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Jennifer Jones

"Forget it, just forget it all. Memories are the only enemy."

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a character in “Remorseless Evolution”, as played by AngelBell

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Jennifer Jones



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❝Memories are the enemies now.❞

This Is Gospel Piano | Panic! At The Disco



▐ The basics▐



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★Name★
Jennifer Jones

☀Age☀
25

♀Gender♂
Female

♥Sexuality and relationship status♥
Pansexual; Single

∞Race∞
Homoneco

☁Personality☁
Jennifer is no longer a warrior. It was stripped from her long ago. She is a shell now, stuffed full of other people's desires and demands. She is quiet and reserved, giving no fight for any reason. She is blank and empty. Once in a while, you can thoughts betrayed behind her eyes, see the gears working as she puts together pieces of what she might have been, see the instincts betrayed in the tenseness of her throat. But it quickly passes. She is a girl of blank stares and fake smiles now.
With time, she may begin to rebuild herself into the reality of what she once was. To turn back into a fighter, and a strong woman.
For now, however, she is nothing.




▐ Aesthetics▐



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♞Body build♞
Light and lean, like a doll someone brought to life. She has lost much of her muscle, and now looks frail and fragile. It is somehow unflattering for her to look like this, and not muscular and taught.

☪Face description☪
Her face is soft and delicate, high cheekbones, plump lips, long eyelashes. She is beautiful. But when she smiles her ghosty grin, it never touches her eyes, and that rips away what might have been an angel's features. Her eyes are cold, ice-y blue, and her dark hair is roughly chopped to stay just below the line of her jaw.

☭clothing/armour/markings/extras☭
Jenn wears no armour. She is dressed in simple clothes, tank tops and denim pants, which show off an amazing array of scars covering her body. Her hands and arms are wound with burn marks, her throat decorated with a scar almost clear across, as though someone once tried to slit her throat. She seems, however, unashamed and unphased by these marks.

▲Pets/none weaponry devices▲
None



▐ Skills and flaws▐



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✘ Weapons ✘
She carries only one pistol now, and often seems too afraid to grasp it. When she does brandish it, her eyes harshen, and there is a spark of what might be how she was before.

/Defense\
Jenn's only defense is her slight size. She can easily disappear in crowds, climb trees with no hesitation, and outmaneuver other, bigger people.

☠Skills and techniques ☠
Jenn has a beautiful singing voice that is rarely heard. She is also incredibly strong, and has an amazing amount of stamina. She has been known to walk for days in a row without ever pausing for a break. Besides that, she excels at first aid, and is a deadly shot.

✂Flaws✂
She seems delusional, and any talk of her past can send her into a frozen, comatose state. She is weak about certain people, and can sometimes be found wandering aimlessly about, as though she has forgotten where she is.



▐ The past and present▐



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♚Basic history♚
Before the war, Jennifer and her family lived in a small Neco community in the countryside. She lived happily with her father and sisters, and was close with a small group of other Necos. She was warm and happy, and fell in love with one of her dearest friends. Their relationship was blessed with understanding and communication, and they swore to be soulmates forever, always together, always a part of each other. And then the war came.

♛History with the war including thoughts♛
Jenn never fought. She spent all day and all night making sure those she loved were safe. Tragically, her lover was ripped away and kidnapped in a raid, and she left her family to search for the culprits. Along the way, she found and helped a young man named Ace. They spent a very short time together, but he did a good job of carefully extracting her from her shadowed heart, and pulling her back into the sunlight of life, and even love. But she ran from him. Saw him only once more, at an old cabin, and then drifted away again. She hates war. She has lost everything because of war.

♫Events to note so far in the RP♫
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So begins...

Jennifer Jones's Story

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She was walking.

It seemed to her she must have once walked a great deal, given the callouses on her feet. She must have, once, covered great distances, gone great lengths, searching for...something. She didn't remember what, not really. She didn't remember much. But the men had told her to walk. And she had. Because the men had told her to.

They had told her that her name was Jennifer Jones, now. That she was to be quiet and to listen. And she had. Because they said that she owed them for taking away the memories. She had asked them to take the memories away. She had begged them to stop the pain.

And they had.

And the pain stopped.

Usually.

Sometimes, flashes would come, and it would feel like her head was going to split open. She would see faces, smiling faces, screaming faces, faces in love. And blood. Blood on herself. Blood on others. Blood on swords jammed deep in the chest of someone she had cared about, and her hands twisting and pushing, and James' face contorted in pain and laughing, laughing at her--

Her steps hesitated. There it was, the throbbing pain sharp behind her eyes. It came with the memories. It made sure she never wanted to remember anything.

But not every memory was bad. Sometimes she'd remember a man, a blonde man, smiling at her, staring at her in a way that she didn't seem to despise. She'd remember laughter, and warmth, and singing. And when she remembered him, she would endure the pain, for a little while. Because when she remembered those moments, she didn't feel afraid.

Jennifer didn't want to be afraid anymore. She didn't want to tremble when the men yelled loud words. She didn't want to freeze when she held a gun in her palm, something that felt familiar, but terrified her to no end. She wanted to feel the way she did when she had been with the blonde man. Yes, there was pain there, but there was also something else, something that felt like relief.

The men had told her to walk, and so she would. She would walk to him. Wherever he might be. She would find him, and she would make sure the pain stayed away, and only the warmth was there.

She'd search for as long as it took, as long as she found something worth remembering. And he was worth remembering. So she walked, until she heard loud voices and laughter. Slowing to a pause, she carefully turned her course, and padded towards the sounds.

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The hour grew late.

For a while, Jennifer just followed the sun, walking until it disappeared far beyond where she could reach for tonight. Then, she just stood and stared up at the moon, watching it rise and take its place proudly in the center of the sky. The moon was never afraid. The moon must have seen awful things, from the beginning of time. Wars, heartbreak, murder and sickness and worse. And the moon never faltered, just followed its path each and every night, never flinching.

But Jennifer was not the moon. Maybe once she had been, had been quiet and bright and steady, the hunter. But now she was a rabbit, the prey, the hunted, skittering everywhere and felled with one easy, well-aimed shot. The moon gave away nothing. Only stared back at the once-woman, now frightened rabbit. Watched her carefully pick her way among trees and bushes, watched her kneel at streams to drink or to cool herself, watched her find herself in a familiar clearing, watched her scan the area and see a cabin, watched her freeze.

This was a memory place. She could feel it. Could see herself standing, facing the blonde man, his hand outstretched to her cheek. Could remember the desperation with which she had pressed her face into his hand, and the relief of finding him. Him. Her Blon--

Snap.

Pain shot through her hot as a bullet, or a heated poker someone was pressing against the back of her eyes. Gasping, she knelt, heels of her hands pressing hard into her eye sockets. This was the cost of remembering him, of remembering at all. This burning, scalding pain. She didn't want to remember, not if it meant this. Not if it meant feeling loss and anger and bloodlust. Or love. Nothing was worth this. Not one single thing, not one single person. She didn't want to remember.

Fast as the pain came, though, it disappeared. Jennifer stayed crouched on her haunches a few minutes, until she was convinced that it all had passed. Slowly, shakily, she stood. It wasn't worth this. He wasn't worth this.

