Ace Tyrant's Story

Faith Alexis

A beautifully perfect blonde sat perched upon a grey cliff edge, her legs swung over the ledge dangling dangerously; she did not seem to care the slightest, in fact the youth felt more at ease now then she did anywhere elsewhere...

Faith's pupils scanned the destroyed town below her, the place that was once her home and her area of safety. Of course she knew that it would come to this horrible terror in the end, so much so she had spent her whole life waiting for war to rip apart her reality. Even though she had thought about the after affect for so long, now that it was here she had no idea what she should do or where to go next. So she was just waiting for something similar to what others described as peace to come along. Something told Faith she could be waiting a long time.

The woman sighed, scraping togther the blades on her arm out of boredom. Small yellow sparks flew from its surface and vanished as quickly as they appeared. It had been a long time since she had stumbled across anyone looking for trouble, the days had grown dull and the hours seemingly stretched longer. Though she considered wandering and looking for someone to play games with, she promised she would not let the Neco spirit overcome her.

Ace Tyrant

Pain shocked up and down Aces limbs as he dodged through the wreckage, the sole of his feet starting to numb from the endless running. He looked down at the worst gash in his thighs that was currently flowing with thick crimson blood. "Where did the runt go!? I can't see the little sh*t anymore!" A man’s harsh bellowing voice sounded. Ace was sure that this was it this time, escaping them and also finding a safe place to tend to his wounds was unlikely.

The blonde swallowed heavily, sliding between two slabs of metal that he could use to hide from them and stuffing the cuff of his jacket into his mouth to silence his pain filled breaths. He clung to the nutrition packages that he had stole from the strangers, now unsure if such a dangerous move was worth the pills and small food stocks. Though the voices soon began to fade unto the distance, he dare not move a muscle.

Ace's head began to spin as he tried to drag his ice blue eyes away from his leg; he then shut them completely as he tied his scarf around it, sinking his teeth into his lips as he did. Exhausted the youth just lay there, praying that the world would be merciful to someone as weak as him.

Jennifer was walking, endlessly walking, as she usually was. Her feet hurt, her legs ached, but still she walked, it was all she could do now. Walk, search, hit a dead end, repeat. She was never disappointed, not anymore, she just moved on. And today, she had moved on, coming across a ruined village, burnt and crumbling, falling to shambles. For a while, she stared at it, face blank, her eyes so blue they were almost white scouring all she could see, when she saw a group of thug-looking men retreating from the center, grumbling and sighing angrily of how they'd lost him. Him. Who was him?

Lifting her com unit up and onto her ears, she walked forward, heavy leather boots making distinct markings in the dirt and dust. If she could pick up a transmission here, it would help a lot, and she'd feel better, attempting to find something. Coming to a quick stop, she whipped her head left as she heard a large banging crash a few houses over and knelt down, putting her right hand down to steady herself, then quickly pulled it back. Something warm and reddish-brown had smeared on her hand when she put her fingers down in a small puddle of it; judging by color and smell, it was blood.

Turning her head slowly toward her right, she peered between a few sheets of metal, searching for the source, and quickly found it. A man was hiding, shaking a bleeding, between the two slabs, obviously terrified. She inched towards him, breathing gentle, and pulled her headset off before clicking her tongue to get his attention. She wasn't exactly a helpful person, but if he kept bleeding, he'd die. And death bothered her, to a certain level.

Ace Tryant

Ace flinched slightly at the sound of a crash, but didnt dare peek around the corner to find out what caused such a commotion and sat tight glaring at his bloody wound. The crimson liquid just wouldn’t stop flowing, and the pain throbbing up his limbs just didn’t seem to improve at all. "Shit..." The blonde hissed under his breath, leaning forwards and burying his face deep in his arms, shaking with fear and furious anger of his weakness.

*Click*

Though Aces hearing was somewhat fuzzy from his loss of blood, he still heard the tiniest sound against this violent but quiet world. Slowly he lifted his face upwards, his once handsome expression fearful and cold. The youth found a pair of very beautiful blue eyes glaring at him through the gap in the metals, the strangers finger tips dripping with his own blood.

