Jennifer Heathers's Story

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?"

(Edited like 50000 times -.-)

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.

Jennifer found that she couldn't go very far, her legs were shaking too violently for her to walk a straight line, let alone travel along. She had hardly made it to the other side of town when she put her back against a half-crumpled wall and slid to the dusty ground, one knee bent, the other stretched out, her attempt at relaxing. Memories were clawing their way back up her throat, memories she could not hide, so she relaxed and let them wash over her, knowing that if they did, the feeling would pass sooner.

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, impatiently raking her fingers through her hair. There was a lightness to her face then, a permanent smile always sketched on her lips, even when she was angry or annoyed, like now. "Come on, Kelly, we're already running late!" she called up the stairs and brushed a bit of dirt from her formal jacket. She was dressed in a suit, which fit her surprisingly well, for the curvy type she was; she'd always felt more comfortable in pants and a nice jacket than in skirts and the like. Her dark hair was slicked back, pixie cut short, her feet, clad in shiny formal shoes, tapped a rhythm on the floor.
"I'm coming!" came a gentle reply, and suddenly, there she was, at the top of the stairs, smiling down at Jennifer with that cheeky way she had. "Y'know, Jenn, I don't think the wedding is going anywhere."
"Hush," Jennifer breathed, staring at her in awe, "you look gorgeous."
"I know I do," the other girl said teasingly, "now quit your gaping and let's go."

Jennifer shivered, trying to remember every detail, every stitch of the dress Kelly had been wearing, trying so desperately to find some comfort in that. But she couldn't, she knew. Many times, she had tried to picture that dress, that evening, that smile, and every time, she had failed. In an effort to stave off the crippling sadness, she began to sing, quietly at first, then louder, until her own voice filled her senses completely.

Oh, the little mockingbird
Sings from the tree, says,
"How lonely, how lonely are we."
Oh little mockingbird,
listen to me,
How lonely, how lonely indeed.

The gentle sounds of animalistic life began to quiet, the birds falling quiet, prowlers in the forest pausing to hear the haunting, melodious tune that spilt forth from this girl's mouth. It had been months since she had last sung, maybe even years, and now every feeling poured itself into her song; losing Kelly, her frustration at having to travel and find her, the loneliness, the sadness, the fear, the failure, the boy she had left behind now, possibly to die if the others got tired of him. Anger surged through Jennifer, mostly aimed at herself, and she grabbed one of her pistols, firing a shot wildly in front of her with a shout. The magic dispelled. Animals scattered in every direction, the last notes of her song forgotten into the air. Her shot had gone wild, buried itself deep in the bark of an old tree. Taking a few deep breaths, she stood, legs still quaking, and stared at the sky.

Jennifer didn't know how long she'd stood, staring at that tree and trembling with anger. But now, the anger had subsided, and she was hollow again. Desperate. Lonely. Tucking her pistol back into her jeans, she ran a hand through her hair and began to back-track, towards the blonde boy and the others, her face impassive, blank of all emotion. As she padded closer, she noticed that the group had gained another person, and she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that. Another male. Great. Exactly what was needed.

She opened her mouth to say something, call to the blonde boy, whistle, something, when she heard a snake-like hiss. Freezing, Jennifer slowly scanned the area, looking for the source, her eyes falling upon a crouched figure on the ground. Keeping eyes on it, she snapped, the sound ringing out like a shot, in hopes to drag the boy from before's attention. "Blondie," she growled, bright eyes still glued to the crouched figure, "that leg is still attracting some attention. We're gonna need to wash it off." Her throat was raw and made her voice much more gravely than before, but she didn't care. That figure intrigued her, but she felt that if she got too close, it would strike out like a coiled snake. As curious as she was, she knew better than to just go storming over to it and thrash about stupidly. If it needed something from her, it would approach her, simple as that.

(Sorry for the short post, and for my absence! I'll try to jump on more!)

Another hiss came from the figure, tilting his head to the side as one seemed to aim some kind of gun at him. A taser maybe? He moved a bit closer, the blue light that adorned the front dimmed a bit as he moved. However, he moved strangely. As if the suit would not allow him to stand, he pawed at the ground and seemed to walk on all fours. He moved his head in the direction of the blonde, then to the others as if in honest curiousity rather than an insane roving scavenger.

Oreron soon just crouched in place, seeming to study the group a bit but it was hard to tell exactly way he was looking at due to the clamshell of a helmet he wore. Light 'murrs' and metallic clicks could be heard from him as he looked over at the group and pawing at the ground a bit, but still looking more like a cornered animal than a necos.