But what if someone else is? something whispered, what if once, there was someone worth every pain imaginable, and more? What if you had someone like that once?

She didn't remember.

She didn't want to remember.

But her feet, her traitorous feet, carried her nearer the cabin, til she could reach out and feel the walls beneath her palm. She didn't want to remember this place, or anything that could have caused so much pain. She didn't want to, she didn't want to, she didn't want to...

Noises off in the distance dragged her from her fog. Voices. A call. Growls and yips and dog noises.

A dog.

She could feel someone's hand in hers, feel warmth and laughter, feel a small tongue licking interlocked fingers, yipping and growling and panting. Someone laughs, and the hand pulls away, and she's padding towards the noises, half-hopeful. Dog. She likes dogs. Or at least, she used to.

She edges her way around trees and rocks, and comes closer to the noises. She can hear talk of cake and sleep, but no dog. Where's the dog? She wants the dog. Taking a breath, she comes down to all fours, finding enough cover to where the other people might not see her, but the dog might. With a quiet exhale, she gives an alerting, and natural

click!

with her teeth, and follows it with a low whistle. She likes dogs. Wants the dog to come to her. The dog doesn't bring her pain. The dog brought warmth.

And she wants that warmth.

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Oreron and Owsla Hall

Oreron sighed before stuffing his face into the head like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks. His sharp and jagged teeth ripped through the cooked flesh with such speed that it didn't take long for him to strip it to the bone. As dignified as some stories of him made him out to be, over the years that dignity gave way to survival. And there was nothing that beat the need to fill your belly and live.

"I wasn't comparing you to that twit, Tyrant." He said between bites of meat. "If anything you would be more useful than him. Yes he builds weapons and tech. But so can I. I'd be more inclined to tear his neck open for running his mouth and thinking himself better than those trying to live out here." He took more bites, soon making the inside of the skull hollow. "It takes a stronger man to admit they are wrong or that they are not good at something than one who never admits to anything. Then again, you are in a better place than I was at your age." The large neco let out a loud blech and threw the skull aside and cracked his neck.

He looked over at Owsla, now tearing chunks off of the body of the deer happily and petting the dog as she gorged herself. A rare soft smile spread across his lips. "When I was your age, she was only five years old. But I didn't get to see that. I could only imagine what she looked like." He sighed, feeling the memories of a life we wished he could have continued come back to him.

Owsla, on the other hand, looked back at ace and smiled. "I'm not sure if the cabin's big enough for dad actually." she joked as she scritched the dog behind the ear. The night never really bothered her any, though after a long day of walking the wastes, it didn't hurt to at least slow down or sleep for the night. However something made her head turn again. Something that sounded like a low whistle. Curiosity welled up him again as she raised her arm to the side. "Zanuks. Online." A green skin started to spread over her back and down her arms. It made her fall over and writhe as the skin quickly spread and formed a suit over her her body. It only lasted no more than two minutes before she was up on all fours again and bounced around. Her words now nothing more than electric noises and growls before running off in the direction of the sound, melting into the scenery of the forest as the 'suit' started to mimic the colors of the darkened forest.

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Ember Wolfe

"Guy's it is getting late. I'm heading back to my cabin soon. Any of you guys want to join me? I only have a spare double bed and a sofa though but if you all wish to stay I'll sleep on the floor if needs be. What do you say? It's just like you remember Owsla." Ember glanced at the sky, and back to the faces of the others. That's right, normal people sleep when the sun goes down. How odd. She had been to Ace's cabin before, and when night fell, she had just walked the perimeter and.. wandered for a bit. She'd probably being doing that again tonight. She was about to reply when she heard a sound.

Click! Ember heard the sound, and instinctively found herself moving quickly. As it was, she found herself behind the intruder. A woman, short dark hair, and a beautiful face that was familiar to Ember. It was one trained to fake a smile, to lie about whats beneath. The stranger had no armour, and was obviously not a warrior. If Ember were alone, she would have killed this strange woman without hesitation, but she remembered Ace and how... Compassionate he was. She held back only because of him.

Her Cat perked her up and changed shape again, this time back into its rabbit like form. It bounced over to its human companion and changed shape again, this time it was a whip... and it was in Ember's hand. Control. Control. The mantra slipped into her thoughts as her fist clenched around the whip's end, just before she...

wrapped it around her own forearm, where the Cat turned into a bracelet. "Deactivate." Ember confirmed the creatures actions with a command. Now that there was no... obvious weapon in Ember's hands, she was at a loss at what to do. She never had spoken to these strangers, never tried to comfort them or even be on friendly terms with them. That was all Ace.

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"It takes a stronger man to admit they are wrong or that they are not good at something than one who never admits to anything. Then again, you are in a better place than I was at your age."

Ace's heart began thudding hard in his chest for some reason; what Oreron had just said was actually something that touched his soul pretty deep down and to be honest it was something he certainly needed to hear at that point. He gave a wide, honest, and admirable smile before bowing his head to this man. "Thank you. That means a lot." The blonde said simply, though really no more words needed to be said, Oreron was quickly becoming the man Ace wanted to be but never could be. Still he was not envious or jealous, just rather proud to have him in his company.

"When I was your age, she was only five years old. But I didn't get to see that. I could only imagine what she looked like."


He did not really know what to say about this and so opened his mouth before closing it, wordless. He looked over to the white haired girl, remembering their memories of the life filled cabin. "When Owsla was 15 she was a right little stress nugget. Always on her toes and alert, but incredibly wonderful. She definitely has you blood. What matters now is that you have found each other." Ace said in a soft tone, greatly admiring the family.

It was at that point that everyone seemed to leap to their feet at a noise that Ace must have missed. Owsla's armour stretched across her body and Ember began pushing her body into the forest with her coordinated and quick steps. Champ too began taking the lead, his body weaving in and out of the trees with more ease with any of these human figures. He met his snout with this raven haired woman, a wet nose hitting her cheek and sniffing violently. This woman had no weapons and her poor body was frail and lacked muscle, therefore Champ had no reason to act aggressively.

Of course this did not mean that Ember would not. Champ sat patiently at the side of the woman, waiting for either of them to act in some kind of way. The canine could not make a judgment on what to do as he had not made a particular relationship with either of these females and therefore was not loyal to either, so he just sat there, waiting for whatever was to happen to unfold.

"Ember...Don't do anything rash. Ember!..." Ace yelled half heartedly trailing after the quick paced female with Owsla at his side. He knew how unpredictable she was and that his judgment did not particularly matter. He pulled Sophia, his bow, from his back and readied the weapon just in case such a thing was needed. When he approached the pair and his creature, he did not particularly pay attention to who this stranger was, it just seemed like she needed help and so Ace being Ace, dashed towards her.

