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Oreron Hall

"You see, you lay a hand on my daughter and she doesn't finish you...I will."

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

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Oreron Hall



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❝They once called me General, Beast, Monster. I will show why if you cross me.❞

Iorn | Woodkid



▐ The basics▐



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★Name★
Oreron Hall

☀Age☀
38

♀Gender♂
Male

♥Sexuality and relationship status♥
Possibly bisexual, widowed and not looking

∞Race∞
Homoneco

☁Personality☁
Oreron is a man that would rather let his actions speak than his words. However, these actions mostly boil down to savage murder if it is to someone that has deeply crossed him. Most times he is quite content to watch from a distance, now that he is a father again. However, this does not mean he is oblivious to whatever is around him, he is constantly on alert even in the safest of places due to a long stint of paranoia.

If angered; At his worst, Oreron is a bloodthristy monster. Killing for the sake of death itself and the rush of ending another necos life so that his own may continue. it is not uncommon for him and his daughter to be covered in the blood of other neco who tried to ambush them. At best, he is VERY intimidating to nearly everyone aside from his daughter who is almost always nearby if not next to him. His authoritative manner that was left over from the war as a survival instinct, and is not above giving orders to those he believes needs it.

For those that have gained his trust, he is a very pleasant man to be around. A gentile giant and very playful as he often play fights with his daughter, Owsla and anyone else who wishes to join. Often times helping out without a second word and giving his part to a camp if needed through hunting.




▐ Aesthetics▐



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♞Body build♞
Oreron, although starting to pass his prime, is what one would call the pinnacle of the neco kind. Toned, well built and standing at a very tall 6'11". To say anything about him is that standing near would nearly dwarf any man.

☪Face description☪
Oreron has a very hard face, angular and more wolfish if one would say so. However, the one thing that stands out is the massive scar that reaches from ear to ear as if he had been slashed across his mouth.

☭clothing/armour/markings/extras☭
Other than scars that riddle his entire body, his normal clothing outside of his armor is just a simple tunic and slik pants. on the rare occations that his hair is done in a tail, he does have a pair of bone rods that keep it in place.

▲Pets/none weaponry devices▲
This armor is his pride and joy (less so that his girl) and was hand built in the war. It is dented, scared and very well used, but still functions as a stealth suit and battle armor. It is meant for him to crawl on all fours as to increase agility.



▐ Skills and flaws▐



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✘ Weapons ✘
As of this moment, his weapons are whatever he can get his hands on, his bare hands and on occation, his daughter's knife.

/Defense\
As stated in non-weaponry devices.

☠Skills and techniques ☠
+Blacksmith: Oreron is very skilled in the old ways of armor making as well as the new. Often being able to clean and sharpen the rusted and dullest of blades and fix many kinds of armor as well as evaluate it.
+Tech mechanic: Due to his time in the war, he learned the in and outs of many kinds of techology and new kinds can be quickly replicated by him if he can get the parts for them. Same goes for fixing said tech.
+ Stealth: His and his daughter are very skilled in stealth kills and ambushes due to the fact that they usually hunt to put food on the table.
+Hand to hand combat: Fighting Oreron one on one is a near death sentence due tot he fact that he not only fights dirty, but at times fights to kill and dominate his opponent. He fights more like an animal than a normal neco.


✂Flaws✂
Where to begin...other than the fact that oreron (and his bloodline) have the worse tempers in existance, his voice suffers from disuse and often must clear his throat or drink something to keep him from sounding like he is growling and hissing his words. He also has a habit of not talking to people that give off a bad intention and often prefers a swift answer (usually a snarl or a swift punch in the face) to get his point across. While not suffering these as much, he does often have nightmares of his past life. He is also a strict meele fighter, so he can't do much unless you give him an opperotunity to get right up in your face.
Another, albeit a funny one, is that he's lost all manner of social cadence other than being polite. He is a savage, will shovel food into his maw with reckless abandon if a buffet is put out in front of him, burp when he feels like it, walk on all fours outside of his armor at his leisure and generally look out of place among city dwellers. Let alone the social elite.




▐ The past and present▐



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♚Basic history♚
Oreron is a well-known and very feared general of a large neco clan back in the war. Known for dispising fear in all it's forms, it was said that he rip the necks open of subordenates that refused a command. At this time he showed no remorse to the enemy, Neco or Sapian.

That is until one Neco stole his heart. A neco woman from the opposite side that he had fought. Both of them leaving each other badly wounded, but smitten with the other. The caused a sort of long term game of going off with one another during days where there was little fighting and soon abandoned their clans to be with one another; seeing that there was more to mindless death and desruction. For a few years afterwards they lived in a small village where neco and sapian lived in peace and soon had a child together.

But this peace did not last long. Both of their clans came, making the village their battleground and found the two, Kalleeen heavily pregnant in Oreron's arms. He fought them off as best as he could but was soon overwhelmed by sheer numbers and forced to watch as they killed his mate and tore out his child from her belly. He soon fell uncounsious as he was tortured for his treason and left to die with his mate. But he still lived, mourning the murder of his mate and the kidnapping of his daughter; he burned her body and scattered in the winds and took vengeance upon both clans by killing them off squad by squad in the wastelands. This earned him the name of the beast of the wastes.

After this, he wandered the land in search of his daughter, meeting other necos and sapians along the way until he was literally blindsided by her attack. She thought he was a souldier, but one look at her eyes and he knew, taking her into his arms and not letting go.

Since then, they've been living off the land as nomads since he is well known and staying in one place for too long could spell trouble for the both of them.


♛History with the war including thoughts♛
Oreron was a general of one of the largest clans and looking back on that time, he feels shame for what he has done. Fighting in the war against his fellow Neco as well as his own genetic ancestors, along with loosing his mate because of it has effected him in ways that had once left him a bloodthristy monster bent on killing to purge his own demon. Ones that he still carries to this day even with finally being a father to the daughter he once lost. He sees the sapians as his ancestors and will not harm one if he can help it. Even going out of his way to help those in need. However, he is much more hostile to neco who cling to the war days of killing without reason, and is not above killing such a neco.

♫Events to note so far in the RP♫
Answer Here

~Other~
-Cities make him nervous, an emotion that he doesn't show much anymore. Not because of the noise or the size of said city, but because of so many people in one play as well as all the lights.
-Oreron has a massive sweet tooth. Best way to bribe him is by giving them both chocolate.



So begins...

Oreron Hall's Story

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Forests, a peaceful place that harbored those wanting to feel at peace and at home while also providing cover for those of...particular lifestyles. Though as one inspected the wood of said timber, one would notice claw marks and slashes of a knife in them. As if someone was making sure that they didn't get lost as the woods got denser and denser.

