Hunter Killer sat rock solid in his seat, arms as still as buildings. Underneath his helmet his face was half snarled and glaring, wishing that, if he were further away from the starspawn at this moment, he would order in one of him multiple shapeshifters and bounty hunters. <Getting Slasher to go with Li like he suggested better be damn worth it.... But what will I do about this new one?> He slumped slightly and drew away two of his arms and straitedn, a sighn of his acceptence of any judgment cast so far.

Who knows.... maybe this one will be of some worth to his plans...

Managing to keep up with the two; she slowed as they did. At one point in her pursuit; an authoritative figure that oddly looked like a type of elf with startling golden brown eyes got too close as Pasch had been moving.
Pasch's hand moved as a blur to the side; her long nails acting like five blades; slicing open the male's jugular, making him tumble over the ground. When he stopped; he was a corpse, his life already done and gone.

Stopping a ways off; she watched the two beings interact; hearing Sandra's voice ring out Pasch's head tilted; catching the light, making the lime green cataracts seem to glow again. Slowly stepped forwards. "Easy, my pet...Easy. I come with no harmful intentions. If I wanted to bring harm to you two; I'd of already made my move long ago." she said raising her hands slowly; her boots gently thudding over the ground.

The girl's slitted pupils dilated, then narrowed as light hit them. The golden brown around her pupil burning for a moment, the blue surrounding the brown swirling like stormy ocean water. Despite her eyes, Pasch's light pink lips pulled into a small smile, trying to be friendly. She was trying hard to remember how to communicate by speaking and bodily language with humankind again...

Her eyes studied the two's wounds and she frowned a little. "Those reptiles bloodied you two up good, huh?" she asked and she spat off to the side. "They taste bitter and they were disgustingly cold. I prefer hot meals usually. However, I thank you both for providing me with a snack." she nodded, her tufted ears seeming to poke up through her hair atop her head. The golden lionlike tail forming and shifting behind her ankles; the ridges on it a blackish ebony color.

Inclining her head up to show no harm, yet however she did show dominance in her stance, subconsciously she was using her body to communicate as well. Her ears pricked forwards, showing that she was interested and open to the two. Her hands still raised up and open in a "It's cool" gesture. Her tail lowered by her ankles, shifting every now and then, not letting the end simply twitch to show irritation or anger.

"Perhaps we could continue moving?" she suggested innocently. "You two are being chased, and I really would like to get to interact with someone again." she admitted quietly, her silvery voice dropping into a softer; even saddened tone.

Nal’et had not been smiling amused at Daidora’s words. His mental list just seemed to grow bigger and bigger. What was the crowd doing here in the first place?

“I shall have to remind Keuql of his duties later..” He thought as he continued to listen, his gaze registering every inch of a movement Daidora made. Surely, his shape shifting skills could be put to good use, but this was a double edged sword should he decide to impersonate any of the Elders.

Nal’et had a frown on his voice as Daidora pointed out that the humans might be well organized. Such had been a proven fact many times over, it had been no surprise but most had seemed them too incompetent to be capable of it. This was something Nal’et had already taken into his calculations; disbelief and the under estimating of the Humans was a common thing these days.
As much as others wished them to be mindless brutes, they were quite capable of organizing themselves.

“Now, organization on its own is hardly something worth sweating over…but I have reason to believe humans may be amassing military prowess in a long term plan to retake dominance of the world.” His frown deepened, his skin was incapable of causing any deep wrinkles on his forehead, but his eyes seemed to harden. To others, this was the concern of an Elder who pleaded for the diplomats, to Nal’et, this was him curious about what Daidora knew more about them. How much did he know about the Chaos faction?

“…years of oppression have made them sly.” Indeed, but this came from someone who seemed to pose just as big of a threat. Depending on what Daidora had been able to figure about his own plans.. Nal’et figured Daidora would probably expect to find an ally in him. And perhaps he was, but voicing his opinion about this in public, in here, would undo his image as one who supported the idea of integrating Humans back into society.

