If Isabel had been entertaining the idea of lowering her hands to survey the area and see if it was safe, the thought quickly disappeared when Allison spoke up again. No way was she dropping her hands when she could practically feel her face burning them.

Apparently someone had remembered the dream rather vividly. Did she know how much Isabel remembered, too, or had she managed not to divulge that information to the other future Amazon just yet? At leas that would be the most incriminating thing they could use against her. Some events of the future were better left unsaid.

"I was not!" she protested, her voice perhaps a few octaves too high for the statement to be entirely convincing. "The end of the world wouldn't make me stop wearing clothes! And even if I wasn't, but I was, I think it'd be reasonable enough. I think the end of the world kinda makes clothing hard to come by, not that I would know or ever have a problem finding any, so it wouldn't ever be a problem in the first place. And that was then and this is now and now is not naked time!"

She largely ignored Shade's protests against his share of incrimination in the incident. There was definitely no way he couldn't have had a clue how far the boarders of his desired tattoo went. Allison might have been taking a little artistic license with it, but the general surface area was likely pretty much the same.

His change in his tone at the mention of birds was easily noticeable. That sort of artistic license may have been a little overboard by the sound of his response. There didn't need to be a fight on top of everything. A groan escaped her at the thought. She really, really didn't want to have to kick a naked dude's ass.

“I was going to give him the tattoo in my room, but he insisted on coming here instead.” Which was still an awkward sentence. “And significant amounts of the tattoo went below the waist in the picture. Where did you think it went?”

Clinging, in general and especially to Aura, was a pretty normal thing for Allison to do. Allison liked snuggling, and clinging was snuggly, so she clung. When she could get away with it, at least, which was far less often than she wished. Still, that was an entirely different kind of clinging than she was doing now; when snuggling, she was mostly supporting her own weight, and could shift back to standing without any warning or trouble. Which was what she had been doing, up until Lady Isabel’s somewhat panicked denial, at which point she started laughing, and hung onto Aura in order to stay… well, not truly upright, but at least not on the floor. It took a few minutes before she could actually speak again. “You… are a terrible liar, Lady Isabel.”

Which, also, neatly informed Allison that yes, Lady Isabel did remember that. She’d have been able to lie far better if she’d actually believed what she was saying. That was nice to know; hopefully most of the Amazons would remember.

The laughter ended at Shade’s accusing glare. Allison did her best to replace it with something exasperated and isn’t-it-obvious? instead of totally guilty. “Hummingbirds. Stylized hummingbirds. I thought they would look better, and they do. And you told me to use artistic license.” Make adjustments, do whatever she wanted; whatever. Close enough.

Now if only no one told him they were pink with gold outlines instead of the black, blue and white of the rest of the tattoo, she just might have a chance at getting away with this.

Going by that expression, Allison was going to be staying very close to Aura for a while either way.

Aura smiled at the reaction ISabel had, she recalled the dream decently well. It was among other reasons, why Aura was staying much closer to Allsion. Losing her in the future had driven her mad and she feared it might here as well. Still she kept quite about it, more concerned with the trouble her love, had found. Shade looked less then pleased with the idea of the hummingbirds.

Her armed wrapped around Allison, she considered asking Allsion the meaning of artistic license as she did not understand what it was. However it did not seem like the right time so Aura glanced around the room, well Aura did not favor a fight, less so with a fellow order member, she would protect Allison to the best of her ability. SHe let out a slight sigh, the smell of fresh cooked meat tickling her nose,.

"I was just looking for you, love, i just cooked some food, are you almost done here?" Aura asked feeling it might be better to extract her Love from the situation. She did not understand tattoo's to well. While she understood the process the why had always eluded her. "Why would one want a tattoo anyway? " she said her question genuine/ She ahd met many people with them but had never asked.

"Hummingbirds!?" Shade exclaimed, his voice mimicking Isabel's as it rose an octave in embarrassment and surprise. However, unlike the bone-wielding brunette, there was a large presence of anger that was easily visible in the shadow mutant's voice. His eyes screamed for the Allison's head on a platter, his teeth grinding in frustration and rage. The redhead was lucky that Aura was draped over her presently, or he might have drove a blade through his neck without a second thought.

Even so, Shade spent a full moment considering just how quickly the two warrior princesses would be able to react if the shadow stalker did indeed strike at the red-haired teen. Isabel was not in the least paying attention Shade. In fact, the bonemancer was trying all she could to avoid looking at him, as if he might suddenly disrobe again at any moment. However, her hiding might also have been a way to shield herself from her own embarrassment that Allison had brought to life. Aura was more preoccupied with her girlfriend and recently prepared dinner than with the murderous stares Shade was casting at Allison. However, it appeared that she had taken notice of them, as they were not too hard to decipher at the present.

It would only take Shade a second or two of distraction on Aura's part for the shadow mutant to slip his blade past her gaze, with the only problem being his escape. After his move, Shade would have to dodge Aura's pink psionic blades of death and by the time he had managed to do that, Isabel would obviously have snapped her attention back to the scene. It would be almost impossible to dodge the bone wielding buxom as she was squarely between Shade and his escape.

Nope, Allison's revenge would have to wait for another time. However, Shade promised himself that it would come and that she would not enjoy it in the least. However, presently, Shade was just too outmatched in too tight of too bright quarters for him to do anything without it ending up with his blood being spilt too. And Shade tried to avoid all situations that dealt with his blood being spilled.

"I'm through with this s***!" Shade said fiercely, as he grabbed his grey hoodie off the table where he had tossed it earlier. Pushing his way past Isabel without any apology, the shadow mutant walked back to his room. However, he was not far down the hall when he let his anger get the best of him.

Uttering a load growl of frustration at his inability to respond to the teen's actions, Shade reared back and pushed the wall resulting in a loud thud! The action caused his hand to hurt, but he did not care at this point. Still fuming and his a slowly swelling hand now, Shade pasted through the foyer on his way back to his room.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Ashen? Lisa, the secretary, chimed as he walked by.

Shade refused to respond to the question as he disappeared into a shadow and blinked away as the last trailing piece of him vanished from sight.