Surprisingly Ember had not seemed to have acted at all to this, she just stood there, seeming at loss for ideas. The blonde stepped forward, crouching as he took a closer look at the neco. He placed a hand underneath her arm to support her which pulled her face upwards to meet with his own gaze. "Are you okay Lady? Do you need anyth-"

Those eyes. Those gorgeous blue icy eyes that had captivated his mind and heart that he always thought would remain a memory. Once upon a time they would be the eyes that shot him cold glares when he made a wrong comment or slipped up with something that they needed to survive, but now they just appeared lifeless. Ace silenced himself for a moment, wondering if he was dreaming or seeing a ghost of this woman like he had many times before, but it did not take him long to work out this was in fact real. Ace sank to his knees and soundless tears began spilling down his cheeks and his pupils grew to orbs.

He remembered when he held her as she cried the last time she met, and now she hat there with her strength seemingly sucked away.

Ace decided that his Jennifer Heathers was dying in some sense. He did not know why.

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Jennifer wanted to scream.

There was movement, rushing, then suddenly a woman in front of her, and a dog's cold nose against her cheek. She was going to die. She would be slain here, before she had ever had a chance to decide if she wanted to remember who she might've once gone through pain for. She would die, here. Now.

With the blonde man she wanted to remember staring at her. Falling to his knees and tears falling down his face. She wanted to hold him, wanted to strangle him, wanted to kill him. She wanted to scream. She knew him. She knew him. He was someone she didn't want to know. She didn't want to remember why she wanted to hold him, or kill him. She wanted away from here, before the pain came. Before it ripped her to pieces.

She reached for the dog, wanting to lean against him and rest, wanting to bury her face in his neck and just feel his warmth. But the woman still watched her. And who knew what other people there were who wanted her dead. Maybe even the dog did. She tried to stand, tried to face what would inevitably be her end with something resembling dignity. But her legs were failing her, her hands were clammy, pressed flat against the ground she knelt on, mouth dry. She would die a death befitting a rabbit; frightened, hunted down, flat on the soil. The moon would see her life drip out of her without ever blinking. Her life was a game now. No reason to run, if she'd only be hunted down again. No reason to try and survive. Better to just lay still, let it end quickly.

But Jennifer wanted to be the moon.

She was able to drag herself to her feet, hands still clammy, knees still shaking, mouth still dry. Still, she stood, and raised her eyes to the woman's. She wanted to shout. She wanted to scream and kick and yell and fight. But she didn't. The woman wouldn't kill her, not right now, not immediately. Might later.

Oh, darling, came a thought, you're still just now a rabbit. It will take time for you to become the moon again.

"Please," she was able to choke, "I don't--please don't kill me. I don't want to die." The pain was beginning, blooming through her jaw, behind her eyes, ripping down her throat. "I don't want to die. I'll run away. Far away, I'll never come back, please." She looked at the dog, praying to some silent being that he would keep her pain at bay. And for a moment, it seemed to be working. She could almost find strength to smile. But not yet. Not quite yet. She reached for the dog, slowly bent til she could look into his eyes.

"I don't want to die."

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Ember Wolfe

Ember was at a total loss. Ace was now crying, and something about seeing a fully grown man cry made her heart grow heavy. She didn't know why he was crying but she wanted to at least attempt to comfort him, but- Danger. Her senses picked up Jennifer's... emotions that were appearing to spiral out of control. Ember moved quickly, efficiently and confident, she grabbed Ace's shoulder and yanked him away from Jennifer. "Ace!" A feeling welled up, and Ember was inserting herself between the stranger and Ace, not quite turning her back on either.

That's when Jennifer spoke up. "Please," she was able to choke, "I don't--please don't kill me. I don't want to die." Ember glared at the woman. "I don't want to die. I'll run away. Far away, I'll never come back, please." She didn't say anything. "I don't want to die." Once the woman had started talking, Ember had done nothing, but shut up emotions. The same emotions telling her to kill this woman for threatening someone she... knew. But, Ace clearly cares for. A feeling of frustration at the sudden appearance of restraint bloomed inside her. Yet, another part, something deep and primal, was telling her to kill the weaker woman. To put her out of her misery. She's weak prey. She's in pain. She's needs to be put down. It would be so easy.

Ember's fingers twitched, as if going for a knife. She almost did go for her knife, but a thought stopped her. I can't. If I kill her, Ace will hate me for as long as he lives. Her soldier's instinct was rebelling, and asked her something she was dumbfounded by. And why do you care about his opinions?

Instead of going for a weapon and slitting this woman's neck, Ember turned and put a hand on Ace's shoulder. "Ace," she forced him to look her in the eye, using her master self-control to say this with no feeling, "Stop crying and lead us to your cabin." Her words were clear, and not quite soft, but gentle and commanding. Ace obviously wasn't in the best position to make good and safe judgements and Jennifer looked... like a lost lamb. Ember gently pushed Ace forward. She then turned to Jennifer, her face stony, "I won't kill you, but please just follow us. You'll have a place to sleep and of course, the dog will be there, too." She motioned to the dog then turned and began to walk in the direction of Ace's cabin.

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Owsla Hall

Owsla watched the three from the trees, melting back into view as she clicked in response to the situation. She tilted her head to the side, as she bounded around the group on all fours. The suit forced her onto all fours, looking more like a hybrid between a deer, feline and human and made her footsteps sound like nothing was even there at all. But the constant electronic noises and clicking made it sound otherwise.

It sounded like she was asking questions among all this noise, bounding and bouncing off trees along the way as she followed her new found group.




Oreron Hall

Oreron watched as the majority of the group left to find out the source of the noise as he stayed put. If anything his own tiredness and unwillingness to move made him stay. That and the fact that most and Owsla's gear was still there. He yawned deciding to pack up the camp while he still could and put away most of the cooked meat. He stood, beginning to stuff all kinds of pots, knives and weapons away in one of their duffel bags when he heard something himself.

A snap of a twig under steel toed boots.

His head perked up in a way all too familiar too him. His eyes moved first before his head, spying a lone male with a weapon lying in wait. Instinct welled in him as a loud snarl escaped his lips. He could feel the man's fear, he could see it in his eyes. A tense standoff between him and this intruder. "You have one second to run. Or I will gut you." He said in a deathly low tone. The man screamed before attempting to run, but it was no use as the large neco crashed down upon him like a rabid animal. The man was dressed in attire that suggested that he had lived off of claiming the life of others. A belt made of hair and the stains of blood on his clothing. Human and Neco blood.

This didn't just make him angry.

It made him hungry.

Hungry for blood.

The whites of Oreron's eyes shifted to black as he tore into the man, his screams and Oreron's roars echoing into the surrounding forest until a loud -CRUNCH- sound was heard.

Oreron had bitten into the man's spine. He was dead in an instant. Still he bit into the man, tearing out chunks of flesh and bone as if he were; no he was feasting on the body of this man. Other men fled from their hiding spots, but not to attack the man, but to run away. Far away.

Oreron did not chase these men, though he did stop finally after watching them. He said nothing as he picked the man clean of useful items and wandered back to camp. He was covered in the man's blood. His mouth and hands coated in it, but it didn't seem to faze him at all. He breathed heavily, trying to calm himself and return to his normal self. He knew this would take a while , the the coolness of the night sky was a help as he looked up at the moon. 'Nothing will take Owslanna away from me Kathleen. May you rest well in the afterlife.'

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"Ace!"