“I like him.” Li said, as expected from her. Luna’s response was something Nal’et had generally expected but the next wasn't. "And so I say that you have my vote.” He blinked, then looked at her, the expression on his face could not be clearly read, but he was confused for a moment.
“Now, I believe my work is done here, and I wish to retreat to my chambers. Best of luck to you, Daidora, and good night." Had she really just spoken out her vote aloud, without the council of the other Elders, and then left? Yes, she had, that much was obvious, but… why?

This was quite uncommon, usually all of them interviewed the candidate first, then had a meeting in private without the candidate and came to a conclusion. The crowd’s presence during a meeting such as this was most uncommon, but things just kept getting more.. strange. He turned his gaze back on Daidora, distrust in his mind. The Head Elder’s decision was final, but she had given a vote, not accepted him. Nal’et would have to play his role and determine this one’s loyalty here right now and he would have to check on Luna later.

He eyed Hunter Killer for a split second. So he seemed to be annoyed, but about what? Something for later, but Nal’et would not hold back in exacting punishment on the ill-tempered military leader should he decide to do something stupid. By not bothering to stand up, Nal’et did not grant Daidora the acknowledgement of an equal… not yet.
“I am sure you have not overlooked my history as a supporter of integrating the Humans back into the Hierarchy society.” His hard voice immediately drew the attention of confused and baffled crowd. It reprimanded him for any thoughts of support from Nal’et, and not in much of an obscure way either. He would see how Daidora would fare against his inquiries. “You intend to join their ranks as a human and discover their ‘base of operations’?” Nal’et said as he raised an eyebrow. “As you pointed out in the very start of your ‘report’. This small increase can hardly put even the most trivial of hiccups in the operation of our grand city.” He paused and looked Daidora, carefully observing his reaction. “Also, you seemed to have forgot to mention that you reported this theory to our Military. Or was that because you have not reported it to our military at all?” Nal’et could feel the collective gaze of the onlookers focus on to Daidora as distrust entered their minds. Why would a loyal citizen not inform the military of such a threat?
He did not need to make a single gesture, the Starspawn didn’t move, he hoped Hunter Killer would remain at his position. The threat had been made, Daidora’s motives had been questioned, the moment of ‘truth’ had arrived.

“Chess..” Nal’et thought amused. “What will you do?”

Hunter drew his good eye under his faceplate up and rested it on Nal'et... < Finally an Elder with some sense.... though I knew his side before this... thing ... tried to sway the council with its words...>

What he did next was so unheard of in his race it was seen as insane... He slowly reached up to his helmet and tapped an encrypted key into the seals. As his sheilding slowly depressurized, his hearing increased by factorials at a time. He stoped on the 3! threshold and listened intently, hearing every functioning organ in the doppelganger's body and even the faint trickle of thee rhythm of its blood flowing through its veins.....

Any slip up... any lie... even a misleading twitch or skipped heart beat... and he would know.... And then... the game would begin....

Nick put down the newspaper he was reading back onto the kitchen table, took a sip of his coffee and stretched. It's been months since his surgery and his scars had almost healed. The doctor he hired did a wonderful job (at the cost of what felt like an arm and a leg to his bank account) and Nick was almost ready to appear in public again. He surveyed his apartment. It was a minimalist bachelor suite in one of the shadier parts of the East end. Once corner had a bed and a nightstand. One door led to a small kitchen with a table and the other to an even smaller bathroom. The walls bleach white walls had nothing on them except several hooks from which hung several jackets. His attache case sat in a corner next to his bed. He hadn't touched it in months. Retirement felt good, but he was getting restless.

He checked his phone again to make sure it was charged and there were no missed calls. Satisfied, he took out his attache case and opened it. the disassembled rifle, still freshly oiled, sat nested in the foam interior. Nick sighed, closed his eyes and assembled the rifle. Cracking a magazine into the well he opened his eyes again and grinned. "Looks like I've still got it" he muttered to himself before disassembling the rifle and stowing it again. He checked the straps of his holster and grabbed the pistol on his bedside table, screwing in the silencer and snapping it in place. He grabbed the attache case, threw on his jacket and left the apartment.