Ace Tryant

The blonde male continued searching the area quite franticly, but his eyes moved far too quickly and the world just appeared as a blur. He pointed the taser in all directions but never once being anywhere near his unknown target. He gritted his teeth hard, when suddenly...

"Blondie,"

Ace's eyes snapped towards the familiar sweet but croaked voice, his expression lifting and the widest most pleased smile upon his lips. He could not quite believe it. Automatically he dashed towards her, stumbling a little on his wounded leg but soon returning to her side. It was crazy how much he wanted to just throw his arms around the blue eyed girl, but he knew she would not really appreciate the action, so just stood there glaring at her in pure bliss. "You came back..." Ace whispered. "You don't know how glad I am that you did..."

"That leg is still attracting some attention. We're gonna need to wash it off."

Huh? Ace had automatically come to the conclusion that the hiss was from her, a similar idea to when she clicked to get his attention. But it seemed not, he then found what he had been looking for. A huge metal beast, somewhat human in shape but it walked on all fours. It could have just been a Neco in armour similar to the girl who threatened alpha beforehand but the odd horrific fanged smile stretching across its whole face made Ace decide this thing was most certainly not human at all.

Then...it...it looked at him...Ace froze on the spot, and it did the same too making small clicks and noises. "What is it?..."

Faith Alexis

"Well, it seems no badger could do this to me but I another person. A dear family member that apparently went insane."

To Faith that sounded harsh, though she had left her family a long time ago and had no idea of if they were dead or alive, she still held memories of being in a happy home full of people. If one of them suddenly snapped and attacked her, she had no idea how she would react. "I'm sorry...but it seems that’s how crazy the world is right now...But we all have to be strong right?"

She said walking over to Daruis and supporting him by throwing his arm around her neck. "I guess we are turning into a help service eh?" The blonde smiled glancing over to Raze. "Please stay, I think we would be better as a group now...I know it might draw attention to ourselves and we do have wounded, but I think its time to change our ways...Plus I like your company," Faith explained, before her eyes found Ace and the raven haired girl. "I want them to do so as well, and you too Daruis if you would like to..."

Then. A thing, shelled in metal armour with a horror type smile. Ace and the nameless female seemed to be examining it, keeping the odd being at arms length. Its appearance shocked terror down Faiths spine, but over looking that it didn’t seem to be aggressive and in fact seemed to be a little afraid of the fact it was cornered. Wait...was it human!? Its body resembled a Necos but everything else looked alot more feral. "Don't turn your back on it..." She told them sternly, visualizing those fangs sinking into the bad of someone’s neck.

Faith noticed the way Daruis's body stiffened in pain, she felt a shock run through her of immense pity. Ace had left her own and Alephs supplies at their feet, she glanced at them before turning back to the wounded man. "Accept our help, you need it..." She found herself glaring at those odd unique eyes once again, it kind of was hard to draw away from them.

Oreron's clicks and noises soon died down a bit as it seemed that he was now looking past the group at the same time as watching them from his crouched position. He was looking into the other ruined buildings, thinking that there may be other things of use in them, even if they were in a ruined state. He moved again, this time moving into the building beside him rather than forward. Again on all fours. It seemed to be his normal mode of walking so to speak. Digging through the rubble inside and chucking out what would have been the door scrap peices of metal, cans, anything that (to him) seemed useful.

More metallic sounding noises and hisses could still be heard from him, even from the inside of the building. He wandered back out of the building, coming a bit closer to the blonde male and dark haired female in curiosity. He still wasn't all that close, still around two body lengths away from him. He looked over toward the other three. From inside his helment, they only looked like people made of heat. Still alive, but one seemed injured a bit. They seemed to have it under control for the time being, but the blonde male seemed to fear him or at least wonder what he was. A low hiss again, and a tilt of his head to the side as if saying 'what are you staring at.'

Jennifer didn't tense, or even twitch a muscle as she watched the...creature toddle about on all fours. It didn't seem hostile, not yet. The blonde had seemed pretty excited to see her, though she shut him out, for the most part: the big stupid grin on his face, the relieved tone of his voice, the way his limbs trembled. Odd. Very odd.

The man (it was obviously masculine) was searching about intently, for supplies, like all the rest of them had been. "Don't stare, Blondie," she said calmly, slowly sliding from a defensive foot stance to a normal one, her left hip cocked out just slightly, eyes flicking easily away from the metal-clad figure, "it's rude. He isn't here to hurt us, not as long as we don't launch ourselves at him like imbeciles." With a sigh, Jennifer knelt down and began to study his leg again, murmuring quietly to herself.