A hand clasped his shoulder quite tightly causing him to be tugged backwards somewhat, though after regaining his balance he quickly moved back into his usual posture. The blonde glanced over his shoulder at Ember's expression but could not quite read what it exactly meant. She stepped between the pair, seeming defensive to him which normally would have pleased him greatly, but at this point enraged him. "STOP. What are you doing? E..Ember!?!" Ace pleaded, pushing past her so he could keep the raven haired woman in sight, though his companion still seemed as instinct driven as usual.

Ace's heart more or less shattered on the spot as Jennifer reached for the dog instead of him. She did not seem to even recognize his face, and being honest he barely could identify her. Where was this muscled feminine figure? Where was the cold instinct shining in her eyes? Where was the soft words of "Hello again Blondie..."? Instead of all that she was stumbling around like the elk he had clumsily shot earlier. It hurt. It probably hurt more than thinking she was dead.

"Please,"
"I don't--please don't kill me. I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die. I'll run away. Far away, I'll never come back, please."
"I don't want to die."


"JENN FOR FUCKS SAKE WHERE IS YOUR GUN?" Ace bellowed, tears now dripping from his cheeks at quite a speed. It was odd for the man to so much as raise his voice, let alone swear with such little thought. His emotions were clearly somewhere around manic depression. He did not understand. Was this even his Jenn? He was pretty sure he could not love the woman sat in front of him now, he could only pity her. "Jenn...Jenn It's Ace. Do you really think I would hurt you." He said, his words still rambling but tone somewhat softer, though this was quite forced. "I owe you after all. Remember?"

"Stop crying and lead us to your cabin."
"I won't kill you, but please just follow us. You'll have a place to sleep and of course, the dog will be there, too."


To be honest he needed to hear those words. He needed some support and instruction, and even though Ember lacked the emotional side of it she definitely started helping with the basics. "O..okay." He whispered before getting to his feet, dusting his muddy knees and clicking his fingers gently so that Champ would trot along very closely to Jennifer as he seemed to be her only sign of comfort. "Please come with us. You don't want to be out at night." He explained, now rather monotone though his eyes remained glassy. The German Shep's fur lightly dusted against her calves as he kept up with the pace of walking.

Ace once again glanced over his shoulder at Owsla, now clothed in a rather intimidating but wonderful suit. It was more astectically pleasing than her Father's atleast; it lacked the creepy grin that sometimes had often crept into nightmares. He waved his hand briefly telling her to follow at the back of the group, before pausing. "Owsla are you and your Dad staying with us tonight too? Has he headed somewhere else." He questioned in the same, unpleasant and foreign sounding monotone voice.

Ember and Ace walked ahead of the pack at a brisk pace towards his cabin. Every few seconds or so Ace would let out a pitiful sounding sob as well as dripping a few teardrops into the grass. It was pathetic really. It was just such a huge shock and a lot to take in to a simple man like himself. Slowly he found himself edging towards the girl until he placed a hand upon her arm and looked up at Ember with the most desperate expression. "Help me. I..Is it even her? I don't understand..surely..." He mumbled, mostly to himself rather than the Neco.

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Dog, dog, dog, dog, Jennifer's mind rambled blankly, and she kept her focus on the canine, letting her feet follow the others. She didn't want to think about anything else. She didn't want to think about being yelled at, his crying, his pain...she didn't want to think about him at all. She just wanted to keep the pain away. "Do you really think I could hurt you?" he'd said. Yes. Yes she did. Because anyone could hurt a rabbit.

JENN FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHERE IS YOUR GUN? The thought made her flinch. She didn't care where the damn thing was, she hated it. When she held that gun, she felt awful things. She didn't want those things. She didn't want to know what it felt like to have killed people, but she did. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she did. When she held that gun, when the frozen metal bit her palm, she could feel how easy it had been for her to kill without blinking.

"The Jennifer you were was a murderer," the men told her, "you killed everyone who ever loved you, looking for one girl that never mattered. You murdered James. You murdered innocents. You murdered animals. And those you left behind couldn't love you anymore because of what you had done. You were alone, and unloved. You were an animal that needed to be put down." She was sobbing, on the floor of the metal room, crying and screaming while they tried to force the memories out of her head. "But you're not that Jennifer anymore. You're a different one, now. You're the Jennifer that James loved, and the one that James wanted you to always be. You're the right one, now, aren't you?"

Yes. She was fixed now. She wasn't a killer anymore. And because of that, she was meant to be happier, wasn't she? No more memories of killing, no more pressure to survive. No more. She could live without the stresses of her previous life. And that was what she wanted, wasn't it? Yes, of course it was. She was a different Jennifer now. And this Jennifer didn't need to have a gun, or be a fighter. So she allowed the others to lead her, keeping her eyes on the dog, wishing away the pain and any memories that could come.

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Owsla's attention was directed toward Ace, who looked less than lively than she had ever seen him before. She rubbed up against his leg as if she were champ trying to cheer him up. She tilted her head to the side when he asked if she and Oreron were coming. She nodded and stopped in her tracks. A dull pinging noise started to sound off from her as well as a blinking blue light. Every few seconds, the sound and light would blip.

If wasn't long until the sound of a man being thrown aside also rang out through the forest close to them.

"DON'T HURT ME PLE-
-SNAP-

The sound of bone crunching under teeth disturbed the air around the woods as a large male's shadow started to form from the tree line. The shadow soon gave way to a sight that was more at home on a war zone than in a forest, but all to familiar to the green clad neco. He was not only carrying their things, but bloodied items that he had taken from the bodies of nearby bandits. His mouth and hands were coated with blood, but the same ping could be heard of him as well. He was breathing heavily, as if he had just come back from a hunt.

Though in essence, he had.

Owsla bounded around him, the same metallic noises coming from her. However he looked down at her as if she were understanding what she was saying. "I might as well." he said, his voice ragged as if he were slowly coming back to reality. He hiked the bag over his shoulder again, his head perking at the new addition to the group. A meek looking woman. If he was how he was back during the war, he would have ordered his men to take her somewhere out of the area. She was unarmed, unarmored. She was a walking target for bandits or muggers at this point. He sighed.

He hoisted her up into his arms and over his shoulder without a second thought. Owsla, looking more distraught at this sight, started bounding after him as if telling her father to put her down.

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Her movements were mechanical, and her face, emotionless. Her reason, for this detachment from her body was not because she was cutting herself off from her emotions, but because she was analyzing and categorizing her feelings about Ace. She had felt slightly betrayed when Ace had shouted at her frantically telling her to stop. Stop what, Ace? Stop protecting you from yourself? It had taken every ounce of discipline pounded into her to maintain her facade of indifference. To keep Ace from seeing that he had hurt her, and that she was confused and angry at him for being so... Caring, so full of emotion.

Ember was brought back from the recesses of her mind when she felt a pressure on her arm. Startled by the sudden physical contact, she felt her blood go cold at the touch and was about to say something about there being such a thing as personal space when... she saw his face... "Help me. I..Is it even her? I don't understand..surely..." He mumbled, more to himself then to her.