Ace let out a soft breath of surprise and quickly snatched up his tazar gun and aimed it at the girls forehead. His hands shook like crazy, from both pure terror and the weakness his body was now suffering. After a mere few seconds he lowered his weapon, not seeing the point, he was done for anyway. Maybe she could make his death much more quick, and would in fact be doing him a favour. "Pl..please..." Ace whispered quietly, though he himself was not sure what exactly he was asking for.

He watched her calm movements, the gentleness of her breaths and those sharp but currently merciful blue eyes. Ace relaxed a little, she didn’t look like she wanted to harm him, but he couldn’t be too sure. Either way he didn’t mind...

Calmly, but quickly, Jennifer stretched forward and twisted the man's wrist, pointing his taser away from her face, her other blood-tipped hand covering the youth's mouth. She shook her head slightly, as if to tell him to keep his mouth shut, and inched her way closer, not even rocks clattering under her heavy boots. After a moment, she moved her hands away, sure he wouldn't fire the electric volts at her now, and slipped closer, tucking the top of her torso into the tight space with the other person, trying to get eyes on his injury.

It wasn't fatal, but it was deep enough to scar, and would become very infected if it wasn't treated soon. With a scowl, Jennifer scooted back out and sighed. She didn't have the current supplies to treat him, and he was definitely too weak to treat himself. She closed her eyes and considered her options; she could leave him here, move on, let him fend for himself, probably die. It would be on her conscious a few days, but nothing too drastic. Or she could take time, seek out others that were better supplied, get him help, and be a few days behind schedule. That was the more stupid option, the one that inconvenienced her. But she already knew, no matter what argument she gave herself, that was the option she would choose.

Cursing herself under her breath, she grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him out, sure it hurt him, but easy to her, praying he was smart enough to stifle his whimpers. Paying no mind to him, she tugged him to his feet, slung his arm round her shoulders, and began to walk towards the direction of the loud crash as though he weighed no more than a feather. Bickering voices were coming from there as well, meaning people. People probably better suited to care for this man than she was. Half-dragging him, Jennifer made her way close enough to see them, keeping in the shadow of one of the ruined houses, watching to assess the group's danger level to her and her injured acquaintance.

Ace Tyrant

The girl covered his mouth with his bloody hand; some of the metallic crimson staining his lips forcing the horrid taste to linger on his tongue. Nice. He was unsure what exactly she was doing, and was about to struggle when she lightly shook her head. Confused as to what she was doing, but now certain that the stranger didn’t mean no harm, Ace just went along with everything.

The black haired woman crept closer, her blue eyes examining his wound in pure silence. Ace watched as she looked, recoiled, and shut her eyes. Clearly wondering if he was worth dragging along and saving. I'll hold you back!... The blonde youth wanted to scream, but she had asked him to keep his mouth closed and he would do as she said. Ace pressed his lips into a thin line as the female scowled, he would clearly be a nuisance to her if she decided to "Keep him", and he was wondering by her reactions if in her mind the best option was to draw that blade and slit his throat before he had chance to pull her down.

"Ah-" Ace cried quietly before forcing himself to silence, pain began to throb through his body and she really didn’t seem to give a sh*t. He didn’t blame her, and didn’t feel discouraged by her firey attitude either. She had been far too kind already. With his arms around her shoulders the stranger basically dragged him towards voices. Ace couldn’t believe the strength she had...the strength that he lacked. As they ran he couldn’t help but smile widely, ignoring the pain and focusing on how kind and merciful she had been. Ace disobeyed orders. He placed his lips beside her ear and lightly whispered in barely audible breaths. "Thank you..."