"It's definitely better than before, but we can't just leave it like this...we need to rinse off the blood, bring your fever down, keep it very clean. It's putting off tons of heat, and the scent of blood will draw attention from miles around. Hell, it's making me cringe." Tiny, gentle hands roamed his leg, feather-light, as she straightened bandages and wiped away bits of dust, eyes flicking over to the other group.

"I don't do large groups, kid," she sighed, brow furrowed. "You're better off being with one, for the healing benefits but I don't really like it. Too easy to hunt down big groups. If you wanna stay all together, I'll keep around for a while, but not too long, I'll go insane. You could come with me separately, but I don't have supplies or nothin', it's usually just what I pick up on foot. And--I'm just going to throw this guess out there--you don't want to be alone." White-blue eyes connected with the blonde's, and Jennifer stood, a bored expression on her face. "Whatever choice you make, make it quick. I'm not exactly patient."

Her jaw snapped shit with an audible click, eyes stormy and thoughtful. Jennifer had just spoken more to one person than she had to ten people in the last few months. Odd. But the blonde seemed genuinely like he needed to be near her, looked up to her, was grateful to her...which was a new experience.

Ace Tryant.

The metal "beast" wandered inside what was left of the disfigured buildings, scavenging in a human like manner for supplies. Ace guessed that despite whatever this thing was, it still was hoping to survive just like them. Ace recoiled a step or two as it returned, watching them with curious eyes. He no longer bothered to lift his taser in the direction of that thing. Their eyes met once again, and it glared at him, and he glared back. Eyes connecting and locking for a mere few seconds. Then it tilted its head in a harsh questioning way.

"Don't stare, Blondie,"

Ace tried his best to keep his lips from curling into a cat like smile when she once again called him Blondie. "My name is Ace by the way, but if you want to call me that, I have not a single complaint..." The youth explained smugly, doing as she asked and dragging his pupils away from the creature. "it's rude. He isn't here to hurt us, not as long as we don't launch ourselves at him like imbeciles." Ace's blue eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and his mouth formed a little O shape. "It’s a him!?” He exclaimed before glaring at the being once again. Yes, it was human, just hiding shyly behind a shell of armour. His stance was rather feral though, and behaviour weirdly abnormal. "I...I do apologise..." Ace stammered uneasily, bowing his head lightly at the man.

The dark haired female then began examining his leg, her finger tips fiddling with the bandages and wandering over his thighs. Ace couldn’t help but immaturely blush a little, he turned away from her trying to hide his scarlet cheeks. "Yeah I guess it does n..need cleaning," He stated quietly, trying to cool his face, but failing.

She then spoke about how she would not remain in the group for very long at all, and that she didnt like large amounts of people. She then offered him a deal, to come with her or to stay with the others and their supplies. He paused pressing his lips into a thin line as he thought, balancing out the options he had. "Whatever choice you make, make it quick. I'm not exactly patient."

Ace sucked in a large amount of air before meeting pupils with the blue eyed girl again. "After I have said my thanks, I would like to come with you. I don't know why, but I feel safe and strong when I am beside you, so I'd rather remain in your company...But only if you want me to..."

Faith Alexis.

"If it would be your wish, then I may grant it."

Alephs smile warmed Faith's cold insides as the pair of their met eyes. She returned a soft smile that mostly was held in her iris's rather than her lips. "Good." The girl said simply, giving a quick nod at the brunette before she turned her attention back to Darius who seemed to be glaring at her full of thought. "What is it?" She questioned the snow haired male, tilting her head in the slightest. Faith then narrowed her eyes, before letting out a slow sigh and not waiting for a answer.

"I guess I'll stay but I wonder if the Tin Man will too, unless he has anything else to do?"

"You know, something tells me he doesn’t like allot of people..." Faith explained, eyeing at the odd metal shelled male leap around on all fours. She then watched as the black haired female examined Ace's leg once again, clearly displeased with the state of it. "Hey!" Faith called out, gently nudging Darius forwards as they approached the pair. "Want to come with us and get that cleaned up?" She asked the other female, politely. This woman was someone Faith respected greatly, her kindness to the boy had restored faith in humanity to her. "What about you Raze? And then we can go find a place to stay or something?" She asked Aleph, he seemed like a good leader and someone who would influence the group greatly. However at the moment it seemed the more dominant role had fell into her own hands. How odd for someone who had spent most of her youth days alone...

Faith remembered how Darius winced every time they moved the slightest last time. She swallowed hard, scooped up the medical supplies on the floor and looked towards the man’s face. "I'm sorry, but I think this is going to hurt..."