Ember felt some of his pain and.... The feeling was unwanted, and its mere presence made Ember angry at herself, and at Ace. She stared at his heart broken expression. Then again... She wanted to console him, maybe even off a shoulder, but then... To love is to destroy. She felt her hackles go up, her blood boiled at the sudden memory she would not share. No, I won't love Ace, I won't allow myself to. Never. She didn't notice when Oreron joined the trek, nor did she care. "Ace." His name slipped off her tongue, her tone holding hatred for herself and him, enough venom in it to kill a horse in only a few seconds.

Ember's hand flashed out, and a crack filled the air. She had slapped Ace, hard. "Get a hold of yourself." Instantly feeling guilty for slapping him, some of the indifference left her and there was a gentle look about her when she spoke again, "Acting like a whimpering child isn't going to fix things." A sudden expression of snarky humor flitted briefly across her face. "Or are you still the man-child from before?" She was intentionally trying to anger Ace, but if all she got was annoyance, so be it. An irritated person is better than a sobbing and heart broken person in her mind.

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Jennifer was incredibly silent and the only emotion she ever displayed was fear. Champ was the only one who she would so much as pull her eyes towards. The canine continued walking alongside her, his fur and her shins brushing against one and other gently. Now and again he dared a gentle lick on her palm for reassurance. The German Shep understood that clearly this was someone his master cared about and wanted protecting, and so he would do as he was told rather than messing about on the job like usual.

It was not long before Oreron and Owsla returned and by the stench of blood and newly acquired items, Ace had got the idea of what the general had been up to. He looked behind him and narrowed his shiny eyes as he scooped the black haired woman over his shoulder to speed up the groups walking pace. "Do you really think that is the best impression!?" He spat, whole body shaking as he thought about how terrified she would be about being grasped by a crimson soaked stranger. Not only that but Ace could not help but be somewhat jealous; it was likely that Jenn would need someone more like Oreron than someone like himself.

Though despite Ace's objections, it did cause the group to arrive at his sapien woodland cabin much quicker. It was in sight now, complete with the beautiful scenery, homely and neat appearance and blissful memories. Even though it was a awfully lonely place to live, Ace adored his house and over time had grown very fond of taking care of it and improving things there. Could it be that this place would trigger Jennifer's memories? The blonde turned around to make some cheery and jokey comment to Owsla, something following the lines of 'home sweet home eh?' but when he went to open his mouth he could not force out the words. His emotions had wrecked him.

"Ace."


Ember's expression quickly changed from that of confusion, to that of complete and utter rage. Just the singular glint in her eye sent his legs shaking violently. What had he done to upset her? He did not understand?

SLAP.

"Get a hold of yourself."
"Acting like a whimpering child isn't going to fix things."
"Or are you still the man-child from before?"


Ace found his face facing the ground and his hand clutching a bright red and stinging cheek. He had never been hit like that before. It certainly shocked him out of his mood but not really into a more positive one. As Ember began to speak he rose his face to meet with her gaze and listened carefully to what she was saying before finally deciding that though a slap was not the best course of action, it had worked somewhat. "I'm not a man chil-!"

Champ was furious and instantly sprang forward on his hind legs towards Ember swiftly, fangs bared and rough angry snarls escaping his jaws. It was somewhat hard to believe that this beast was the same dozing food-begging idiot as before. He had now transformed into a full blown mauling machine and his target was currently her arm. Nobody would attack Champ's master and get away with it, nobody at all. He knew that Ace was a neco that could not provide protection for himself, and so he would provide the protection instead.

(You are able to do what you like here with Ember. Please do not kill Champ though and if he does wound her it would be a deep bite or two in the arm which would not be all that dangerous to a normal neco.)

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"I'm not a man chil-!" Ember smirked at this, another insult on her lips when... Rough angry snarls made her flinch, a glazed look in her eyes, instincts commanding her to dive away from the enraged animal. Yet, she disobeyed her instincts and instead let them the animal go for her arm, her mind blank.

Teeth sunk into her forearm, and the pressure of the bite caused her Ember to come back to life. Her eyes became orbs of fire, burning brighter as she pulled her leg up, kneeing the animal in the chest. Air whooshed out of the animal's lungs and the soldier fell backwards with the animal atop her. She pulled something out of her pocket and rammed it into the dog's side. Its already loose jaws opened to let out out a yelping scream as it jumped away from the down Ember who held an object that looked a bit like a stun gun.

With the dog gone, Ember exhaled loudly and looked around at the others. Surprisingly, instead of jumping to her feet and shooting the dog or yelling at Ace for not being able to control his dog, she began to laugh. It was a slightly crazed laughter and she noticed as she began gasping, her hands crossing her chest as if trying hold back the laughter. "I'm-" laughter. Gasp. "-sorry-" laughter. She stopped trying to talk when she was able to stop laughing.

Ember looked up at Ace, a slaphappy look on her face. "I apologize for that." Then, like it was a normal occurrence, she lifted her arm over her head to look at the wound. Blood dribbled onto her cheek, but she ignored it as the bite had been a clean one, and there was no shredded flesh, so... A look of horror plastered itself to her face, as she put her finger through a newly torn hole in her leather sleeve of her jacket. "Dammit. I really liked this one, too." And with that, she sat up and held out a hand to Ace. "Its official, I'm a CAT person, now please pull me up before I turn your dog into a pair of boots."

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Oreron ignored the blond haired boy as they continued to make their way to was cabin. If anything he had a glazed look in his eye that clearly said that he wasn't in the mood for anything right now. If anything, this large neco needed some sleep after a week of being constantly on alert. If anything a shelter like this was a welcome sight. "You need to do better with your bobby traps in these woods, Ace. It's crawling with bandits at the moment." he said as he continued toward the cabin. Without a second thought, Oreron put the shell of a girl down, letting her stand on her own feet as he started to circle the cabin itself.

Owsla let her armor recicde, making her writhe on the ground as if she were in somekind of pain before popping herself back up. Only to have Champ fall on her as she did so. "OW!" She yelped as she nudged the dog off her her and stood back on her feet. The cabin did bring back memories for the young neco. It was warm, and had provided her with shelter as well as months of fun giving the blonde near heart-attacks in the mornings and head-aches. If anything, Ace proved to be a very good ambush target back then. "Wait! Do you still have my motorshell?!" she asked, excited before letting herself inside through the one way she always has. Through a window where her claw marks showed her constant entry and exit.

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To say that Jennifer was over-stimulated was an understatement. There were loud noises and laughter and yelling, and she was slung over some man's back like a ragdoll. Like a soon-to-be-skinned rabbit. The second her boots were on the ground again, she wanted nothing more than to collapse. But with everything going on, that was the last thing to do. So she didn't. Instead, she took a deep breath, and gagged. The scent of blood and damp dirt was all around her, cloying to her hair and her clothes, worming its way deep into her throat. Clapping a hand over her nose and mouth, she shut her eyes tight, waiting for a quiet moment.

With eyes closed, she began to let her mind wander, away from what might be memories, people who might be helpers or murderers...it was all so much to think about. She pretended, for a moment, that she was back with the men, on her hard metal cot, hooked up to wires and boxes. She'd been safe. Warm. Had meals given to her, had privacy. She'd had to pay them back, of course but...that was easily ignored. She could lock those thoughts away as easily as anything. Back with the men, she was their precious little creation, their reconstructed child. They'd cared for her, and she did what she could to give back. And now she was out here, on her own.