Once on the street he breathed in deeply. The crisp night air tickled his nostrils and he grinned. "God I've missed this smell." He announced to no one in particular before heading off down the street before disappearing into an alleyway. There he found the fire escape and quickly climbed to the roof. Sighing peacefully he put down his attache case and opened it. He assembled his rifle once more and set it at the edge of the roof. Taking a quick look through the scope he assessed the surroundings. His finger caressed the trigger as he acquired various targets in his crosshairs. The young elf with headphones over his ears bobbing his head. The human curled up in an alleyway with a needle in her arm. The warewolf on the street corner selling herself. How he wanted to kill again. However it would be imprudent to kill without a contract and getting a contract now would probably mean an early retirement six feet under.

Sighing, Nick packed up his rifle and was about to leave when he felt something. Instinctively reaching into his jacket pocket to grab his silenced pistol. Looking around and not seeing anyone he stood up and cautiously walked over to the fire escape.

Li sucked in a breath and tried in vain not to stare open-mouthed at Taluna's retreating back. This is a new game. Different game. she thought as Nal'et leaned forward. He would not, of course, be as quick to accept Daidora... at least not as quick as casting a vote and leaving.

Li shut her mouth with a snap and turned back to the matter at hand. Taluna was the First Elder, the Eldest as Li liked to say in private. She could ditch meetings when she fancied. Li was not so privileged. She tilted her head as she listened to the question. It seemed that Nal'et was playing quite hard too. She almost sighed. She should acquire a personal vendetta or something.

Shit! She smoothes her long black dress, as she creeps through the east end, hoping to not get caught. Climbing up a firescape, the hem gets caught on one of the rusty bolts. She hopes no one spots her, as she hoists her small bag and change of clothes over her shoulder, her long brown curls swirling around her.

Nick slowly approached the fire escape and slowly peered over the edge, ready to shoot anything looking even remotely hostile. What greeted him, however, could in no way be interpreted as "hostile". Looking over the person he could tell she was homeless and posed no harm to him. He relaxed and holstered his weapon. Extending his hand and smiling, he said "Hi, I'm Nick. And who might you be?"

Looking the lady over he pegged her to be in her early to mid 20's. Although clearly a vagrant, and although her face was quite scarred he could tell she was fairly attractive. "I live about a block away from here. Care to join me for some tea or coffee? You can tell me a bit about yourself there." He asked casually, his voice not revealing anything about what he may have been thinking.

The woman stepped forward slowly, her green eyes glinting in the light. She was clearly not human. "Easy, my pet...Easy. I come with no harmful intentions. If I wanted to bring harm to you two; I'd of already made my move long ago." Her hands raised slowly with this statement, but Sandra's eyes narrowed at being referred to as pet.

She smiled slightly, her pupils doing strange things in the light.

Then she was observing Sandra and Nachytsm's wounds, and the girl's frown matched her own. "Those reptiles bloodied you two up good, huh?" She spit disgustingly onto the ground. "They taste bitter and they were disgustingly cold. I prefer hot meals usually. However, I thank you both for providing me with a snack." Her words accompanied a shift in her features; ears and a tail seemed to appear from nowhere. A demon of sorts if she had to guess. But then, her aura was similar to...

Sandra's eyes shifted to Nachytsm before coming back to the demonness. Now was not the time.

She inclined her head and held her hands out, but her stance held a dominance to it that Sandra did not appreciate.

"Perhaps we could continue moving? You two are being chased, and I really would like to get to interact with someone again." There was something sad to it, and Sandra's breath came out in a short puff.

She looked to Nachytsm again before speaking. "I find it hard to trust you, demon cat. You not only did not offer a name, but you also are not human." She could hear the footsteps growing louder again. "But now is not the time. We will take you with us."

Nachytsm nodded and the three took off towards Sandra's home.