The feud between the others had finally calmed down, the girl in heavy armor disappeared and began to stride away, giving Jennifer a good window to announce her presence. She whistled, the noise cutting through the air shrilly, and stepped out of the shadows. She scanned the three people before her, then gestured to the injury on the man's leg, staring straight at each one in turn. She took a deep breath and bowed her head slightly, hoping she looked submissive enough that they wouldn't outright attack them. Though she was sure she could easily protect herself and escape, it would mean leaving behind the injured one, which didn't sit well with her.

Taking a deep breath, she tightened her grip around the boy's shoulders reassuringly and opened her mouth to speak. "He needs help," she said, her voice hoarse, as she'd had no need to speak in many weeks, "and I can't give it to him." She shifted slightly, propping her hip out to the side so she could quicker grab her pistol if need should so arise. "He's gonna lose this leg if he doesn't get some help. Is there anything any of you can do?"

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Faith Alexis

"Have you come to pick the soon-to-be dead person's eyes, like an everyday crow?"

Faith snarled coldly at the suited females comment, glaring at her with sharp disapproving pupils. "Jumping into a battle without a reason is a foolish and pointless action. So yes, I guess I am your so called "Crow" but it seems I have more braincells then the Panther..." The blonde hissed in a blunt tone at the stranger. Faith was unsure why she compared this woman to a Panther, it seemed more like a hushed compliment than a insult, but it simply rolled from her tongue. Panthers were beautiful and spiritual creatures. Of course the rest of her sentence was pretty insulting enough. Maybe she described her as the feline due to her clear strength and tendency to lurk in the shadows out of sight...

A small thin smile grew on her lips as the man told his opponent that unfair battles were something he would refuse to fight in. It seemed he had a excellent stable mind, which could not be said as the same for the woman. Now Faith was not backing anyone, but she instantly hated the female stranger with a large amount of passion. She had placed herself in her bad books with her first comment, her thoughts on the brunette male was yet to be decided.

The female then looked up at her, still and cold, empty? She looked empty, as though behind that metal suite there was nothing there. However, she then proved faith wrong as she removed her armour. Behind it a woman, around the same age as herself, brunette with dark eyes. Pretty, Faith hated admitting. Then...She left...

How very odd...

Faith could not help but admit she was disappointed with the lack of bloodshed, but the conversation had been interesting enough. The remaining stranger then lifted his face, eyes turning warm and pleasant. Her stomached rolled inside her, though she was unsure whether it was for good or bad reasons, either way she showed no change in expression to prove such a feeling rocketing through her. "I need a reason, and at the moment I don’t have one, so I guess you’re safe for now..."

The woman leapt gracefully from the cliff, landing perfectly beside the man before recoiling a few steps just in case his merciful and kind expression was fake. She said nothing, just examined him silently.

It seemed that today was a busy day. A black haired girl appeared, showing submission and supporting a wounded male. "I see..." Faith whispered. Stepping towards the pair with easy slow footsteps. She could have slit both their necks with her arm blades right there, but she didn’t. The wounded and weak had a soft spot for Faith for some reason or another. The blonde looked at the males somewhat lanky body and soft baby expression and laughed lightly. "Bless..." She smiled tilting her head, speaking as though he was some kind of child. Despite her comments sure enough, she slid her hand into a small package bag around her waist and pulled out a metal tub of healing ointment. "There’s not a lot left...but it should help somewhat..." She said handing it to the blue eyed girl, locking pupils with her for a moment. Merciful beings were people Faith admired greatly.

(Little pointless post. But whatever. I'm bored out of my brains so I have nothing to lose!)

Ace Tyrant

Ace was rather surprised by the girl's submissive actions, she didn’t seem to have a weak spirit and so he came to the conclusion she was thinking logical with her actions. He also bowed his head after she did, managing a brief smile at the group of them, all three looking to be rather deadly people. He had learnt that some beings were merciful towards him just because of how pathetic he was. He closed his eyes and begged that these strangers felt pity for him, more for the blue eyed woman’s sake than his own.