Well. Not exactly. They were all there too. But who knew how long they'd keep her alive, or when the men would come to collect her. But for now, here she was. Standing beside a man who'd carried her, with another man who cried when he saw her, a woman who laughed after being attacked by a dog, and a reserved young girl. And the dog, of course. But death could come for her at any time, in the form of these people, or something else. And she had to be ready...had to be, had to be, had to. But she wasn't, right now. Slowly, she allowed her mind to come back to the present, opened her eyes, slipped her hand from her mouth, and wrapped her arms around herself. She simply watched everything happen. Stood and waited to be given an order, to be taken somewhere. To have someone tell her who to be so she could be it.

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Ace cried out as Champ sank his jaws into the fleshy part of Ember's forearm. He instantly leapt forward to attempt to grab the beast by the collar and drag him away but after a split second of leaping his body seemed to freeze up. Who would he even want hurt less? To be honest the blonde man was quite unsure. The woman kneed the creature in the stomach before the pair fell over in a brawl. Ace saw her pull something from her pocket and began to cry out in distress, pleading for her to stop. Of cause at first glance the Neco thought the weapon was a blade of some kind but it was a simple stun gun and was unlikely to have no long term affects on his dear Champ.

He lay on the ground panting and whining heavily, with his body still twitching a little from the shock of the event. Though he was certain he had in fact been defeated. Ace pressed a hand to the animals stomach to check he was okay before getting to his feet to check on Ember. He felt sick seeing crimson drip from her arm like that and it did not take more than a second for him to blame himself. "I...I am so sorry. Ember..I..." He stammered but she began to laugh. It was odd. He was not sure what to make of it and so just stood there looking awfully confused.

"I apologize for that."
"Dammit. I really liked this one, too."
"Its official, I'm a CAT person, now please pull me up before I turn your dog into a pair of boots."


Sure enough he quickly pulled the woman to her feet with one hand on her palm and the other under her arm for extra support. It was odd to have that kind of response from someone, he would not have expected that from anyone, let alone Ember. Ace expected yelling or for his canine to be murdered, but laughter was the answer? "I guess he just wanted to protect me. I have some things for the bite inside...m..my god I am sorry. Come on..."

The group approached the door and Ace unlocked it with a passcode he had installed recently, allowing them in with a welcoming beep.

"You need to do better with your booby traps in these woods, Ace. It's crawling with bandits at the moment."

"You are actually a hundred percent right there. I don't have enough protection here and being honest I am just lucky that I have not had many run ins with the wrong type of people. I should really improve it." The blonde explained somewhat comically, but it was indeed a serious issue. Now Ace put some thought into it, it was actually a wonder he could even sleep at night with how vulnerable he was here.

"Wait! Do you still have my motorshell?!"


As the group stepped through the door way and Owsla made her own entrance, Ace chuckled lightly. It felt nice to have the little things like that back in the present rather than a memory. "I never chucked anything away of yours Owsla. I always hoped you would come back." He explained very honestly. With Owsla here now, it actually felt like his home. No matter how many times he had built or installed something new, his cabin always seemed to empty with out that feral child leaping on him at early hours. "Would you mind making sure Champ lies down somewhere comfortable so he can calm down?" Ace then asked the girl politely with a gleam of desperation in his eyes.

Ace then turned to Jennifer, who he had been trying to ignore the whole time she was there being honest. It broke his heart to so much as look in her direction. She seemed more ghost like than the visions he had been having this time three years ago. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat uncomfortably as he slowly approached her as though too loud of a word or too quick of a step could cause her to fade away into nothing. He hated this. It killed him. "J..Jenn you are safe here. I swear on my life. This place must be somewhat recognizable? You have been here once before. I'll make sure you have something to eat and a place to sleep while you spend some time to rest here." He explained to her in the softest tone he could manage, though his voice still wobbled uncomfortably and it was hard to hide the redness in his eyes from the stress of refusing not to cry.

Ace then turned to the rest of the group with a light smile before speaking. "You can sleep where you like and get food when you need it. Please don't make a mess...Oh and one of the bedrooms is Jennifers alone. No exceptions." He ordered, trying to leave his lost love as much space and comfort as she needed to have.

He then waved to Ember to follow him to the bathroom for a bandage and some healing cream. Ace began raiding small cupboard at the back of the mirror before plucking out the things he needed. "I really sorry..." The blonde stammered again before pausing for a second, wondering whether to just give her the items or have he himself bandage her up.

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Ember shook her head, feeling a little... strange. "I guess he just wanted to protect me. I have some things for the bite inside...m..my god I am sorry. Come on..." Her mind was blank and belatedly, she began following her Ace - Wait, what? Ember put a hand to her forehead, feeling confused at what she had thought and... A headache bloomed behind her eyes. Keep it together, Ember. She gritted her teeth, and nearly walked into an invisible wall when trying to walk into Ace's house. What the hell?! She tried to walk forward, through the doorway but it was life trying to walk through jelly. Shocked, surprised, confused, and frustrated now, Ember recoiled, taking a step back to glare at the door frame. Is this a real barrier or is this my subconscious telling me to get the hell out of here and as far away from Ace?


Ember stayed at outside the cabin, at the doorway watching the others move naturally inside the damned cabin. She felt like an outsider with them to be honest. Despite being a person that prefers living life without emotions, there was still that instinct to within a circle of friends, not outside one. That sentence reminded her of when she did have actual friends...

"Hey, Wolfe! Heads up!" A younger version of Ember pulled a metal can out of the air, just before it hit her on the head. "Trying to knock your Squad Leader unconscious while in the middle of enemy territory is not a good idea, Tex." A teenage boy appeared in the scene and slapped Ember on the back, "Aw, I was just making sure you didn't fall asleep." Before she could reply, another voice split through the air. "Geez, Wolfe we just wanted to get in on the action." Ember rolled her eyes and yawned. "Well the other guys know, right guys?" A group of nearly drunk teenage Necos looked up the boulder Ember and Tex were on, and they all agreed. "We thought having the legendary Wolfe twins in our squad would be so great!" Ember winced as one of her mates called Rico shouted out, his voice turning into high pitched voice in the middle of his sentence. "What it-" he burped "-really means is they get all the action and all the kills! They leave us none to kill or torture, its sort of boneless for us, 'cuz we soldiers need things to kill, things to do, blah blah blah!" That's when her brother appeared, and the memory faded...

Ember remembered her fondness for certain members of her old squad, and was pulled out of reverie when Ace spoke to her. "I really sorry..." She glanced at the doorway he'd walked into and on the inside, Ember smiled at this, but in reality, she was still glaring at the door frame with a murderous expression. "It's okay Ace, and..." She so wanted to bite her tongue, but she could not. "Just a couple puncture wounds don't need bandaging or anything like that. I'm fine, and if you need me I'll be out here... On the roof..." Alone and hating the damn world for being so unfair.. and Cruel. Ember stepped away from the front of the door and vaulted herself onto the roof where she promptly chose a spot and lay down on her back, staring up at the stars above her.