Sandra's home was plain, but there was just enough seating in the living room - if one could really call it that - for everyone to have a comfortable place to be. She was quiet while she lit the fire for warmth and put on a pot to boil. Tea was easy to come by, as it was a simple garden herb, and she had plenty enough to serve to her unexpected guests.

"This is my house. I only brought you here because after tonight, it will not be my house any longer." She looked towards the woman who could not seem to decide between cat and human, and instead settled on a mixture of both. "I am Sandra Bowman, not your pet, and I am a well-known builder in this city. It is only a matter of time before I am identified and hunted for my crimes. We cannot stay here after dawn breaks. If you try anything, I will not hesitate to fight back. I'm hoping, for both your sake and mine that you are not hunting down humans for any malicious reasons."

She turned again to Nachytsm, and though she spoke, her calculating eyes said more than she did. "We need to talk. I know." The 'You're not human' was implied.

Though he had been civil thus far, she hoped that she had not just bitten off more than she could chew.

Daidora did well to hold a grin from stretching across his borrowed face. Nal’et was by far a more worthy opponent then he led the public to believe. In but a few short sentences, he’d systematically pushed at the weak points of Daidora’s report and even brought into question her loyalty to Enigma entirely. A worthy move. So…how to retaliate? Nal’et may have taken Daidora’s bishop…but there were a few moves the doppelganger had left which could threaten Nal’et’s advantage. Certainly the shapeshifter had begun the match at a disadvantage. Literally melting out of pure anonymity, the doppelganger had risen quickly in ranks without giving the public much time to gauge his character…to draw their support. Nal’et was an established member of the council with years of support blocking in his feet against intrusion.

But Daidora did not need to win this match…only fight to an elusive draw.

“Well spoken Elder Nal’et,” Daidora replied with feigned surprise, his eyes and voice rising perfectly in accordance with the emotion. How difficult it was to read a creature of an ever changing face and body structure!

“Certainly I know well of your position to integrate humans back into our society…and have studied well the position itself.” She paused, the crowd confused…was Daidora admitting defeat? Certainly giving way so early in the questioning would completely sully his credibility in the eyes of the people. “Although I must claim to disagree.”

Her form shifted at the end of the last word, a sensuous woman of scaly bronze skin and a luxuriously long and whip-like tail staring at Nal’et with unblinking azure eyes. “Can we so easily forget why it is we who control this land and not them? Humans are short-lived, ambitious, brutish, impatient, and had little respect for the life of this earth when they controlled it! What then would be the results of allowing them power now? They have not changed…slavery only filling their souls with hatred toward our kind. Do you think your opinion greater than the decision of the gods Elder Nal’et?”

It was an admirable move…certainly one to catch the ears of the listeners and put Nal’et a bit on the defensive. Certainly the old pantheon did not hold as much power and respect now as they did long ago…but it was always nice to throw an outside accusation into the inner workings of a hearing. Now to sink his own feet in support.

“The violence humans bring to us may be but a drop against our mountain…and certainly a single drop does not seem like much…but have you seen how rivers carve through even the stoutest of rock, grind away boulders into sand? Leave carpenter ants at their work too long and an entire forest may fall…make no mistake, the humans are dangerous. If anything, the current trends of violence should emblazon it!”

Pausing, the form shifted again to that of a lion pacing before the elders, piercing eyes never leaving Nal’et…almost as if the great beast were hunting him…preparing to pounce. “In ages past, humanity has risen and fallen in extremes. We could expect a revolt from them every century or so as the youth took over for the oppressed adults with spirits still whole and unbroken. These gradual rising statistics speak more of organization and threat than anything else. With drops of water they will lull the mountain of our society to complacency…and with a mighty river they will tear it in twain. Go to the military? Foolish. The military would report the incident to you and we would still be deadlocked in discussion. If the humans had reason to believe we knew what they were capable of…what they were planning…they would erupt to the provocation and instead of quelling this danger silently, innocent lived would be lost to impudence! As an elder I will lead the extermination of this new threat myself…put myself on the front lines…a place where you, Nal’et, do not deign to go.”