With a odd low rumble from the woman supporting him, she asked for help. And sure enough the pair were approached by a blonde youth with blades strapped to each of her arms. For a while, she did nothing and silence was the only thing that greeted him. Ace slid his hand to his side, briefly touching finger tips with the black haired female for a second as though he wanted to grab her hand. But he stopped. "Bless..." Ace could not help but role his eyes in a disapproving manner, however he was grateful for the small amount of help she offered and eyed at the curious little package thoughtfully. "Thank you..."

Aleph beamed an inviting smile as she leaped from her perch above him. As she wasn't apparently hostile, he had no reason to be, and so his expression was much more welcoming than the woman who almost made the fatal mistake of engaging in a duel with him. Though it didn't look like it, Banton's eyes would remain glued onto her for observational purposes more than to behold her angelic-warrior beauty, for he was still cautious. It didn't take a genius to tell that in battle, this woman would probably rely moreso on speed that brute force. Then again, her observations about him wouldn't be any more difficult to asses either. Well, there was the offchance that she was pretty strong, just like there was the offchance that he was quicker than he looked. He only knew of one of those being truth.

However, before any real interaction between the two could be made, another two persons appeared, a injured man and a woman. Obviously the man was in need of medical help and though it'd mean he'd have to use up some of his own resources, Aleph would've offered up his medical supplies. The Angel-Warrior, as was her name until the real one was revealed to him, stepped in first and began treating the man. From behind her, Aleph smiled more warmly than before, for she was not some cold being, even if her tone would give that impression at first.

Aleph stepped forward, now right behind Angel-Warrior. "If there is not enough to treat him, I am willing to part with whatever you may require in order to effectively tend to him." he stated while pulling his left hand back behind him and leaving the shield on his back. Forgive him for still being somewhat defensive to strangers, but he wouldn't put his blade away just yet.

Jennifer slowly slid the man to the ground so he might be better treated, and took a step back into the shadow, her white-blue eyes glinting as she watched the girl treat him. Being protective was a definite trait of hers, and that trait had fallen over the blonde boy, for the time being. He seemed much her opposite, tall and board-straight, while she was curved and small, his skin the tiniest hint darker than hers, his hair golden where hers was pitch black. The only thing the pair had in common were stunning blue eyes. In fact, his were rather alike to--

No. She wouldn't take that mental path, not today. With a quick shake of her head, she cleared her throat and nodded her thanks to the girl patching up her temporary companion. "If you've the ability to take care of him, then, I'll be off." She slipped her com unit onto her ears and flashed them a quick peace sign before glancing at the man, half-smiling, and quickly turning around to retreat the way she had come. Her spine was tingling, her hands beginning to feel numb, and she felt a need to escape. Run, far far away. A voice nagged in the back of her mind to sprint as far away as she possibly could, but she was able to take small, even steps as she fled.

Faith Alexis.

At the sound of close steady footsteps, the youth span around, body spread in a defensive way just in case this guy was going to pull something. If he grabbed ahold of her, that would be it, there was no way she could force a man of that strength from her. Faith rolled her eyes as she caught the gaze of the brunette male, a wide smile stretching across his fair face. He seemed to greatly approve of her, maybe he would not like her so much if her arm blades were before his neck! "What?" The blonde woman hissed in a half hearted aggressive tone, eyes blinking rapidly. It was hard to make a judgement on him for some reason or another.

He then offered the raven haired girl and the wounded blonde more medical suplies. Faith expression fell into confusion, he did not seem to be one to give up his items for someone other than himself. It seemed like his own survial was the only thing of importance as he defended his suplies from the hostile female before hand with a good deal of determination. Maybe she had jumped to conclusions with this being, maybe he was someone worth becoming allys with and tolorating. "Well...it seems like there still is some faith in this cold world..." The woman said, smiling lightly at the odd hearted man and the merciful woman. She then let out a small round of sweet laughter. "How ironic...Thats my name. Faith Alexis, if that mattered to anyone..."