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Oreron loved seeing his daughter so excited, too many times had he seen herenraged and on the verge of battle induced insanity. As much as he was glad that his blood ran strong in her vains, there were something he wished that somethings didn't pass on to her.

The cabin itself felt a bit small to the large neco. Nearly beeing seven feet tall had that effect on places, though he had an easy fix for that. He plopped himself onto all fours and wandered the cabin as if looking for something.

Owsla, on the other hand, bounced around the cabin like she had years ago. Looking for all the new things and old that she remembered. She laughted like she was a child again before pounching on ace's back like she had done years ago. "Still need to fix your window!" She mewed before hopping off and planting herself onto the couch she had claimed once before.

Oreron had curled himself up In front of the couch, looking like an oversized caninerather than a neco male. His form gently moved up and down as he lay curled upin the floor. Even savage generals need to sleep at some point.

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With slow steps, Jennifer began to pick her way through the house, staying close to the walls, an eye on every door and window in case running became necessary. The inside of the cabin smelled of warm wood and clove, comforting and drowsy, like being wrapped in a cozy blanket or the arms of a loved one. She wanted to smile, almost could if she tried, but she wasn't smiling Jennifer right now. She was still prey. She wouldn't allow herself to forget. Even though the blonde man had promised her she would be safe here, safe had many different meanings. Whichever safe he meant, it was only temporary. She had to return to the men at some point. They'd be waiting.

Still. As she wandered the house, peeking her head into different rooms, she could feel an immediate sense of calm seeping into her veins. This place was safe. It was safe. She almost couldn't remember safety. Not real safety, anyhow. The safety she'd been living in had come at a price. But this safety...it wouldn't. At least, she didn't think so. This was freely offered, solitary safety. This was safety in the way of a den. This was a rabbit's safety. There was much to process here. And she didn't know what to do now. She was inside, she was with these people. But what was she to do now? The men had just told her to go, that they'd be checking up on her. And now she was here.

Stepping gently, Jennifer followed the blonde man, her hand reaching for him, fingers gently brushing his arm. With her eyes downcast, she took a soft hold of his shirt, and stepped closer. "Where," she tried to speak, but her voice caught. The pain was coming back, the longer she touched him, was near him. Lifting her gaze, she locked eyes with him. The pain screamed through her, but still she stood, tears brimming in her eyes. "Where do you want me?" came her broken voice, her hands beginning to shake. He might hurt her, but right now, he wanted her calm and safe for some reason. So she would be calm, and she would be safe, if only because he wanted that for her. "I will listen. Tell me where to go."

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"It's okay Ace, and..."
"Just a couple puncture wounds don't need bandaging or anything like that. I'm fine, and if you need me I'll be out here... On the roof..."


Ace was left with his mouth hanging open and his body frozen as she headed to the roof like usual. He felt utterly useless once more. Of course Ember had always been the type to deny help, especially from someone a good amount weaker than her. Still he was rather disappointed. As horrible as this sounded Ace was actually hoping to try and gain some affection from her. He was growing rather desperate to experience something similar to what he had with Jennifer all these years ago, even if it was from another woman who was more like Jenn than Jenn currently was himself. It did not even have to be something all that special, just some conversation and company would have sufficed.

He pushed the supplies back into the cupboard before organizing them carefully and heading elsewhere.

"Where do you want me?"
"I will listen. Tell me where to go."


"You are killing me you know that?" Ace said, his tone coming out rather darkly. He could not bare to so much as meet his pupils with the stranger of a woman ahead of him. He felt his heart hammer fast in his chest as she clutched at his shirt tightly, almost seeming like she was fearful. The blonde mans eyes became glassy as he let out a loud sight and bowed his head. "Come with me." He ordered, as this seemed to be exactly what she wanted.

He lead her through the house, popping his head around the corner into the living room to see Owsla and Oreron falling into their dreams. They looked so much more peaceful like this than usual. "Goodnight." Ace whispered, incase either of them were still half awake. He wondered if Owsla would reclaim her job as his living alarm clock in the morning. He begged the Gods that she would not.

Ace then took the raven haired woman to the spare bedroom and opened the door. Sure enough it was small but very clean, well decorated, and cosy. "Jenn get some rest here. I am in the room next door so if you need anything wake me up okay?" He explained to her kindly, but their eyes still never met. "I um..." Ace paused for a second deciding on his words, but still everything seemed to come out wrong. "Please look back through your memories and see if you can remember me? It's just...I...never mind. Sleep well." He stammered, shuffling about on his feet. One third of him wanted to give her a hug, the second third was yelling at him saying that it would be taking advantage of her in this naive state, and the last part was causing him to question whether or not he even wanted to, because was Jenn even his Jenn anymore. At the moment she was not who he once loved. He hated admitting it but it was fact. Plus even if she remembered it would be unlikely she accepted any affection anyway. So Ace just left and headed to his own room murmuring a awkward goodnight.

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The sun blazed through the cabins windows and peeked through the curtains but Ace still lay in bed with the covers and his bed shirt tossed onto the floor due to the nasty heat in the night. He was still half asleep but sensitive to noise and movement. The male did not snore but often let out annoying noises of sharp intakes of breath and soft groans.

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Once the blonde man left her in the bedroom, Jennifer sat at the foot of the bed and took a few deep breaths. This was...so much more than she could have imagined. So many people of varying sizes and attitudes...they were nothing like the men. The men were all static, almost identical to one another: the same smooth voice that made her feel about as big as a grain of rice, the same flat eyes that saw every mistake she'd make, the same rough touch that left her feeling chafed and used and awful. The men were all the same, after the same thing, giving her the same rules and punishments. But these people...they were all different. Two women besides herself (though could she honestly call herself a woman anymore? She wasn't anything but an empty hull, no gender could make her into what she had been), and two men, but none of them looked the same. The blonde man and the one who had carried her bore such different statures, voices nothing alike, even rhythmically. And among the women, Jennifer felt...alone. She was not one of these people.

But you were, my darling. You were just like them, and you belonged with them!

She was? Was it even possible that she could have been that strong once? It didn't seem likely. But oh, how she wanted it to be true. As she toed off her boots, peeled off socks and stripped down to the nude, she thought. She tried, desperately, to access the part of her that might once have been strong, like the woman on the roof, or the man that had carried her. She thought, and strained, and tried to find it...but nothing came. There was no strength in her. Not anymore. Jennifer crawled under the sheets, and curled into a tight ball, all knees and elbows, awaiting slumber to take her away. Just as she was dropping off however, something bloomed in her thoughts, and she could remember, see herself, calling out to someone.

"Blondie, hurry up."

"Blondie, over here."

"Blondie, you idiot."

"Blondie."

"Blondie."

"Blondie."


Eyes snapping open, Jennifer sucked in air and felt a mixture of joy and excruciating pain. She clenched the sheets between her fingers, balling them up into fists as she tried to breathe through the anguish. Blondie. Her Blondie. That's who he was. He was her Blondie. She didn't know what that meant, but she knew he was her Blondie. She wanted to know why. She would find out. But even this small memory, this small discovery, had left her paralyzed with pain, tears forcing their way out as she whimpered and shook with pain. For an hour, two, she lay as the pain ripped rampant through her body, and finally began to drain away as the sun's bright rays started to creep into the window.