Two people walk among the trees. One upright and female. Dressed in a fashion that would make one think she was a warrior princess of some Neco Tribe as her armor looked made from anything that she had killed and skinned herself. The other was a large man, but walked on all fours and was dressed as if he was taking a walk from his home except for the large splotch of dried blood on his arm, face and tunic, though none of the blood coming from his own body.

"Fatha! You sure that it wasn't a good idea to clean yourself off? The shirt's gonna get seeped in the smell, and I can smell a lake nearby." The female said as she walked beside the large male who seemed to walk on all fours.
"I'll be fine. He got supplies at least so a hunt won't be needed." The male responded as he bounded ahead of the female. She snickered at him as he peeked his head out between the timber in front of them. "But at least we know you were right." he said as he pointed ahead.

A lagoon of sizable measure, reflecting the landscape before them as the female ran up to the shore in excitement and jubalence. "Finally! Thought I'd never get to see one of these again!" she cheered as she proceeded to shed her armor as the male proceeded to find a suitable spot on the shore and sat down as he watched the woman, now nude, jump into the lake and disappear into the loch.

He shook his head and laughed, having not feel a feeling of peace in such a long time. "You should see your girl, Kathleen. She's just as wild as you were all those years ago." he said to himself as the female surfaced from the water, her white mane flattened by the amount of water in it. "You comming in dad?!" she yelled as the current pulled her further out into the watery darkness. He waved to her and motioned his head. "I'll clean up later, just let me at least rest, Owsla." Owsla shrugged as her father plopped onto his back and stared up at he sky smirking. "If only you can see her now." He whispered as he closed his eyes. It had been a while since he had a peaceful nap.

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As sweet as slumber was and the pleasent dreams of the well rested, all good things must come to an end as the large male stirred from his dormancy. His eyes scanned his surroundings with haste as he noted one thing. Owsla was no where to be seen. He shot up looking around further in a panic looking at the trees before spying a mark in one of the trees, one that made him calm down instantly. "Foraging. Alright, so she'll be gone for a while." He whispered to himself, unwinding himself from his worries.

The lake was as calm as it was before he slept, mirror like and peaceful. For a moment, he thought that for once today was going to be a nice quiet day and nothing was going to happen.

However those thoughts were quickly dashed by the cry of an angry woman and the crassness of a dog's barking far to his left. His eye twitched, greatly annoyed that he was ripped out of his clubby thoughts. He growled loudly, the barking reminding him of the warhounds of he tangled with in the past. He reared himself on his legs, looking toward the now two necos in the distance and let loose a loud, bellowing roar. "CAN'T I GET SOME KIND OF PEACE HERE?!" he bellowed, bearing his jagged teeth and sounding more like the general that he was years ago.

He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down as he plopped back down on his side watching as the dog stood in front of his master. Now that he thought about it, both of them looked awfully familiar. The male looking more like a very scrawny neco or a hybrid of Neco and Sapien. Odd, but not unheard of. The female however, he swore that he knew her from somewhere. He tilted his head to the side watching them as she very slowly started his was toward them, making sure not to either scare them off or have them attack him. Or at the very least not have the canine attack him.

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At the edge of the forest, the speed of the girl in her armor stopped suddenly. Skidding to a halt once under cover of trees, the green skin resided again to a spot on her back and returned her to an upright position. However, the rage from earlier had not subsided at all. As soon as she was out of her armor, she roared in a frenzy and slashed her arm spears into the trees, ripping them down and raked the bark with her blade.

The sheer animosity that she felt at knowing that people like...him existed in the world made her want to gut someone or something. However, that rage soon subsided once she looked down. A squirrel had made it's way across her vision, only to be snatched up by her and it's neck broken. "At the very least we may eat tonight." she muttered, walking away from the tree and walking back toward the lake.



Oreron's irritation had subsided. The barking of the dog had stopped and that was good enough for him. He backed off from his curiosity, returning to his side of the lake. He looked around, realizing that he hadn't started any sort of fire. He looked around, spying river rocks and a couple of dry sticks around. It wasn't long before a fire was made as there was many items in their packs that had been massive help. Albeit killing off bandits for their things wasn't all that bad either.

He started to hum as he noticed his daughter returning behind him. "Find anything?" He asked simply, placing his hand on her head. She nuzzled her head into his hand and purred. "Just a squirrel, but I'm about to go fishing anyway.' she said, now feeling a lot better about the day. She handed it over to him, wrapping her arms around the man briefly before letting go, causing the large male to purr as she left go. He nodded, laying back down near the fire as his daughter grabbed a long spear with a tri-pointed. She stripped her armor again before jumping back into the water and disappearing into it murky depths. Oreron himself gave a hardy chuckle as he watched her swim out of sight. He set the squirrel in the fire, causing it to smoke heavily as he watched the lake again. At least the day's been peaceful so far.

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"Yes, Ace?"

The blonde had never heard something so simplistic so bitterly spoke in all his life of walking this corrupted world. Ember's expression barely changed during their introduction, which is quite suprising since he thought the pair of them had a decent relationship before she left. He thought she would have shown the smallest bit of pleasure upon their reunion. He thought he had broken into her shell, but over the years it had seemed to grow back. Due to her aggression only decreasing by the tiniest amount, he still held his hands high in submission.

"Oh um...I'm j..just suprised I bumped into you again." Ace stammered, stumbling over his words awkwardly. "Are you no longer with your boyfriend?" He questioned with a curious glare, memories of the white haired male who seemed to have a large amount of hatred to Ace danced through his mind unpleasantly. Though they triggered a series of more blissful memories such as the young feral girl he had befriended and spent many months with. He would do anything to have her in his company again.

"CAN'T I GET SOME KIND OF PEACE HERE?!"

The blonde flinched so hard he more on less leapt on the spot at the sound of the bellowing. Once again the German Shepard began spitting out loud barks and snarls, circling around his masters legs defectively. "Quiet boy...QUIET. You are the reason why he is yelling do you even realize that?" Ace told the canine below him, who did not silence but atleast lowered the volume. The blonde held a light, handsome yet uncomfortable grin. He grabbed at the dogs collar, holding him between his legs so he did not hurtle towards the dark haired Neco in the distance. "I apologize Sir." Was his simple yet needed response.

"I guess you want to be left alone Ember. Sorry for disturbing you. By the way, I quite like your hair that length...Um..not that my opinion really matters of course. If it is a trouble for you, you could cut it I guess." Ace advised the woman ahead of him in a gentle tone, as though one wrong word would trigger the minefield, which by the seems of the situation was completely true. He turned to sling the Elk carcass across his back once more, but when he faced the river again, Champ was gone.

