Wilted

"Ah good job on that, kid." He grinned, crossing his arms. "Little Lucy never get's visitors. She's so antisocial that-"
Lucy shot him such a glare that he faltered a bit, and trailed off. Forgetting what he was about to say, he looked back to Alistair, motioning to himself. "The name's Maverick." He then pointed to the rest of the group, "The little one's name is Madelynn, that monochrome guy's Oliver, and the lady with the glasses and the permanent glare is Viviana."
"Good afternoon."
"Hiya!"
"Pleased to meet you."

(P.S, coloring to tell who talks from now on. Maverick is Yellow, Viviana is Red, Madelyn is Purple, Oliver is Green.
 
Alistair made sounds of acknowledgement before remembering that these clowns just came through the wall. He stated as much, with a few added expletives. Turning to Lucy, he asked, "Who are these people?" incredulity plain on his face.
 
"They're the.. help. The help." She looked to the group in annoyance.
"We prefer bodyguards."
"You're help, I don't need bodyguards."
"We help you guard your body."
"I can take care of myself."
"Than we guard your fortune."
"You run our fortune bankrupt."
"Then we're superheroes!" The little girl threw her arms in the air in exaggeration, a large and childish smile on her face as the group looked down at her, a long silence drawing out.
"...Fine, you're superheroes."
"Yay!" She clapped her hands giddily. Such a small girl couldn't possibly have been hired as a bodyguard here, let alone just as a maid, right? Such an odd group probably wouldn't get themselves a decent job, either way. The fact that they had destroyed that wall was a clear notification that they were a little different.
 
Alistair watched the procession with an odd look on his face. Not much of it made sense, especially not what the strange people were saying, that they were bodyguards. Certainly not, he thought to himself, frowning. His mother had once insisted that he have a guard, but the man had been emotionless and relatively silent. After it was proved that he wasn't in danger of being killed any time soon and the bodyguard was dismissed, Alistair had been slightly happier, glad he could go to the bathroom without the guard waiting outside.
 
Lucy looked to Alistair, hoping he wouldn't press for answers, but she could tell he wasn't buying any of the excuses. As if he'd buy the truth any more than the white lies she'd conveyed. As if these people would be hired as maids and butlers; even if they were, with the destruction they'd caused, and as often as these things happen, they would have been kicked out already. Shaking her head, she let out a sigh, as if giving up, and spoke quietly, "They sort of do protect things here. They destroy things too, of course, but they protect. There are certain things in the world that people don't know of; and these people make sure of that. Like monster hunters, or what Maddie said, 'superheroes.' Except.. not." She looked at him for a moment before adding, "I hope it's not too much information to put on your shoulders."
 
"How am I supposed to be reacting to this?" Alistair asked, running a hand through his hair. It didn't make much sense to the young man, none of it did. Monster hunters...? Such things didn't exist, or if they did, it was only among crazy people. "It doesn't make sense," he told her, frowning slightly.
 
She suspected such a reaction to come from him. She sighed, thinking of some way she could convince him of it, but could think of nothing. So she tust turned back to him, forcing a smile. "Alright, then, everything you've heard so far has been a lie. Thank you for participating, friend, don't tell the press what you've heard."
"Hey, wait, we can prove it!" Vivianna spoke up, waving a hand.
"Yeah, come on, we can just show him around the mansion."
Of course, that would convince him of something. They had practically forced her father to have a room be dedicated to themselves. She thought this over, wondering if it would be best to just send him off, and pretend she didn't know what they were talking about. But it wasn't likely he'd believe that it was all a lie either. They smashed down a wall, without a single weapon or hammer in hand.
"Fine," she said finally, standing up, "But if this doesn't turn out well, someone's getting kicked out."
 
Alistair was slightly off-put by how quickly Lucy brushed him off when he expressed disbelief. However, when she said it was fine that he be shown around the mansion, he grinned slightly. Standing up, he bit his lip, wondering if he might have made a mistake or hurt someone's feelings.
 
She nodded once, and made her way towards the hole in the wall, stepping over to the other side. "Maybe we should just put a door here." Lucy muttered, before motioning for Alistair to follow. The group also did, but decided to lead instead. Every room in the mansion seemed to look the same; white walls, white floors, high ceilings, and they together were better at getting around than just Lucy was. She preferred staying in her easily-accessible bedroom, and even though she lived in the mansion, she still found herself lost sometimes. Just to make things seem normal in the home, Maverick began naming what each room was. "The kitchen's there. I don't understand why it's such a big room, really, people eat in the dining hall over there." He continued to ramble about all of the rooms for a long while; there was no way someone would memorize everything right off the bat, either way. He must have just been happy to find someone other than the group to hang around.
 
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