since she's literally doing everything he asks her to. But lately, more cases started to pile up. The number of rogues were becoming very worrisome, no matter how much they tried, they could never seen to douse the problem away. If one is settled, in less than an hour, another will pop up again. 

To say that the Laterza female wasn't aggravated by the metrics increasing this month would be an understatement. Her trip to Belarus last month to deal with the problem herself went smoothly without any intrusion, she was able to subdue them without much thought, what did bother her was how easy it was. Sure Celia is competent in her work, in both professional and personal identities, but the fact that it took her three days to settle a two week run was suspicious. After coming across Ophelia, she had taken up the liberty to be sure that there weren't any increase in the attacks they suffered. It was bad enough that she'll need to surround herself with chaotic humans, she may as well be locking herself up in a morgue.

 Once the clock struck the 12, she let out a relieved sigh because her shift was over and that means she could get some outside work done; preferably wanting reports from her brokers. Celia tossed the doctor coat on the rack before wrapping her own, making sure all the lights were closed as she locked the door to her office and make her way downstairs. The hospital was as busy as ever, the chattering were endless. And everywhere. The ride down from the elevator took her less than 3 minutes and before she knew it, the cold breeze of the night was already greeting her. But the snow wasn't the only thing she could smell, apart from the new paint from across the block. The aromatic coffee she favored, at the small cafe just around the block. Thankfully, it was still open despite the late hours. 

It gave her the chance to bask in the warmth, Ce walked past the entrance door and ordered her regular before taking her seat at the furthest booth in the room. She was busy occupying her head with scrolling her phone while texting her brokers and didn't realize trouble was about to walk into the cafe that only had a few people you could count with two hands, including her. However, Ce did manage to catch a few words, 'I suggest you get everyone out.' That was it. 

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She only came there to have a cup of coffee while resting over the workload she's been having for the past few months at Evermore General. Too many cases of admitted patients that suffered unknown wounds, or at least, the humans would describe it as such when Cecilia herself know it's not unknown, it was just supernatural. She was worried the more things like that happen, the more it will attract people's attention, the Organization, so to say. She's found at least 5 out of 8 to be bite marks. And those bite marks could only come from Valkyr, she was one, she'd know. The thing is, she couldn't seem to track who's sending who seeing as they were from various continents hence why she was burying her face with hospital work and dialing her brokers up. 

She lifted her gaze up to meet a male's silhouette standing by the counter telling the cashier to tell others to get out but it wasn't until she saw him clapping his hands while trying to usher people out of the cafe, that Ce stopped typing on her phone, placing it aside and narrowed her hazel hues at the guy. While everyone else was slowly exiting, she didn't, she still stayed where she was at, "Why are you kicking people out? Last time I checked, I know the owner of this premise and it is not you" she pointed out coolly and leaned against the seat further while staring him down. A notification came in which prompted her to grab her phone to check the message, which told her there was going to be some trouble brewing up from the Italian mafia side here in Evermore.

 That made Celia growled lowly because she thought she wouldn't need to handle them ever again. "You must be very brave coming in here and think about wreaking havoc where I reside" she murmured faintly and stared straight to the person behind the guy from earlier. There were at least a dozen of them all huddled up looking like they would rip you apart just because you looked at them the wrong way. "I don't know what you're on, but it's not my problem so go ahead. Settle whatever beef you have and leave me to my coffee" she waved her hands dismissively, if there was anywhere she was known famously, it was Italy, her birth place. If only she knew they were far from normal humans. If only she knew they were rogues created by another party; the same kind she'll not tolerate. 

If there was anything that Celia hated more than a few scuffles, it was people trying their useless attempts to avert her attention away. When she's trying to rest, that really meant she's resting. It would do nobody any good for anyone to even attempt to disrupt that peace of her mind. That is, unless they do want a piece of her mind. That, she would be glad to deliver, free of charge. But today's been a tiring day overall, the shifts at the hospital wasn't doing her good despite her enhance stamina for a Valkyr. Even the coffee that was supposed to be the machine that replenished her energy for three days straight wasn't being a major help. At this point, Celia may actually rip them to shreds or snap. Both were leaning towards the agreement currently. So when someone suddenly hollered while trying to tell people to get out, she wasn't impressed. 