Something smell so good. Oh boy. So good. The black beast trotted happily towards the smell of cooking flesh for barely a minute or two, his collar clicking as he dashed, before he stumbled upon the stranger who had a angry outburst at his level of noise before. Hello man yes. Friends yes. Smell so good yes. The man however was cooking meat and therefore did not seem like someone who was a enemy to Champ. He approached recklessly, nudging at the Neco with his snout before suddenly standing to attention before letting his butt hit the ground with a hard flump.Please yes. He knew that at home with Ace if he sat he got what he wanted, maybe this man was no different?

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Although the day was going...somewhat easy, Oreron couldn't help but reflect on his past up until now. His own childhood at that. He remembered many of his people, other neco like him. Many of them bigger than most, but normal for him. Playing rough games of tag and hunting small animals for practice before choosing the craft he wanted to learn. Those where better times, times that he wished that he could have raised his own daughter in. However, life did not always plan for a peaceful existence.

Though the sensation of a cold, wet nose once again brought him out of his thoughts and back to reality. He looked up from the lake to find a dog nudging him and then promptly plopping downing in-front of him. He tilted his head, confused for a second. "What is it dog?" he asked as if the german shepard was going to answer him back and then his mind clicked. There was meat on the fire and dogs will come when there is food. Though unfortunately it wasn't his place to give this meat to the stray animal.

"I know that you want....This what you want?" he said pulling out a piece of dried meat from his pocket and waved it around as if it were a toy.

"Fatha? Where'd the dog come from?" Oreron's attention shifted instantly from the canine to his daughter walking out of the water with three large fish skewered on her spear.

"It's the guys dog from down the way." Oreron answered pointing to his left as he set the piece down in front of the dog.

Owsla shrugged. "He is awful cute though." she mussed as she crouched down and started to pet the creature.

"I'd be car-" Oreron stopped himself and sighed as owsla took to the dog with glee and pet its ears and back. "At least he hasn't bitten you."

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Ember held so still, as if one move could shatter her. "Oh um...I'm j..just suprised I bumped into you again." Ace stammered, stumbling over his words awkwardly. "Are you no longer with your boyfriend?" He questioned with a curious glare. Ember was too surprised, nearly shocked by the sudden turn toward Gabriel. What made it even worse was that Ace was calling the bumbling and idiotic albino her Boyfriend. She could do better then that jackass!

"CAN'T I GET SOME KIND OF PEACE HERE?!"

Ember nearly had a heart attack at the sudden shout. She was unprepared for it, and wasn't even able to react like she would have. She just stood there like statue, not knowing what to do or even how to act. Obviously Ace had thought they had some sort of friendly relationship, and had expected more from her, and... Ember couldn't understand the warmth building in her chest. What is this?...

"Quiet boy...QUIET. You are the reason why he is yelling do you even realize that?" The blonde held a light, handsome yet uncomfortable grin."I apologize Sir." Ember watched Ace closely, and couldn't help but think, He's still kind and polite.

"I guess you want to be left alone Ember. Sorry for disturbing you. By the way, I quite like your hair that length...Um..not that my opinion really matters of course. If it is a trouble for you, you could cut it I guess." The warmth increased tenfold at his words. Ember was confused at this. Why is.. feeling this way? When Ace turned to leave, she finally snapped out of it and put her energy sword away, and her stance was... Well it was still that of a person ready to move at any moment, but it wasn't as if she was about to snap at any minute. Her face was full of emotion, full of life, and she was so angelic.

"Ace, wait, please..." She stopped there, at a loss for words. It was then that she noticed that the dog was missing.

With the sudden disappearance of the dog, Ember was able to find her words again. "I apologize for my coldness, and it so seems your companion has gone missing." Her face was once again a cool mask that was somewhat more livelier then her face from before. She glanced at where the shouting had come from and saw... The dog with the two beings. "Your dog seems to have made some friends. Shall we go and retrieve him?" The 'We' slipped in, and she didn't know what that came from, but as she already said it, she may as well do so. She started striding toward the dog and two people.

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"What is it dog?"
"I know that you want....This what you want?"


Yes mister. You know mister yes. Champ once again pounced up onto his legs, clumsily snapping at the piece of meat in his hand and growling playfully; though he seemed to be quite careful about not accidently catching the strangers flesh. The canine finally managed to tug the food from his palm and ate it happily, appearing very satisfied and rather greatful of the gift. So good yes.

"Fatha? Where'd the dog come from?"
"He is awful cute though."