The lion fell silent, the room mirroring his muteness.

Slowly, the doppelganger stood…his form melting back to the grey-green skin of his true appearance, massive eyes staring at Nal’et without a trace of emotion.

There would be no victorious smirk…nor nervous flitting of the eyes…nor an angry gritting of teeth. The shapeshifter stared up at the elder without expression…and waited for his next move.

Certainly he had spoken a bit loudly…perhaps crossed more than a few lines. But the people would dissent his death now…and any move from the elders might cast them in the wrong light.

Now was the time of the real game…Daidora taking the rare offensive.

Nachytsm has tensed as a creature exited the shadows before him; it looked like a female human... it did not feel like one though. Not the right kind of smell, not the right kind of movements, not the right... anything. It was talking to them with an air of confidence; 'If I wanted to bring harm to you two; I would have made my move long ago.' He bore his teeth, this being thought it could have taken them.

It further began to speak about eating some of the remains of the reptiles they'd slain; that explained part of the smell, at least. As it spoke, ears appeared atop it's head, catlike in appearance; not long afterward, a tail sprouts seemingly from thin air to curl around her feet. Her hands lift in a show of camaraderie, but her stance remains noticeably dominant.

Nachytsm was prepared to fight her; it showed in his own stance, which had left the defensive and entered the offensive. But then Sandra spoke; "I find it hard to trust you, demon cat. You not only did not offer a name, but you also are not human." Nachytsm's eyes go to Sandra at this, approving, for the most part. He too could hear approaching footsteps, and thought he would end it soon. "But now is not the time. We will take you with us." Incredulously, Nachytsm looks back to Sandra again, who was already moving. Growling low, with a final look to the other female, he nods grudgingly and sets off after her.

It doesn't take them long to reach Sandra's humble home. Getting inside, Nachytsm quickly moves to a wall, then finds his way to an empty corner. Sandra had gone to make Tea, and thus Nachytsm was stuck staring at the Demon. Sandra begins to speak as she worked, to the demon. And to him, as well, he supposed.

Abruptly however she turns directly to him. "We need to talk. I know." She was implying more than just her words. Nachytsm merely stares at her for a time, no expression on his face. Knew what exactly, he wondered. He wasn't about to show his hand for a simple accusation like that. "Yeah. I've been fighting for a while now. What of it?" He asks. He had a feeling it was more than just that, but wasn't going to let on so easily. Particularly not in front of... his eyes look again to the despised being in the room, the Demon.

The feeling of tensity rose in the air after making herself present, however. That didn't matter now; what mattered more was getting to shelter and away from the authoritative figures of the city.Seeing Nachytsm go into the offensive, Pasch felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and her pupils narrowed at him in a look of warning. Ignoring him she took off after the two. "Didn't mean the term 'pet' as an insult..Just a way of saying 'friend' in a more affectionate manner...I apologize in advance for what I am, I can't help it." She said softly giving a faint smile, Following the two quickly. She was lead to a small abode, Her eyes flashed once as she stared at the small building with a look of curiosity.

Following Sandra and Nachytsm inside, she looked around with fascination. Any dominance in her stance she had before seemed to melt as an almost childlike curiosity swept through her.
Nostrils flaring now and then as she picked up the scents within the home she paused as she heard Sandra say this wasn't to be her home anymore. Her ears twitched as she smelt the logs of the fire burn and she relaxed a little. It had been such a long time since she had felt any form of comfort of a fire, or of a home.

Feeling eyes of dislike watch her closely from Nachytsm, she ignored him for now. Looking to Sandra after she told Nachytsm "We need to talk..I know." A brow arched at this a bit, however she said nothing. It wasn't her place.
She glanced at Nachytsm in his corner and she felt a small feeling of dislike at the way he already seemed to loathe her. The end of her tail flicked in irritation at this, but other then that. Her body showed no signs of her vexation. She watched between the two, waiting patiently for a place where she could possibly introduce herself.