She slid the sticky ointment around the blonde youths wound as carefully as she could watch him sink his teeth into his lips at the pain. "Sorry..." Faith whispered, trying to be as careful as she possibly could. The girl only used one hand, her arm blades staying at her side just in case someone decided her life was something they wished to steal.

"If you've the ability to take care of him, then, I'll be off."

"Wait? So he’s ours now?! Hey!"She questioned, speaking as though he was some kind of idiotic pet. But as quickly as the girl appeared she vanished, expression suddenly sorrowful. The boy looked pretty upset about her exit too; she had clearly been very kind to him. Faith wondered what had caused her to rush off like that, was she headed somewhere?

Ace Tryant.

The feeling of fingertips on his leg was like salt in the wound, but he knew that it would do him good to tolerate it and so he bit at his lip to contain his whines until it bled. As the blonde woman, her name now Faith, recoiled Ace could feel the ointment soothing his wound. That stuff was magical."It's up to you, you don’t have to give me anything if you don't want to..." He said in a response to the brunettes offerings. He let a outtake of air escape his lips, and nodded a thank you at her before turning back to his nameless saviour.

"If you've the ability to take care of him, then, I'll be off."

Ace's heart sank into his stomach. He froze, unable to speak. She watched as she bid her farewells with a gentle peace sign and smile before shrinking father into the distance. "Wait! I...I don’t even know your name!..." He cried, trying to get to his feet but his wounded leg just collapsing beneath his own weight. It was too late anyway.

She was gone...

The blondes pupils slowly rolled towards the pair before him, wondering if they could deal with caring for him or not. Ace sighed lightly, running his fingers through his golden strands before finding his blue eyes wander to the male stranger. If he was as strong as him, he would have not gotten into such a mess. Ace admired and envied him greatly, wishing he was anyone but himself.

"She was not a companion?" Aleph questioned with no expectance on getting an answer from the injured young man. That much was obvious by the fact that she left without much more than a couple words and no second thought. As cold as that might seem, Aleph had to hand it to her that she did at least save his life by bringing him to some help, which is a task much of the rest of this race would refuse to do, even if it didn't cost them anything. He wondered if Homosapiens were like this too.

He shook his head and, after inspecting the injured area on the man, wrapped it in bandages he kept with him. Now that it was tended to by both himself and Faith, he shouldn't have to worry about dying from infection. Banton wore a smile as he stepped back from the man, glancing instead at the woman who had introduced herself. "I would have you know my name as well." he began. "Aleph Banton is my name, but you may call me Raze if you so wish." his tone was refined, almost as if he were royalty, though he was not, or he didn't think himself to be.

He glanced up towards the sounds of gunshots and furrowed his brow, but then looked back down at the man. "I originally thought this village to be vacant, but it seems that my initial assessment has become invalid." he spoke, closing his eyes afterward. "I have a feeling that they won't be as friendly as myself or Faith here. Can you stand?"

Ace Tryant

Ace sighed lightly, lowering his head and allowing his hair to fall over his handsome face, shadowing it. "No...She just found me after I was attacked and very kindly saved me. If I had stayed there someone would have most likely found me and killed me. I owe her a awful lot..." The youth whispered, his blue eyes wandering to the direction she vanished into. There was allot left unsaid, he didn’t know how she could have just ran away like the whole situation was nothing. Though she was clearly a powerful and rather cold being, she still saved him, even though he was nobody of importance what so ever. "I guess I might go looking for her once I have healed up a little, but you don't have to look after me you know,"

Ace tensed slightly as the brunette wrapped up his leg, he was afraid of these people and the clear power the pair possessed. He decided he would try his best to stay in their good books and be as little burden on them as possible. He smiled lighting, giving him a thankful nod. "I'm Ace Tryant, it’s nice to meet you both! Do you two know each other? Are you a couple or family or something?" His voice rung out in a happy but politely quiet way.

Aleph spoke in a dried out harsh tone. Indeed this area seemed to be thriving with life when it was originally rather deserted. "I can stand, but I'm a little wobbly..." Ace said, proving so by slowly getting to his feet. "Are you sure your alright with me staying with you?"