Champ stood to attention and raised his tail high, though did not begin reacting loudly like usual as she showed no signs of any aggression. Once she began petting him however he seemed to melt happily in her fingertips. Female so soft. Oh. He nudged closer into her shins, relaxed and panting happily, almost begging to be touched more. Soft hands yes.

~~~

The fact that she did not answer his question about Gabriel made Ace somewhat curious. Though since she clearly did not want to talk about it and neither seemed in the mood to have anyone bother her, he let it drop. What made him even more curious was why she was so on edge? Of course the blonde could confirm from his memories that Ember was a trained killer, and her instincts made her somewhat this way, but this paranoia seemed rather extreme.

"Ace, wait, please..."

He halted around and turned to face the female, a smile automatically growing on his lips at the sight of her cooling her temper by quite a amount. He was both pleased for her sake and his own safety that she had adjusted. "Yeah? What is it?" Ace questioned softly.

"I apologize for my coldness, and it so seems your companion has gone missing."
"Your dog seems to have made some friends. Shall we go and retrieve him?"


"It's okay. Being honest I expect nothing but coldness in a world like this." The Neco told her, his voice turning rather low as is usually did with any mention of the war or on going violence. He hated what was happening. At her second comment the male scanned the area around him before letting quite quiet curse slip from under his breath; it was clear he did not particularly enjoy swearing but sometimes he did let his tongue slip. "Oh for crying out loud. He could get himself killed, or kill them! I actually don't know which is worse." He sighed while jogging after the brunette, Elk carcass pressing down on his spine. "CHAMP!..." Ace cried out as the pair headed in the strangers direction.

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Owsla Hall

Age: 17

Status: Alive

Whereabouts: Assumed traveling with Oreron Hall, her father.

A child of Oreron Hall, many stories surround her birth and life for very little is known aside from her being his biological child. What is known is her self-styled title among bandits groups that fear her as she has being some of the cause of the recent decline in bandit activity: Princess with One Thousand Enemies and Daughter of the Beast. She is known for her quick wit and seeming lack of knowledge of neco that live in civilized areas as she was not raised in the normal Hall tradition. However, it is still advised that she not be taken lightly for it is not known how deep her wildness festers with the mix of her upbringing and the primal instincts that bubble within her.

Children: unknown: possibly none.


Hmm, lets do another search.

>Google images....
>Safesearch "off"
>Search

........Woahoho! Owsla, I didn't know you posed for such a magazine~


As you could probably guess, William had decided to gather as much information on the Halls as he could using the Arcana, in order to make sure he did not miss anything important when dealing with the father of that woman. He had heard some tales about Oreron before, but at the time he had more interest in finishing a design to one of his weapons, so he'd not paid too much attention. Nonetheless, he had a general idea of the man. Strong, cruel, fearsome. It was enough to inspire William to investigate the man, so that was a small feat in and of itself. When he reached an article about Owsla, he couldn't help but glance over it a few times.

'Princess'? Fwahaha! It would be hard for even someone such as myself to properly imagine that woman fitting the description! I can't even see her in a dress!

William was, of course, on his way to meet with this Oreron, who was assumed to be dead at one point, only he wasn't entirely following the directions Owsla had given them. Upon noticing he'd be traveling with those other two people if he did, he opted to forge his own path forwards, and as long as he had the general idea which direction he should head in, he would be fine, or so his pride had told him. So he walked. His feet crushed some twigs and the sort as he walked, and because he wasn't paying too much attention to his steps, an audible crack could be heard every time. He had no obvious reason to be watching his footsteps. It would be better if people knew where he was, and he did not feel like accidentally upsetting Oreron, should they bump into each other. People sneaking around were suspicious, and stealth wasn't William's specialty to begin with. So, he moved on without much concern.

This place was very hot. Perhaps it was because of what the gold-headed man was wearing, but he felt overheated. He wore, as of now, a white undershirt and a black jacket with matching pants. These clothes looked expensive and as though they there had never been any wear or tear to them at all. As though he'd just stepped out of a mansion. But that is because the man had to make sure he looked good. Well, he always looked good, but he wanted to make sure his CLOTHES looked good too. As a lake came into view, so did a campfire, and around it, people. He figured he had reached the correct location.

Abrams, being the professional he is, had little interest in the opposite sex until his work was done, it should be mentioned. Though he treated all his sexual encounters as nothing more than mere play, he also did not have any form of addiction to it, and his personality was not perverted either. In short, he did not see women as 'women' until, of course, he was not busy with adjusting or otherwise improving or inventing new weapons. This all being said, it was obviously merely just chance that the first person William noticed was the naked Owsla. He gazed upon her without any visible lust, though he did happen to take note of her body, and how well-conditioned it was ---- for a heathen. This gaze lasted a mere second at most before he nonchalantly turned his eyes past the dog she was currently petting and towards the being near her.

Oreron Hall? Quite an imposing stature.

"Fwahaha! What a beast of a man!" he exclaimed without fear, assuming they wouldn't be surprised by his entrance. He didn't try to hide his approach, after all. "I take it I have found Oreron Hall? I have non-violent business I would like to discuss with you."

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The hall's heads turned at the same time alike predictors aiming for pray at the sound of a wounded animals. Oreron set his sighs on the man that had called him a beast and requested "non-violent business" with him. This made him roll his eyes as it sounded like the days where weapon makers were coming to discuss a new weapon that the clan had bought. He remembered that this lead to one of two things: Either the man that came insulted him and would up in the infermery within the moment or they were so frightened of him that they barely spoke while he gave his opinion of said weapon calmly and professionally as well. By the tone of his voice and the seeming mix of confidence and arrogance in the way he carried himself, not to mention the man looked very out of place in a forest no less, that the outcome might be close to the first.

On Owlsa's end, the sound of someone calling a foreign name was what turned her head toward that direction. Having now crouched down to give the dog a belly rub, she looked toward them and then to the dog and quickly connected the dots. "Looks like your man's here puppy." she said as she and Oreron looked back at each other.

"Let me deal with this clown. No one looks for a dead man with out a reason."

"Yeah, I think the dog belongs to that guy over there. I'll get it. By the way, that guy over is an ass." Owsla pointed toward William, which made the larger man raise his eyes in understanding. the both nodded to each other as they both stood and walked to their respective business.



Oreron got up to his feet and cracked his neck, his large stature coming to full form as he watched the blonde come forward. "Watch your words, I'm not in the mood for city folk." he said, his eyes scanning the other male up and down. I didn't realize that blonds were this common... by the look of this man, he was either overly confident that he could survive so far out from the city in his outfit and no gear that he was just that stupid or he was bluffing and had his weapons stashed somewhere else.

"I will warn you now. If you are here to take me in, I will fight to my dying breath. If you are here to take my maiden, then I will break you and leave you here for the ravens. If you are here to proposition me to rebuild the clan I brought to its knees than I have no interest. I just want to live my life without any other issue. Now what is it that you want Abrams?" he said, not only setting his terms clearly, but calling him out as well. He had a look of annoyance and irritability, dark rings under his eyes from days of no sleep, but it didn't stop him of letting out a low snarl.

