Pretty much everyone in the room whipped out some sort of device at some point. She glanced around with her little cup to her lips, pondering on what it was they were all looking at. Secret message of some sort?

... Was she supposed to pretend she'd gotten some kinda message too?

Meh. That would just be more work in the long run. She'd go with ignorance if anyone asked, which seemed rather unlikely considering that they all seemed focused on one thing or another.

Her twins snuck a few more snacks while she was distracted. The conversation was shifting from jargon she didn't understand to talk of ransacking places and chaos. That caught her interest. She'd grown up quite a bit since the days she'd spent cavorting around the city pegging bystanders in the face with fake arrows, or that one time someone had thought it wise to give her a tear gas grenade launcher and let her fire it off into a crowd of bigots at an Anti-mutant protest... but she still had a tendency to lean toward her old habits when she was in a mood.

Tipping subway cars? Flooding things? Sounded like fun to her! She knew a few jerks in the city to deserved some property damage, too.

A little scuffle broke out behind her, and she calmly turned to watch. Her clones were busy attempting to stuff the remainder of their food into their mouths like panicked chipmunks while avoiding the fight.

Someone jerked a chainsaw to life and she wheeled back around, seriously wondering who could honestly be such an idiot to activate a tool like that within the building.

”And what chaos will you reap, little girl?”

... The hell? Was someone talking to her? She briefly thought about turning to see if anyone else was behind her, before what he'd said fully sank in.

Little Girl?

Her shoulders squared as her hackles rose and she shifted her attention to him fully with a deadpan expression on her face. It was the dude from before... the one who'd gotten into a brief scuffle with the big breasted lady, which had fizzled out before it even had a chance to get interesting.

She gave him a squinted once over, "Sorry dude, you're too old for me... You on a watchlist somewhere?"

She didn't even get to inwardly laugh at her own joke. Someone bumped slightly into her from behind, spilling some of the coffee still in her cup down the front of her Tshirt. Turns out that the guy who'd sucker punched another guy was still brawling, and he'd just inadvertently gotten her involved.

"OI! Watch what the @#$% you're doin'!" Dropping her cup, she turned, lifted a leg in the direction of the offending man, and aimed a strong kick with some of her weight behind it at his midsection.

Astrid tuned out most of what October was saying, mostly because she didn’t really care. She sat back in her chair, a little bored with the whole thing. Isabel wasn’t doing anything interesting, the fancy man wasn’t doing anything interesting, and her attention had drifted. She was finicky like that.

She swung her legs in her chair, letting her restlessness manifest itself in physical form. On one swing back with her left leg, she felt a buzzing deep within the pocket of her skirt. She reached into the ruffles and felt around her cellphone, which she mostly carried around for show. Nobody texted her, and she had nobody to text… so why was it buzzing?

Loki. Loki had apparently texted her. Astrid’s eyes widened and she sat forward in her chair. Now that was interesting. She usually only received dubious emails from their “great and powerful leader”, but now she was getting a text. That proved that he was watching them. She glanced around quickly for any signs of someone spying on the group of misfits.

Before she knew it, the room had started to move again. There was noise coming from all the people around her and then grabbing for the weapons in the room. Astrid hung back a little, feeling no need to fight for any kind of blade or gun. She didn’t need stupid weapons to create chaos. She could do that with just what was on her person.

The teen waited for people to finish up with what they were doing while she stood a little away from Isabel. She was standing in her blind spot, hoping to be able to see where Isabel would choose to create chaos so that she could go there too.

That would be awesome.

Before she knew it, though, there was fighting going on. That was even more interesting than the text message! She continued to stay a little ways back, making sure not to get thrown into the fight before she was ready.

Soon enough, though, there was a writhing mob of people in the middle of the room. It seemed as though their original intent to bring chaos into the city had been stopped by their inability to communicate. There was thrashing and flailing everywhere, and people continued to make mad grabs for their weapons of choice with no avail. The number of people that were in the room seemed somehow larger thanks to the fighting.

“Forget goin’ out! I’m taking these mother******s down!” someone screamed at the top of their lungs. There was a great cheer that followed the voice, and then blood.

Lots and lots of blood.

Astrid then realised that the opportunity that had been presented to her was too great to pass up. Mentoring be damned, she was getting in a fight!

The girl let out a high-pitched war cry, shifted her wings, and ran into the thick of things. There would be casualties. Oh, so many casualties.

Somewhere along the way, the idea that they were a faction, a group of people that were supposed to be working together, seemed to have been lost.

Well, things had escalated rather quickly. Not that Isabel was going to complain, especially when most of the collective ire was directed at that pushy green kid. Really, what did he expect as a nobody trying to organize a group of people operating under the collective goal of creating as much chaos as possible? The whole thing had been a ticking time bomb, one with a very short fuse as it turned out. She wondered if he bled green, too.

Violence was always something she could rally behind. And since this whole gathering had been nicely tucked away in a warehouse away from the general public, Isabel could indulge in her violent tendencies with little fear of any backlash from Zephyr. As long as she didn't get caught in a full-scale riot she'd be in the clear.

Of course most people made a dive for the assortment of weaponry spread out around the warehouse. Seriously, how foolish was it to pick a spot to meet that had stuff like swords used as decorations? Chaos group. Very little impulse control. Was greeny stupid? Probably, yeah.

Things were quickly devolving into an all-out brawl. Even in all her years as a member of the Order, arguably one of the most destructive factions once housed in New York with any number of volatile members, they'd never sunk to infighting like this. This looked like a faction imploding, and while it was a shame that it had been so short-lived Isabel couldn't say she was too torn up to see it go out with a bloody bang.

As everyone made a break for the weaponry and started to collect in loose groups of fighters, Isabel hung back just long enough to pull out her favorite old spidery bone legs. Being able to elevate herself above a group was always an advantage, and the spear-sharp leg points could do a lot of damage in and of themselves.

She would deal with Jaager later. There were smaller, easier fish to spear first.

Tiger lady was silent. The silence spoke volumes. Elliott said nothing back. Hrm...

He'd hoped the group could stay constructive, but his luck had been bad. The violence that was supposed to have been directed outside turned inwards, and Elliott suddenly decided anywhere was better than where he was at.

It was a shame. A travesty. But he'd called it. Nobody puts baby in the corner, and nobody can control chaos. It should have been evident by the chaos part of the word that it wouldn't be subject to anyone's orders.

Elliott turned, and left. He leaped over people and around obstacles as he exited the warehouse. He had all the faith in the world that his friends could get out alive, but Ragnarok. Ragnarok was dead.