Hunter_Killer listened in with great interest. Every point he posed about the humans he mentally marked to “correct” those records. Everything was a game to Nal’et, this he knew well. Diplomacy, public relations, and even interactions with future and present Elders. Everything was a well played game that went s he saw fit. The only time he had ever bested the elf was in the question of military strength and regulation… but even that was only because he had lived four countless centuries in war and disagreement. Even as he regulated Enigma he was getting reports of their galactic conquest across the solar systems. He crossed one leg over the other and listened the thing with great fascination.

Resting three arms across his chest and one resting on this support and rubbing under his chin, he pondered all the arguments stated. Hunter was no fool in politics either… but his “strengths” were in enforcement… not words. He could hear a slight change in heart rate and breathing but he knew that it, like all shape shifters, felt such a change when their forms were changed and conversation was held. He glanced at Stealth and Slasher and they at him. Stealth was saddened for she knew what was going to Luna… but it couldn’t be helped. Slasher was crushed by his slight recall from ripping the Doppelganger, but he at least still had a chance to become Li’s personal guard and messenger.
He looked back at the argument and sighed in his helmet with the transmitter turned off. He leaned over to Keuqle and talked to him through the VOX, “What do you think of the doppelganger?”

"Yeah. I've been fighting for a while now. What of it?"

Nachytsm was understandably displeased about being addressed in front of the demon woman, and Sandra didn't expect to discuss this right here.

She was silent for a moment as she poured tea and offered it to her guests. She put another log on the fire and used a makeshift fire poker to stir the hot coals there. Then she turned towards her guests again.

"If either of you wish to sleep, we may have some difficulty fitting you all into a comfortable area. I only have the one couch and my bed. If you both desire to sleep, I can stand watch." Then she looked to the demon cat. "We will talk more shortly. In the meantime, feel free to use the fire to warm yourself."

She turned and walked towards her bedroom, looking at Nachytsm over her shoulder. "I don't mean to discuss this here. Will you speak with me in private?"

Nachytsm frowns, glancing once at the Demon, then back to Sandra. Seeing nothing threatening enough to merit his not accepting the offer, he walks into her room after her.

"It may not be any of my business, but I suspect that you are not entirely human. My only real question is what are your intentions? You must know how suspicious it seems to be approached by someone of another race when the race I happen to be is hated by all." Sandra says, cutting to the chase.

Nachytsm laughs slightly in response, a low growl of a noise. "Not entirely." He mimics her somewhat, though perhaps not meaning to be disrespectful. "Not anymore, anyways. I'll letcha know, I no bear no feelin's for the so-called 'Gods' that've forsaken me twice now." He moves away from the door, lest the other creature be listening in on them.

Sandra watches him carefully, taking in the tone of his voice. "The Gods currently reigning on high are nothing more than glorified entities." She moved further into the darkened room, staying close to Nachytsm. "I do not have any problems with you. Even still, you must know that I have every reason to be cautious. I feel that perhaps you feel the same way. That one out there," She pointed towards the living room, "is more than suspicious. One does not walk freely through South End with such physical attributes and simply approach humans. I do not trust her. But we had little choice at the time. Now, however, I intend to find out her true intentions."

A grin spreads across the scarred visage of Nachytsm. "You prob'ly know that thing's a Demon." He states nonchalantly. "I'm no better. But I can still bear a hatred for 'em, the likes of which wouldn't be matched in the fires of hell even." His growling voice grows menacingly as he speaks, "I bear no kinship to those... things." That said, his demeanor flattens out; he had spoken more words to Sandra than likely he had in all their time, in just a few moments. "Anyways. I don't trust it either."

Sandra nodded, understanding the concept well. She was no more kin to the human rapist than Nachytsm was to this demon cat. "You have a strong aura and the long history of a warrior. I will view you as such." She clasped him on his shoulder in a friendly manner. "One cannot control the circumstances of their birth. It is their actions in life that should be judged. I have seen nothing that would cause me to judge you unfavorably, whatever your past might be." She let her hand drop and glanced towards the living room. "Shall we address the hell cat now? I am somewhat determined to find her purpose before the dawn breaks."