"And before you roll out the red carpet for yourself, How I know is that you look like someone from Abrams that I put in the hospital years ago, either your uncle or your father since you look like them." he crossed his arms and cracked his head again waiting for a response.




Owsla stood and smiled as she stopped petting the German Shepard. When it came to animals, the larger ones almost always had her respect or her adoration in the case of her thinking they were cute. However, she was one for returning said animals to their owners. It wasn't like she was that heartless.

"Don't worry, your puppy's a sweetheart!" she called out walking towards them. She looked them both up and down, feeling a ping of familiarity from them. The female, she couldn't put her finger on, but the male screamed of someone she knew. Yes, he had the gold hair of the asshole that she had met earlier, but something made her feel...at home.

This made her walk right up to the male's face, living little space between him and herself as she tapped her foot in thought and purred. Then it hit her like a body blow from her father. She reeled back and wrapped her armed around him and the elk on his back, nearly lifting them both and laughing. "Goldie! How've ya been buddy?!" she exclaimed, squeezing his waist and nearly jumping in joy.

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Ember stopped a few meters away from the two people. A sense of familiarity hitting her when she looked at Oreron. It appears to be some sort of reunion for the three of us. "Don't worry, your puppy's a sweetheart!" she called out walking towards them. She turned her gaze on Owsla. Her hand twitched as if it had been going for her energy sword. It made her uncomfortable, to know that this creature could so easily kill Ace, but no do anything about it without causing trouble. She reeled back and wrapped her armed around him and the elk on his back, nearly lifting them both and laughing. "Goldie! How've ya been buddy?!" she exclaimed, squeezing his waist and nearly jumping in joy.

Instinct made Ember narrow her eyes, a silent crackle of energy making her take a step away from Ace. It would not be a great idea to lunge forward and slide a dagger into the girl's bac- Control yourself. Ember turned away from the happy couple beside her, as happiness always tended to be... uninteresting, repelling.. She glanced over at Oreron, and saw that he appeared to be dealing with someone he did not like. She slid away from Ace's side, knowing that at least the dog would warn her if someone was going to attempt to kill the blonde man, and over to Oreron's side.

"-either your uncle or your father since you look like them." he crossed his arms and cracked his head again waiting for a response.

Ember glanced at the reason for Oreron's sudden aggressive body language. He was a blonde, and from afar could easily be mistaken for Ace. Like twins- an Angel and a Demon. Now why would I compare him to Ace? He obviously has killed people. Nothing like the naive anime-like blonde boy over there. She didn't dare turn her back on the Devilish-Ace before her.

From his stance, she could tell he was fearless (at the moment), and arrogant as he appeared stupid enough to annoy Oreron. Ember didn't say anything as Oreron appeared to be handling himself just fine.

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Considering he had business with the woman's father, William had been benevolent enough to ignore what Owsla had stated as she dared point her finger at him. He briefly wondered if she had grown up in the forest with her manners, but upon thinking about it, he realized that technically that was true. More importantly, now that the man was standing up, his entire being visible, William could tell even more so that this man probably scared more than half his foes to death before actually killing them. That being said, William still felt caution and nothing more than that.

"Watch your words, I'm not in the mood for city folk." Oreron said before eyeing William with no intentions on hiding it, it seemed. William was confidently grinning, unfazed by this.

"I have no such intention of wasting much of your time, I assure you, General Hall."

Oreron continued. "I will warn you now. If you are here to take me in, I will fight to my dying breath. If you are here to take my maiden, then I will break you and leave you here for the ravens. If you are here to proposition me to rebuild the clan I brought to its knees than I have no interest. I just want to live my life without any other issue. Now what is it that you want Abrams? And before you roll out the red carpet for yourself, how I know is that you look like someone from Abrams that I put in the hospital years ago, either your uncle or your father since you look like them."

Clearly this man had dealt with people like William before. Well, perhaps 'similar' would be a better word, as nobody was 'like William Abrams', as you must know. Abrams let out a hearty laugh before replying. "In the Abrams family, members were only given money from their respective contracts, for the most part. So while 'the Abrams' were very wealthy as a family, only those who put effort into further improving the family name were paid. And, of course, if you made money some other way, you kept it to yourself.

If I recall correctly - which I certainly do - I am sure a great deal many people would pay handsomely, even now, for your capture, whether it be dead or alive. For those who didn't provide the family with revenue, that would be a very tempting catch..."
his tone almost sounded threatening, but went back to its arrogant and playful nature immediately. "I made a majority of the weapons that the Abrams produced since I was born unlike my uncle, so I do believe you're referring to him, since he was a poor individual within the family. As for myself, I have absolutely no interest in stirring up trouble with a renowned general if I needn't. What you and..." William, using all of his concentration and power not to outright insult the general's daughter, continued after a brief pause. "...your daughter do doesn't matter to me. I simply would like to ask a question or two."

Despite it being in the middle of a forest, next to a lake, and the hideout of a infamous general, William found this place to be a bit crowded. Firstly, there was this woman who seemed to be eyeing him as he talked to Oreron. She wasn't bad looking by any means, and something in his gut told him she wasn't delicate at all. Then, of course, was a blonde man whom seemed to be the owner of the dog that Owsla was petting when he arrived. He had what was probably going to be his dinner on his back and the gut feeling William got simply by glancing over the man was that he seemed to be the lacking in confidence, or so his stance and mannerisms told Abrams. Plus, there was to be the other two people from before if they were going to follow Owsla's directions. Too many people to deal with right now, so he might as well get over.

"I won't waste any more of your time, so tell me... Have you encountered anybody, or group attempting to get you to join them?" his tone dropped any playfulness it may have had before. It would be clear to anyone he was serious about this matter, but that was already obvious given that he was essentially grasping at straws to find information about them. "They're likely responsible for the murder of my family and the seizure of my estate. I am not well-versed in what groups still remain after the end of the war, but I assume any group that would attack the Abrams would want someone like you in their ranks."

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"Don't worry, your puppy's a sweetheart!"

Champ seemed to be pleased that his master had come back into view. He liked to know that Ace was safe and not in any kind of danger, even if it was his own fault for his human being alone by running off. He bumped his snout into his blondes shins earning somewhat of a half hearted scolding from the man before returning to the female that was petting him. Ace she so soft yes. Oh boy yes soft lady. "I'm sorry. He is too curious for his own g-" He began speaking but was soon cut off as he realized the voice was not that of the man he angered before hand, and even more so the feminine tone was pleasantly familiar.

"Owlsa..?" The man muttered quietly as he met eyes with his old friend. At exactly the same moment their faces lit up with a blissful emotion. Thank god she was alive and well, and it was only at this moment did Ace realize how much he had indeed missed the girl's company in his little cabin.

"Goldie! How've ya been buddy?!"