Slowly, her movements stiff from pain, mind still whirring, the raven-headed girl pulled herself to a sitting position, tugging the sheets around herself in a wad of clean, warm protection. She dared to even smile, though it did not reach her eyes. Gaze falling out the window, watching the sun grow higher and stronger, Jennifer felt a little less empty, and a little more peaceful. She knew something. She finally knew something that she actually wanted to know. And she could hardly wait until the blonde man awoke, so she could look at him and say, with as much emotion as her frail self could muster,

"Good morning, Blondie."

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Champ was a very groggy canine in the morning. He seemed to be sulking due to yesterdays events and would not leave Oreron's side as he now deemed the Hall family and Ace his only friends. Once Ember and her new acquaintance entered the room he growled for a mere second before plopping his butt next to Oreron in silence. He hoped this man would provide him sympathy and give him food.

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Ace did not hear the door creep open as Owsla slipped into his room; he was too busy drooling on his pillow and making odd sleepy groaning noises. It was rather comical to look at to be fair. The blonde man stirred as this familiar shadow scuttled around his floor. This time 3 years ago the man's body clock would sometimes force him to wake up before she jumped on him as he had gotten used to this unavoidable threat every morning.

YOOOOWWWLLLL.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Ace sat upright pretty sharply, forcing the woman to stumble off his bed and into the stomach as well as smacking his head clumsily on the lampshade ahead of him. It made a rather satisfying thud noise as they collided. He panted hard and rubbed at his forehead while waiting for his vision to become clear and awake. "Owsla..I...hate...you." He hissed, but still managed somehow to let out a chuckle. "Good morning. Just like the good old days eh?"

Still the man flopped his body back into the bedsheets for a few more seconds before turning his gaze over to Owsla. It was only then he noticed her lack of clothing and recoiled up to the bedframe. Not only that but he had torn off his clothes apart from boxers in the night too. The pair of them looked rather odd in his room like this. "What have I told you about suitable clothes around me!? Y..your Dad is in this house too!" Ace stammered, his cheeks flushing a dark red. It did not also help that it was early morning and he was hard as balls.

"Alright I'm up. Go tell your Dad to look for something for breakfa-?" Ace was silenced by the sound of a new voice that he had not heard before. It made him a little uncomfortable to be honest. He got out of bed and leant his head out of the door, to only be greeted by the sight of Ember. "Oh hai. Good morning."

"Ace, did you even sleep at all last night?"

"Screw you anyway." He grumbled with a comical pouty face, but tried to smooth his blonde hair into place after becoming paranoid about her comments. Ace then plucked his dressing gown off the back of his door and tied it loosely around his near bare body. "Have we got a visitor? Give me two seconds." Ace told her before heading to Jennifer's room.

He knocked twice on her door before slowly pushing it open and peeping his head through the gap. "Hello?.." Ace said softly before stepping inside to another clotheless body, and once again his cheeks flushed a shade of dark pink. Atleast she was covered pretty well by the covers and looked a lot more lively than the day before. "Good morning Jenn. Would you like some breakfast? I'll start making it if so." He questioned, still in a very lovely tone but it was clear he was rather uncomfortable, but atleast not in tears unlike last night.

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Excited though she was, Jennifer was tired. It must've been days since she'd slept, given the way her eyes began to drift closed as she sat there, wrapped in sheets like a child. It was warm, and cozy, and she could hear people speaking and beginning their day. It was peaceful. She closed her eyes for just a minute, it seemed, let her own warmth catch up to her...and was jolted awake before she knew it by two quiet knocks at the door. For a moment, she panicked. Whenever the men would come to collect her in the mornings, she was supposed to be prepared; dressed, bathed, hair combed flat, bed made and room tidy. Right now, she was anything but. Her hair was fluffed up and messy, she was undressed and swathed in sheets clumsily, her clothes in a heap at the foot of the bed. She wasn't prepared in any way for company. But when the Blondie poked his head through the door, the fear dissipated slowly, replaced by a gentle buzzing and the beginnings of throbbing pain behind her right eye.

"Good morning Jenn." His voice was so soft, but rigid, and it made Jennifer's stomach sink. She'd displeased him somehow. It was barely morning, and he was already disappointed. She was supposed to make him happy so he wouldn't kill her, but she'd already upset him. She had failed, already."Would you like some breakfast? I'll start making it if so." Oh. Jennifer stared at the blonde man, lips parted in surprise, and silently nodded. Breakfast. With the men, breakfast had to be earned. If you didn't work hard enough, well enough, you didn't eat. It was simple. Made sense. Work means food, food means life. So she'd worked hard, been allowed to eat, and gone on through life. Easy. But not here. Here, food, safety, a bed to sleep in, was all offered freely. It made her head spin. So she nodded again, lifting her right hand and pressing it against her browbone, as though trying to work the information in, and the pain out. This place had a whole new set of rules to learn.

Keeping his gaze trapped in hers, Jennifer tried to force a smile, though it was empty and left her eyes looking pained. She had to speak to him. Had to actually tell him that she remembered who he was...or, at least, his name. And it would go over better with a smile. So smile she did, in her empty, painful way. Then, with a voice shaky with sleep and fear, mumbled a gentle, "Good morning, Blondie." After the words finally passed her lips, she stared at him expectantly. I said it! a part of her wanted to shout, I was able to say it! You know that that's you, don't you? You know that I'm trying! Please, you have to know that I am trying!

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"I've never seen you in the wastes or in this glen before. You name and business here?" Shrade lifted an eyebrow at this, before flicking a somewhat disdainful look toward Ember, "I'm here to share some private information with this wretched bitch, nothing more, nothing less." His serious demeanor changed quickly to that of a slaphappy idiot as he held up a deck of cards, "So anyone here want to play a game of-" His eyes widened as movement darted across his peripheral and... "Owmfh!"

He held a hand to his temple before his eyes watered with tears as he looked up at Ember with a hurtful expression on his face, "But Ember!" The woman glared him before speaking, her words filled with contempt and disgust, "I'm not, and neither are they, going to play that sicking game." She sat back down with her arms crossed as she glared at Shrade, who was babbling about games and how some were "Educational" and how they were designed to inform about the opposite sex and crap like that.

After a minute or two, he crawled back into his chair and huffed, "Okay, fine... not THAT game but how about S-" "Not that one either!" With a loud bang, his head was slammed into the table, "Ow! Again, really?!" Not even embarrassed or shamed by how he was being abused by Ember, he let out a weak, and dramatic sigh, "So.... Since someone's in a bad mood, why don't we just sit in silence?..." A bead of sweat formed on his temple as his expression turned into that of frozen fear as he watched Ember dare daggers at him. Feeling not so safe near the abusive and overly-aggressive person he stuttered, "You know I'll just give you some space, and greet this.. hmmmm... Animal? Dog? Canid? Canine? What a fine specimen... Perhaps some augmentation and..." He looked off into the wall, a grin of mischief and awe at the sight of an augmented canine, thinking of ways he could quickly turn this dog into an actual dog of war like those he'd seen and helped create.