The man remains still for a time. He was not usually at all accepted, particularly these days... if he had more shreds of humanity left he may have shed a tear. Instead, he grasps her opposite shoulder in turn; it was a common sign of comaraderie between soldiers. "Aye." He says in response to her query, and moves to enter the other room.

((P.s before anybody flames me for GMing or whatever, this was a prearranged conversation through chat to cut down on forum chatter.))

The female paused as Sandra and Nachytsm left to the other room to speak in private. A small creeping feeling of paranoia managing to sneak it's way into her gut. Her heartbeat quickened a little as she didn't like being abandoned to Sandra's living room in solitude once more.
She said nothing to the affect, however. Her tail curled about her ankles as she knelt before the fire quietly; her eyes watching the dancing flames with a look of longing appreciation.

Forcing her nerves and emotions down to calmness she sighed slowly. Her ears pulling back slowly as her eyes partway closed. A hand reaching out a little; allowing her fingertips and palm to warm up, then she placed her hand to her cheek with a small smile peaceful gracing her features. Such simple things were all coming back into her grasp again, she had missed things like fire so dearly.

Looking up as Nachytsm and Sandra came back into the room, her eyes swept over the two quickly. Comrades. She could see it between the two and her ears stayed laid back a bit. Not in anger or irritation, but in a silent sign of allowance. She had just randomly popped up before these two. She was very surprised to be where she was now unscathed, seeming as to how Nachytsm already didn't seem to like her at all.

"Ahh.." she paused, gathering her thoughts a moment. She had nearly forgotten mannerism in front of humanity. "Thank you for allowing me here." she said simply, giving Sandra a smile. "It's been a long time since I've been near a fire." she murmured, not giving a clue as to how truly long it had been. "My name is Pasch-Chime." she said and glanced at Nachytsm with a mild skeptical look. She shifted her weight again and bit her bottom lip a bit, what was she to say now? Her ears twitched as she rose to her feet and stood upright; her arms folding behind her back casually. "As for the sleep issue..." she said, trying to make conversation. "I can stand watch if you'd like?" she suggested. "I'm nocturnal, and living out in the woods for a long time I've grown used to keeping my eyes and ears open to possible threats." she supplied and paused, wondering if it was such a good idea to suggest that?
Perhaps they'd take it to her idea of trying to murder them in their sleep? 'Goodness I hope not.' her mind thought as her tail flicked.
"Uhhh...You'll have to excuse my Oddness." she said and gave a little sheepish smile suddenly. "I am not used to being around people anymore...I am finding my old roots again." she laughed cheerfully.

In her laugh, those fangs were exposed to Sandra's and Nachytsm's eyes. The canine longer then the eyeteeth on either side, all three being a bit longer and sharper then all the rest. Basically giving her a rather unnerving set of 12 sharp teeth to bite with. This female was obviously a predator without a doubt already, but the sighting of her teeth weren't helping her case at all. Noticing the two's tensity around her still, Pasch gave a slightly hurt little frown all of a sudden. "...Ahh..." she said quietly. "If you both feel so uneasy around me, I could leave if you'd like?" she said tilting her head a bit. "I'm not here to fight or cause problems... I just want friends." she mumbled finally looking half embarrassed about her confession. "I just came into the city and you two were the first I've found."

"Ahh.. Thank you for allowing me here. It's been a long time since I've been near a fire. My name is Pasch-Chime."

"As for the sleep issue... I can stand watch if you'd like? I'm nocturnal, and living out in the woods for a long time I've grown used to keeping my eyes and ears open to possible threats."

"Uhhh...You'll have to excuse my Oddness. I am not used to being around people anymore...I am finding my old roots again." she laughed cheerfully.

"...Ahh... If you both feel so uneasy around me, I could leave if you'd like? I'm not here to fight or cause problems... I just want friends. I just came into the city and you two were the first I've found."

Sandra looked to Nachytsm a few times during the demon cat's speech, trying to access his feelings. It seemed to her he wasn't very happy with the situation. Sandra still wasn't sure what to make of it all, but she wouldn't put Nachytsm at risk by suggesting they sleep with an unknown demon watching over them.