Goldie...Blondie. It only happened for a split second, but at the sound of a similar nickname his body seemed to flinch and his iris's seemed to gleam with all the memories of the past. Yes, the only person his missed more than his old friends in the cabin was dear old Jennifer, who he was certain he would never see again. Quickly Ace tried to shove aside his thoughts of the days long, long ago as he needed to focus on the present. "My little sunshine. It's so good to see you again!" He cried happily as he was about to scoop up Owlsa, before realizing...

Owlsa was not his little sunshine anymore..and she was naked.

Ace froze on the spot, dropping the corpse that leant on his spine as she pressed herself against him; he could do nothing as she embraced him but freeze. Slowly his face began to show signs of changing colour, before it finally looked like his blood had been lit aflame. His virgin mind could not think about anything but her large boobs pressed tightly against his chest and their hips pressed together. He sharply let out a gasp, as though he had been holding his breath.

"OWLSA. Y..you can't do that! Ow...lsa.." The blonde stammered clumsily, still red as a tomato. As he pushed away from her tight hug and moved his curious eyes from her. Once he stumbled backwards he leant his back forwards, clearly trying to hide the semi boner he was unable to tame. "Owlsa please! you can't do this to me! I'm a innocent man! DEAR GOD PLEASE PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" It was a comical sight indeed, but from what he had heard from the conversation in the distance, he noticed who she was traveling with.

"I have no such intention of wasting much of your time, I assure you, General Hall."

Ace's eyes shone bright with a mixture of fear, relief and happiness. However the only thing he could think about was what her Father would do to him if he found out this old friend of hers had been having warm naked cuddles. "That's your Dad!? General!? Please come speak to me once you are decent. I guess we have some catching up to do." With that last sentence he went to join Ember at her side as she observed the pair converse.

"Ember?" He spoke before walking up behind her, as it was clear today she was incredibly on edge and ready to pounce for a kill at any second. Ace's face was still flushed a hot red colour and he continued to shuffle awkwardly on his feet. "I have learnt today I know nothing about girls." The man chuckled lightly, before observing her rather serious expression as she observed the situation ahead of her. "You have met Owlsa before back at my place. I remember the pair of you did not get along very much for some reason. It seems the feral man is in fact her Father, though I am not sure about the other guy."

"He looks like a bit of a brat to be fair. Though he does have my good looks doesn't he?" Ace said with a smirk as he observed the nameless stranger.

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Owlsa tilted her head to the side, obviously clueless to why Ace was so flustered. "It's just skin and meat. What's so wrong-" She was then cut off by his request to put some clothes on and him walking away. She rolled her eyes. "Still just meat and skin I say. Don't know why he's so uptight about it." She grumbled to herself, as she went to collect her hides and armor.

Oreron on the other hand was visibly annoyed and bored at the same time. To him, his threats were empty and his tone made him want to break his face to be very, very blunt and the way he paused when he mentioned Owsla made him raise a brow. However, no matter how much he wanted to mop the dirt with this blondes face, he could not help but to feel his plight having lost his own mate in the war. This also didn't the fact that he was hungry and the smell of a fresh kill was under his nose.

"My deepest sympathies for the loss of your family and may the Old Woman take them where they need to go. As for bandits or groups that wanted to take me and my maiden in for something like that. I can name a few. The Black Furies, the Valadrons, and Xelcon's raiders, however the largest of these three didn't have the manpower or resources to pull off something like that. Two of them only wanted My maiden because she is known in the wastes for killing them off. And the last because they were an offshoot of a clan that I encountered years ago." he said, raising his arm to scratch the back of his head and the other to cough as his throat was starting to strain a bit.

However, from looking down, he noticed that two people stood right next to him. One of them having a voice he clearly remembered. Albeit, deeper than years before. "I seem to -cough- have attracted -cough, cough- an audience." he said, covering his mouth. He lent down over the other blonde, sniffing his hair to make sure it was who he thought. Even if he looked like an animal for doing this. "Yes, I remember you. You called me an it before." he said point blank to him as he looked back up. He noticed a dead elk laying on the ground and licked his lips visibly. "Now if you kindly. I hunger and it seems like there's a prize worth sharing."

"That was his first!" Owsla called out, now fully dressed and with the fishy spear in hand. Oreron hunched in disappointment and made a audible whine like a canine. Owsla latched on the blue eyed blonde and smiled wide. "Unless you're willing to share. Whadoya say? Nyah?~" she purred before looking over at the other woman. She blinked, obviously not having any memory of the long haired woman at all and waved while ignoring the red eye'd blonde. "Hoi. How's it goin?" She simply said as Oreron started to hang the deer on a tree branch be the legs.

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Ember heard what William was saying to Oreron, but did not show any outward emotion, except for a sudden glint in her eyes. The look quickly faded when Ace sauntered over. "I have learnt today I know nothing about girls." She couldn't help but snort at this, "Girls are childish, impulsive and are easy to fall quickly in and out of love. If you know nothing about girls, you obviously have never been in the company of a woman." Ember's attention quickly went back to Oreron and William's conversation as Ace had interrupted her concentration... and only to turn her gaze back on Ace's face.

"You have met Owlsa before back at my place. I remember the pair of you did not get along very much for some reason. It seems the feral man is in fact her Father, though I am not sure about the other guy." At this she couldn't help but smile amusingly at Ace, as if talking to a forgetful child. "It appears Oreron-" She flicked her gaze at Oreron and back to Ace "-Is Owsla's father, or do you not remember Oreron?"

"He looks like a bit of a brat to be fair. Though he does have my good looks doesn't he?" Ace said with a smirk. She ignored that and quickly turned back to the current events.. that were quickly changing. She had already missed Oreron's reply to William, and now Owsla was talking to Ember. She quickly dismissed the girl before speaking to Ace, "I suggest you be a gentleman Ace and share a meal with the Halls. I'll be back later today."

With that said, she turned and walked away from them. Her long brown hair lifted by a passing breeze. That was overwhelming. That entire conversation with Ace, and being around people that weren't enemies was practically the only social adventure she's had outside of her work. It was... too peaceful, too much for her at the moment.

As soon as she was back in the tree-line, her posture changed back to that of a frustrated predator. She needed to -as modern humans say it nowadays- blow off some steam and that could only come in the form of fighting someone. If only there were some punching bags around. She continued walking, her stride full of purpose, her hair flowing out behind her like a cloak.

When she was far out from where Ace was, she heard a scream and couldn't help but be glad about it. Ember turned and made her way to where the screams were coming from and when she arrived at the scene she smiled. There were four guys, and two victimes, a girl and her mother. Three of the thugs were throwing the mother back and forth between them, and the girl was being held back by another. Ember made her presence known when one of the men threw a punch at the mother. She caught it in her fist just before it connected with the old women's cheek. "What the!" The man with his fist in Ember's hand tried pulling his hand back... And got it back as Ember drove his own fist into his face. Blood squirted from his nose as he fell onto his back.
The other men quickly forgot about their victims and focused their attention on Ember, an Angel of Massacre. The nickname fit her at the moment as her hair was split down her back a breeze lifting them, making it look like she did have weings.