One, she was trying to get her coffee. Two, she wanted some nicely quiet place for her to brood at. Three, for a fan of people and their 'social interaction', she was not looking for a company tonight. Rogues managed to ruin her day, that's for sure. And even if she told them she'd let them go if they would do their business and then scamper, both parties knew she wouldn't. Cecilia has been hunting down rogues every since she even became one, which speaks a lot of volumes considering she was the first ever Gideon ever turned. So yes, a long time indeed. "Someone who can protect them, I'm not sure if you're trying to say that's you or me. I have no interest in playing superhero tonight or any other nights" she murmured and leaned against her seat properly while staring at the other male, he looks familiar ish. Then again, who doesn't look familiar to Ce?

 It was no news that she held a certain kind of reputation that preceded her in Italy, every Valkyr and especially rogues knew better than to mess with the likes of her. She is not to be trifled with and she will hunt you down if you so happen to cause any trouble for their faction. It's hard to follow the rules when you belong to wide scale of species, but they can be sure of one thing; the Italian Valkyr will hunt them down if they tarnish that reputation of theirs. The same rule applies to those standing just across her. "Are you seriously going to attempt to take on all of them alone? What, no backups?" Even for him, that's a foolish way to get himself killed, he's not a Valkyr and those people didn't seem nor look like they were about to play nice. "Do you need my help?" she quipped humorously, there's not harm in asking. A simple ask can actually do some people a lot of good. That's why please is a magic word. 

She came here tonight for a cup of coffee while listening to the failures of her brokers not being able to attain what she requested. It was basically a silent period of Cecilia Laterza lamenting whether she should go pay a visit back to Rome just for the sake of it. People would know if she returned, she didn't exactly bring along a good reputation once pissed off. Everyone basically knew her to be the 'lap dog', albeit a very loyal one who was rewarded in every way possible. Ce didn't take likely to those who interrupted her peaceful time because she rarely have those and when she does, she would love to have some peace and quiet. The arrival of smug men and a very questionable dhampir piqued her interest, especially when the latter took it as far as making sure everyone exits the premise. Well, with the exception of her, of course. She was still going to have her coffee and there was nothing those men could do. If they hailed all the way from Rome, then there's a high possibility they knew who she was too.

 Apparently he struck a chord in her when he said something along the lines of not knowing how to protect others, oh he's good at what he does, that's for sure. "Got a big mouth on you, stranger. Pity if that gets you in trouble" she shook her head and chuckled in amusement, she didn't need to show it out loud what she planned to do to the others. Not really. "But you've convinced me enough so… there's a few brownie points." She would die before she lets anyone take an innocent life in front of her. She's a doctor, for heaven's sake. How could the Italian really allow someone to wreck havoc in the city she came to? Not on her watch. "So you're saying you don't have any backup… could've just said so. A small please won't hurt, you know" she scoffed and got up from her seat, eyes leveling with the others who seemed like casual thugs from a mafia, "I don't want any trouble because frankly, the blouse is new and I hate to spill blood when unnecessary. You get where I'm coming from? I'm a doctor. I can't really hurt people voluntarily unless they ask for it" It was a one-time warning that pretty much said either get out or I'll get you out, preferably in a body bag. 

Celia blew one strand off from her face and huffed as she walked towards the gang, "Seriously, you're not gonna leave? I don't want to do this the hard way" Despite their stiffened selves, they didn't seem to budge at all which made her sigh heavily. "Fine, I'm just saying for whatever injuries that would be inflicted on you is not entirely my fault." She narrowed her eyes at the younger one who seemed to want to lunge on the dhampir earlier and tripped him using her foot before he could even advance any step further. The sound of glass being broken and she saw the malicious glint from the broken wine glass, "You people seriously have no manners." Before long, it was a crowd of yelling. 