"Pasch, if I may call you that, if you are going to stay, I believe we will stay up until dawn." It had been a long day for Sandra and she was extremely tired, but she wasn't going to leave Nachytsm alone, nor was she going to try to make him sleep. It was the only real option she could find. "I am not entirely sure why you would come with us in the first place, and as for whether or not you can stay, I'm leaving that up to him." She deliberately did not speak his name, as he had not yet given it to her.

Sandra poured herself some tea, scrubbing a hand over her face and rubbing her tired eyes. It would be a long night and if things continued on this way, an even longer day.

Nothing, nothing,NOTHING. That is what echoed insie of her head, throught the room she was stored in. How could they? They took her from her home, even if it was not much of a home, took her from the safest place she was in.

How dare they, how dare they try and block them out? No no, she wasn't thinking like herself, she could already feel the icy hands, the clutching grasps of Them. She didn't want it, didn't want them to be so close, didn't like their whispers along the cracked, the broken, sheilds of her mind. If they pushed hard...No! She must not think of that.

Anything, anything, would be better then starring at these walls of concrete. How could one live like this? Live with those walls, so close...She could almost feel the cold,rough, concrete press close, strangling her. What did they want this time? The hum of vioces, bad vioces, stop talking, was so close, buzzing, buuuuzzzz, that was what it was.

Scheme lurched to her feet, arms rasied, hands curled up into fists as she lashed out at the cement wall, the rough texture of it, the small beads almost like itsy bitsy knives cutting into ther skin, bad bad. It was all so bad, even the pain, the sight of crimson droplets from her hands, could not distract the vioces. All it did was remind her.

Remind her off what, she wasn't certain. She was dimly aware, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she should not still be bleeding, that she had not fed in a while and that, perhaps, is what drove her to lapping at her hands, cleaning al traces of the bitter blood of.

Why was it bitter, it should have been sweet, should have been nurturing but it just left a hollow gnawing in her stomach, a bitter taste in her mouth as the blood coated her tongue, the wound closing. Why couldn't she, why hadn't she, eaten in so long? It was...hard to remember where she was, she could feel the other's rising, knew that her eyes would be glowing.

She needed to get out, and soon at that, needed...out. That was it. She was no pet, no lap cat to be locked up, stared at, was not one to help others. No, they would learn that the hard way..Let the games begen...Yes, let the games begen..

Yet, as the vioces echoed and danced, slipping into her mind, then back out before she could fully comprehend the fact that they had breached her sheilds, she couldn't help but feel remorse. The game would most likely get people killed, innocents, and as much as They didn't mind, she was diffrent. Locked up inside her own mind, locked into a tiny fucking cage that had no escape.

Somehow though, somehow, she had excaped. It had caused her pain, she still had scars from when her own body had been battling it's self, metal scares to...But she didn't wish to think about those. When would it end, would the vioces ever leave her in peace.

She let out a ragged scream, it had no words, wasn;'t much of a scream really, her throat was to dry, her body to warn out to really work up a good breath for such a scream as she fell backwards, through the air. She imagned she could feel the force of every particale, ever small nutron, atom, that she fell through before she hit the ground.

What's wrong? The serphintine vioce seemed to echo in her head, the laughter that followed it as cold as any, as cold as the chill she suddenly felt, making her brow go damp, pinpricks of sweat suddenly beading on her pale, swollow, skin. Is the little girlie scaaaaaared? The vioce whispered, to her, both of them. Sometimes, they took on diffrent personalities, trying to help her.

It was all a lie though, a lie designed to get her trust. "LEAVE ME ALONE" she yelled to them, hands going over her ears, pressing them down. Like that would help, they were in her mind, echoing, swirling about her form. Hurtign her, healing her, punishing her for nto being it not being the strong one. "NO NO NO NO NO" she screamed, over and over those words till they blended, became a long, anamalistic sound of fear, of suffering.