Her newly found victims were so awestruck that they didn't even attempt to run when she turned and threw a backward roundhouse kick at the closest thug, knocking him unconscious. By the time he hit the floor, Ember had already dispatched the other two simply by touching them. She closed her eyes. A deadly mistake.

The thug she had hit with his own fist was back on his feet. He pulled out a plasma pistol and shot at Ember. She gasped as her armour took the hits, it's surface crackling with blue ribbons of electricity. "I was going to leave you and your pals alive, but I change my mind." With a quick movement she pulled out a dagger and let it fly. An audible thump filled the air as the dagger hit the man in his forehead, dead center, the body fell to the ground.

Ember killed the others with a few precise shots to the head with her assault rifle. She felt nothing over her actions. She felt nothing but the fire burning through her veins recede. The small fight was over, the fire that brought her to life was no longer needed.

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"Girls are childish, impulsive and are easy to fall quickly in and out of love. If you know nothing about girls, you obviously have never been in the company of a woman."


Ace turned to Ember and blinked a few times in confusion, before letting out a awkward round of laughter. This conversation was quite rough on his poor damned heart. "I mainly have been in the company of females over these years, I guess I am just naive or have never witnessed anyone ever fall in love with me or anyone else for that matter." He explained with a deep exhale of air.

"-Is Owsla's father, or do you not remember Oreron?"

"Wait I have met this guy before?!" He questioned, clearly quite worrisome and surprised. As the feral man who Ace still considered a stranger approached he shuffled behind Ember and nuzzled into her shoulder, seemingly trying to escape like a shy child, yet the man kept on coming. She was a strong and powerful woman, and it seemed she respected him enough to not let him die at this Neco's hand. He sniffed at his gold locks like some kind of creature, not that he could see what he was doing as the Neco had closed his eyes tightly.

"Yes, I remember you. You called me an it before."

Ace stumbled backwards, trying to read his expression but he did not unnecessarily seem greatly offended by this, it was more a statement than anything. "What!? No? I don't recall meeting you. I just know I looked after your daughter for quite a while in the past. I am Ace Tyrant Sir." He introduced himself with a gentle bow, trying to be as polite as possible but his voice still shook terror and nervousness.

"Now if you kindly. I hunger and it seems like there's a prize worth sharing."
"That was his first!"
"Unless you're willing to share. Whadoya say? Nyah?~"


The blonde could not help but blush slightly at how adorable Owlsa was being. "I don't want to carry the bloody thing back home anyway. We can eat as a group if you like. Just make sure Champ gets his fill too." Ace said in a joyful tone as the canine leaped around happily at the idea of more food. The shepherd had seemed to take a particular liking to the Halls and so plopped his fat butt next to Oreron, waiting patiently.

"I suggest you be a gentleman Ace and share a meal with the Halls. I'll be back later today."

As Ember turned to leave, he lightly grasped her arm. His face fell into a frown but yet he knew his simple words or strength would not be able to keep her here. "Come back safe." Ace told her before releasing the girl.

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"I see..."

William looked just the smallest bit disappointed by Oreron's response, though he knew that it was more than likely he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. Assuming that Oreron's information was correct, then known local groups wouldn't have had the manpower to do something as bold as assault the Abrams. So then, what was it? Who could possibly have a reason to murder the Abrams, much less create a small army to do so? There must be some explanation, and it would be best to find out the whose and whats before he confronted them. A certain Sun Tzu quote came to his mind. He really needed to know his enemy.

"I seem to -cough- have attracted -cough, cough- an audience." the beastly general coughed before, oddly, smelling the young man beside him for whatever reason.

Abrams did his best to ignore that. "So it would seem."

The man that Oreron had decided to sniff was the blonde boy similar to William. He could only remind William of an innocent teenager before the war, who hadn't much to worry about, or so the boy's disposition made it seem. Perhaps it wouldn't be right for William to call the other blonde a boy, but the way he acted evoked that sort of title for him, and until he got an official introduction - if he got one - that is how William would call him. Anyway, alongside him was the woman from before, who gave off a completely different air. One William did not particularly care for, at that. Whatever was going on, it was made fairly clear these people all knew each other in one way or another.

"I am thankful for the information, General Oreron." William stated, though he wasn't sure if the man was even paying attention to him at this point. He seemed very interested in the carcass. Though the sight of a dead animal did not elicit the grumble of hunger in his stomach, William recalled that he had not eaten for quite some time now, so he'd wind up becoming hungered sooner or later. Perhaps he should eat? As the woman was leaving the group, William decided to at least snack on something. He had had it saved for quite some time. Well, a few of them. What were they? Well, a treat in these times

--- Chocolate.

A bar of chocolate found its way into William's hands after he retrieved it from The Pocket, his small-but-convenient device for storage. Taking a bite, he decided to investigate one more matter here before he would depart, as it had been nagging him for quite some time, ever since the boy arrived.

William approached Ace, the other blonde, as he snacked on the bar of dark gold with one hand. He did not immediately speak, but instead gave the older blonde a look over with his eyes for a bit longer than what might be considered comfortable. His eyes traced up the man's body, down it, back up, then stayed around his face for another moment before he finally turned away, looking in Owsla's direction. "Is this the man you mistook me for?" he then looked back at Ace.

"She wasted no time at all molesting myself. Would you happen to be her lover, perhaps?"

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Owsla looked over at her father who was taking to gutting the carrcas, every now and again bending down to the pet the waiting pup sitting next to him. Both of them hadn't eaten a real meal in days as cities were usually a last resort or a supply run with what little money they had on them. Oreron seemed a bit happier being around a dead deer being prepared to eat than talking to the red-eyed blonde.

Though her train of thought was interrupted by two things. The first was the smell of chocolate that hit her like another body blow from her father. She visibly started to salivate from the smell of it. It had been such a long time that she had some kind of sweet confection that her mind started to haze for a quick second. And then it cleared almost imminently.

"Is this the man you mistook me for?"
"She wasted no time at all molesting myself. Would you happen to be her lover, perhaps?"

It didn't take long at all for Owsla's face to look like her own blood was set ablaze as she hopped off the blue-eye blonde. She hissed loudly and stamped her feet on the ground like a child that didn't get her way. "NO! He's an old friend that took care of my wounds two winters ago. Nothing else!" she snarled, her white hair looking like it was standing on end.

Oreron, on the other hand, was looking back at the commotion, still within earshot of all of it. And scent as well. "Two winters ago, my little cub would have been 15 summers." He said, his tone low and threatening. He walked back to the group holding a bone in his hand from him deboning the deer. "You didn't take advantage of my little girl now? Did ya?" he asked, eyeing the blue eye with a look of hunger and 'I'm-going-to-rip-you-in-half-if-you-answer-yes.', though again his attention was also diverted by the sweet treat. However, Oreron took it one step further and reached over to the red eye. He broke a piece off of the bar and quickly popped it into his mouth. A loud purring could be heard from the large Neco as a fix was sated within him, but this didn't keep from interrogating the poor blue eye.

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"You know you didn't have to do that to me." The man from earlier glared at Ember as he reached for a glass of water. His hand shook and the water sloshed onto his chest plate. Ember noticed these things and that he was watching her more closely, as if she were going to pull out a gun on him any second. It was slightly funny, but then Ember wouldn't know this. She just held out her hand and in response, the man handed her a bag full of civilian clothes, food, vitamins, water, and some more weapons.