She wasn’t one to incite any fights, she’s bore witness to plenty but she either ends up being the mediator or the healer after the fight is over. This was supposed to be no different, and honestly it would’ve been that way had it not been for the other male’s remarks, “I feel like you were patronizing me” she huffed and blew a few stray light locks from her vision while eyeing the group of people before them. It was such a nuisance, the last thing she wanted was to be part of the fight itself but what was she going to do now that he’s egged her on enough to not stand down from a fight? God knows her ego and pride would’ve been severely wounded. “Trouble will continue to follow you wherever you are if you keep behaving like this” she snarked and rolled her eyes as she got up to her two feet.

 The sound of her heels vibrated across the floor as she turned around to look at the small amount of customers still huddled up together, no doubt trying their best to escape from this unfortunate problem that fell on their doorstep. “Don’t bother, if they don’t want to leave this ‘comfort’ over a small brawl, they won’t budge. You’ll soon find out Evermore’s factions raised some type of degree within them” she murmured in a hushed whisper, she’s had her fair share of encountering at least one from every faction, so she’s made her impression too. When he said he didn’t always need backup, Celia raised her eyes as if she was doubting what he’s saying, though judging from the kind of demeanor he had, that was probably valid and authentic. Luckily for him, one of the things she absolutely could not tolerate even after centuries of dealing with them, were rogues. 

It doesn’t matter where they came from, whoever turned them obviously didn’t stick around long enough to actually instill a sense of preservation and responsibility in them. She hated them with every bit of her being, and that was saying a lot. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she jested teasingly and smirked before averting her gaze back on the one that stood out in the group. The leader didn’t seem to be intimidated, but there were a few underlings that seemed to cower. If they came from Italy and had a single inkling to who she was, they probably knew she had no problem eviscerating every rogue on earth if that meant keeping the supernatural world hidden from the public eye. “I promised Gideon I would play nice and not get my hands dirty here in Evermore, why do you have to be here of all places?” she grumbled, “Well… technically I’m free to butcher you outside of Evermore since I told him specifically that I would do any sort of killings inside.”

She wasn’t one to incite any fights, she’s bore witness to plenty but she either ends up being the mediator or the healer after the fight is over. This was supposed to be no different, and honestly it would’ve been that way had it not been for the other male’s remarks, “I feel like you were patronizing me” she huffed and blew a few stray light locks from her vision while eyeing the group of people before them. It was such a nuisance, the last thing she wanted was to be part of the fight itself but what was she going to do now that he’s egged her on enough to not stand down from a fight? God knows her ego and pride would’ve been severely wounded. “Trouble will continue to follow you wherever you are if you keep behaving like this” she snarked and rolled her eyes as she got up to her two feet.

 The sound of her heels vibrated across the floor as she turned around to look at the small amount of customers still huddled up together, no doubt trying their best to escape from this unfortunate problem that fell on their doorstep. “Don’t bother, if they don’t want to leave this ‘comfort’ over a small brawl, they won’t budge. You’ll soon find out Evermore’s factions raised some type of degree within them” she murmured in a hushed whisper, she’s had her fair share of encountering at least one from every faction, so she’s made her impression too. When he said he didn’t always need backup, Celia raised her eyes as if she was doubting what he’s saying, though judging from the kind of demeanor he had, that was probably valid and authentic. Luckily for him, one of the things she absolutely could not tolerate even after centuries of dealing with them, were rogues. 

It doesn’t matter where they came from, whoever turned them obviously didn’t stick around long enough to actually instill a sense of preservation and responsibility in them. She hated them with every bit of her being, and that was saying a lot. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she jested teasingly and smirked before averting her gaze back on the one that stood out in the group. The leader didn’t seem to be intimidated, but there were a few underlings that seemed to cower. If they came from Italy and had a single inkling to who she was, they probably knew she had no problem eviscerating every rogue on earth if that meant keeping the supernatural world hidden from the public eye. “I promised Gideon I would play nice and not get my hands dirty here in Evermore, why do you have to be here of all places?” she grumbled, “Well… technically I’m free to butcher you outside of Evermore since I told him specifically that I would do any sort of killings inside.”

 Plan, take them over the border and then have her way with their bodies, “We could even have a bonfire party over your corpses.” When the fight escalated, Ce tried her best to either knock them out at best, or maim enough to cripple them rather than sending a hit to kill, “Please refrain from killing here… you can have your chance once they’re out of Evermore.” 

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