Faith Alexis

"I see..." Faith said after Ace had told his story of how the Raven girls merciful actions had saved his life. "I'm sure you'll find her again Ace and then you can say a real thank you. In the mean time-" She pointed to his now bandaged leg. "Lets make sure that heals up fine, don't worry about it" The blonde smiled lightly before turning back to the other male to listen to his formal introduction.

She disliked his confident and elegant tone of voice, but for some reason she could not force a frown upon her expression and instead a smug smirk took place instead. "Raze? Is that your nickname or something?" Her tone sharp and pleased, eyes glinting with a glimmer of mischievousness. "You talk so odd, Mr. Fancy old age Aleph..." Faith's gaze was fixed upon him, he was the curious sort, seemed like he had been through allot of adventures and was one of the sort to go bragging about it to strangers. Maybe if she hung around for long enough she would be able to hear some. He seemed both mentally and physically strong, she wondered how much it would take to break him.

"Do you two know each other? Are you a couple or family or something?"

"WHAT!? Pshh no!" Faith stammered, cheeks flushing a little red and despite her attempts to cool her face, the colouring still remained. "I don’t know him, I was just observing a fight he was challenged to with a hostile female and now somehow find myself befriending him." She did her best to avoid his sight after that comment but pointed to the wounded male and asked. "So what now...I mean who looks after him. I don't particularly have anything to do and there’s no where I'm headed but I suspect you have plans so I'm willing to take him if you like..."

Now that they were all acquiented, they should probably start to get a move on, as wasting daylight wasn't something Aleph enjoyed doing. He gazed towards the female who had questioned about the nickname "Raze". He refrained from saying anything and instead allowed her to continue on until she mentioned his speech. His glance went deadpan as she spoke, and he responded thusly. "Before the war, the Bantons earned great renown not only for their superior swordplay, but for their traditions as well. One of them is a refined speech which I shall not let perish in this wasteland if I may help it." he explained almost passionately, for such a thing was one of the only actual goals this young man had, aside from surviving. He said this all with an informative tone, of course, never sounding angered or aggressive aside from the fact you could tell he would try his hardest to achieve such a goal.

"What?!" his voice raised just a bit before he managed to conceal himself. He cleared his throat. "As she spoke, I was only just acquiented not thirty minutes ago with her. We do not share blood relations nor that of anything else more than strangers who have just met." he explained calmly now, managing to do just what Faith did and keep his eye away from her. His kept still on Ace, even as Faith spoke. "I am simply traveling across these ruins I once called home with no absolute goal in mind." he started. He actually did have one, but it was not for their ears. "I am not so selfish as to leave someone weak and defenseless to themselves, and have no qualms about supporting him until he can manage on his own, and so I will take him."

(Short post sorry. Its super late here...
Edit: I made it better :3 though not by very much at all)

Faith Alexis.

The blonde smiled lightly at Raze's response to her half-hearted insult. He had a reason for talking in such a silky way, and she was someone who liked reasons very much. It was because of his pride and honour, not because he was a self centred prude like jerk. Maybe she needed to stop judging books by their covers, that way she would be more likeable. Not that she needed to be, the youth was not one for working in a group. "Well that most certainly is interesting," Faith said simply, managing a apologetic glance for her smug attitude but not finding the word "Sorry" on her tongue.

"I will take him,"

She paused. Pressing her lips together in a thin uneasy line; something depressing rolled in her lower gut. "Make sure you take good care of him, you hear me?" Her voice was very empty and monotone, her gold eyes wandering to the ground. Faith wondered whether she would bump into the pair in the future, it would be a pity to leave their tiny amount of acquaintanceship and have it fade to nothing. But that was life, she concluded. "So I guess this is... farewell..."

THUD

Something slammed into Faith, causing her to recoil backwards against the sudden force. "Hey!" She hissed, sharply turning around and pulling her arm blades to the strangers throat threateningly. "What’s your problem-" The youth realized there was a expression of pure pain and panic in his eyes. His hair was snow white, and his pair of eyes shone two different colours making him appear to be beautifully unique. Though she didn’t pull away her weapon, she tilted her head curiously at the man.

Ace Tryant.

The injured blonde felt like there was little to say, and so kept his mouth closed tight, his soft blue eyes wandering curiously around his surroundings glancing to his protectors in front of him. Aleph fascinated him: the way he spoke and his memories, his pure strength and his personality made him seem like something from a book to the male. Of course Ace had met many a man like him, but none had ever had such a kind heart. Though the thought had run through his mind constantly since he met them, Ace continued to envy his power and simply just who he was.

The pair of them reacted in a highly comical way as he suggested them being something of a romantic item. Faiths flushed cheeks and Raze's bewildered expression forced a gentle laugh from his lips. Though it had been a serious thought that had skipped through his mind, he thought about it again and realized it would be inlikely anyway, true love was a rare thing betweens Necos now. For some reason or another the raven haired girls fair face danced through his mind."Alright I see..." Ace chuckled, before his sweet amusement was shattered by a stranger crashing into Faith.

"Gah!" Ace cried, a little shocked by his sudden appearance. The blonde pulled out his tasar and pointed it half heartedly towards the snow haired male.

Ember couldn't distinguish the difference between reality and the fevered hallucinations that were beginning to haunt her. "What the hell is your problem?" She heard it but didn't hear the voice, and some little part of her that was still sane replied by whispering out. "Spikers bullets... Remove the bullets... Venomous... Causes pain and... Hallucin-" She began to cough. She clawed again and the ropes on her feet began to creak, not that it wasn't hard to break them, but her mind was practically tearing itself apart with agony. "So much pain!" She screamed out her eyes opening, dilating and... Becoming more animalistic.

Ember's white armour was beginning to creak and groan like bending metal. Her once white metal slowly started to darken and blacken into an ashy gray. Tears were streaming down her eyes, somehow feeling all the sorrow, and regret she had kept bottled up. The more tears came and the quicker her armour began to change. Then... she was trying to roll and the once smooth white plates of metal began to crack and shatter like glass. She suddenly became quiet, her silent sobs and cries becoming hushed as the wind began to blow. When the wind came, her blackened armour shifted like dirt and lifted into the air and blew away like ash into the wind leaving her almost naked. Under her armour she had on a one piece body suit that was almost like black chain mail. She shuddered and began to shiver as if it were freezing.



Darius gritted his teeth at the sudden falling movement. He looked up, and looked Faith right in the eyes. In her eyes he saw curiousity and something else... As if she were exasperated. He blinked before see another person, a guy yelp and point a taser at him. Somehow he found this all funny and began to laugh as he hugged his side, the blood beginning to drip onto the ground. As soon as he began to laugh he stopped quickly and began to cough. He shuddered thinking that these people might decide to kill him and eat him due to his injury. Wouldn't be the first, he thought as he remembered the cannibalistic people he'd met before. So, he decided to talk first in hopes of making them rethink any ideas of harming him. "Name's Darius James. I'm sorry fur runnin into you." His ancent changed from modern into a southern ancent that always made people at ease around him.

Quite unexpected was the spontaneous man nearly knocking over Faith that, with swiftness, Aleph had his blade hilt firmly in-hand. Though by the looks of it, he wouldn't need it and promptly settled his grasp on the object down a little bit. The man was injured, that much he could tell and hopefully this was no feignt in order to lure them into a trap or something. Then again, they had just met with another who was injured and they tended to him, so it'd be hypocritical to not help this man, and Aleph didn't see the reason not to.

The man spoke with an accent that made it just a bit harder to understand him. However, he didn't seem aggressive or otherwise threatening, so Aleph didn't chop his head off on the spot or anything like that. He looked at the man and simply spoke a few words that must've been on anyone's mind.

"What happened to you, Darius?" he asked.