Usually she didn't take these from her suppliers but she was probably going to be around Ace for awhile. And from what she could see, he mostly hunted for his meals and she had no problem with this, but eating venison could get tiring. That and she had another reason. Something that was currently hiding in her back piece.

"I believe a 'Thank You' is in order." Ember sent an icy look at her supplier and he froze. She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." I should have killed the twit.

She shouldered the bag and began her way back to where she had left Ace. On the walk she thought of the thugs she'd killed.
She had dumped all of them in a ditch that had been a ways from the road. There had been nothing on them except a few plasma pistols, bubblegum, and some knives. All useless to her, well, except for the bubblegum. Which she was now chewing on as she deviated from the road and into a close knit group of trees.

Ember removed her armour. The process didn't take long, and in a few short minutes she was standing there naked. She quickly got dressed. In a few minutes she was wearing a black leather jacket, some gray jeans, and a simple white shirt. Her hair was also braided and entwined with a black ribbon. The braid ended mid-thigh, was thick and looked more like it belonged on a dressage horse then a person.

After that small stop to change clothing she began her way back to Ace. It took her awhile, but she made it back to them and found that nothing had really changed. Except Ace's body language and expression was screaming Awkward and Uncomfortable. She raised an eyebrow at this, and drily said, "Yes, he definitely took advantage of your girl. I was witness to their screams of passion." She noticed the chocolate and before she could say anything a black blob slid out from her boot and took the shape of something akin to a hamster, but with long rabbit ears and it's feet were more like cat paws. It bounced over to Williams climbed up his leg and was on the blond devil's shoulder holding a newly stolen piece of chocolate in no time. It began nibbling on the chocolate, ignoring everyone but the prized possession in it's paws. Ember made a small noise at the back of her throat, as if waiting for something bad to happen.

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"Is this the man you mistook me for?"

The stranger who had similar aspects to himself questioned Owlsa. Ace took a good look this new male and understood how she could have mistaken the pair, though still it was pretty obvious by the way he spoke and held himself that they were in fact completely different. Ace really did hope he did not come across as a massive tool like that guy seemed to be. He pulled at carcass and cooked his meat, before taking a hearty bite and throwing small raw chunks to Champ whom happily wolfed then down beside Oreron. So gooood.

"She wasted no time at all molesting myself. Would you happen to be her lover, perhaps?"
"NO! He's an old friend that took care of my wounds two winters ago. Nothing else!"


"Wh...What?" It took the blonde man a second or too to allow what he had just stated to sink into his mind. Once he did his face flushed a bright crimson and he began frantically waving his arms. "WHAT? No! Me and Owlsa are old friends! No nonoonnono." He stammered over the top of Owlsa also crying out her response. Those she seemed more angered by the accusation than embarrassed. After things had seemed to have settled down a little Ace turned to this new Neco and decided to try befriending him even those he made a bad first judgment, still is was always better to make a friend than a foe. He offered his hand out to shake with a polite smile. "I'm Ace Tyrant. Who might you be?"

"Two winters ago, my little cub would have been 15 summers."
"You didn't take advantage of my little girl now? Did ya?"


"NO. NO." He began yelling, tucking his head into his hands as he repeated the same thing over and over. Ace tried to cool his face but all attempts were a failure. When he lifted his eyes to meet with Orerons, it was clear he was scared but also rather annoyed that he would make this accusation. As much as he did respect the man he did jump to conclusions far too quickly. Though Ace could not doubt that he did not care for his girl in the best of ways. "I did NOT touch your Daughter! Plus do you really think I am a pervert?!" He rejected also refusing to so much as look in the direction of Owlsa.

"Yes, he definitely took advantage of your girl. I was witness to their screams of passion."

Ace basically flopped his face into the ground and began half sarcastically sobbing. By the seems of it Ember had returned from where ever she had wandered to and had decided to have her input on the conversation. "I'M A VIRGIN I'M A VIRGIN! I'M A VIRGIN!" He began screaming, more happy to admit it at this point than any other. For someone his age it was somewhat a weird thing, yet it seemed likely if you paid attention to his personality type. He lifted his face to scowl at Ember yet he could not quite manage it as he was overwhelmed with shock at her casual and beautiful appearance. "You look so lovely." He said softly. It was not meant to come across as flirty or anything, more just pure honesty. It was pleasant to see Ember out of her battlegear, it helped Ace view her as something more human.

The woman released a small rabbit like creature beside the group which seemed to be extremely fond of the blonde strangers chocolate; it stole a piece before resting on his shoulder, ignoring the Necos. "Is that to eat? What is tha-?" Ace began to question before he was silenced by Champ leaping to his feet, abandoning the meal and prancing around the man and the new fluffy creature. He barked loudly, bouncing back and forth, lunging and snapping wildly. "Champ stop!" His master demanded but the German Shepard continued to leap about. I DON'T LIKE IT ACE WHAT IS THAT YES "Stop." YES ACE ITS GOING TO KILL US IF WE DON'T STOP IT. "Champ I swear to god." IT NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED.

Eventually Ace had to pin down his canine friend and hold him at his side by his collar.

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"NO! He's an old friend that took care of my wounds two winters ago. Nothing else!"

If anything, William was confused as to why he received such hostility for asking the question. Part of him did want to just assume that it was because she was less civilized than a normal peasant, but considering the other blonde-man's reaction, perhaps this was some sort of taboo amongst them? Did people honestly not enjoy speaking about lovers that much? He couldn't imagine why, when it was such a nice thing to boast about. William had done it at the few parties he had attended with other people of renown, rare as it may have been. And quite honestly, he was almost unsure as to whether or not he'd have been able to talk about each and every single one of the woman he had bedded even if he had gone to every single event he had been invited to. There were just so many, as none ever remained with him for long. Perhaps these people were the sort that thought relationships should be more reinforced and intimate? The beet-red face of the man told William that he was embarrassed beyond all belief, and Abrams couldn't think of another reason why. These people must just be odd ones.

Well, they were odd ones.

It appeared as though some form of misunderstanding or conflict was about to arise from the situation, as Oreron had joined in, interrogating the frail blonde man with a look that could kill most. Most people couldn't bear that kind of pressure from someone like Oreron, who was known for his military deeds. Most importantly, was what Oreron did in the meantime. William did enjoy his chocolate very much so, which is why he made sure to get some whenever he could, and it certainly wasn't easy these days, so when Oreron reached down, without permission, and stole a piece of the tasty treat, William was obviously irked greatly at such a bold and disrespectful maneuver. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be breathing a bit oddly, deeper, perhaps in an attempt to calm himself down. However, this attempt only failed as without fail, someone else robbed him of the delicious treat. Or, well, 'something' else.

At this point, William either had not heard the woman who returned's instigation, or he simply did not care about it. He was concentrating on not losing his temper, but unfortunately, he had dealt with a lot of things today, and the last straw had been a while ago, when Owsla had hugged him from behind. Far from a peaceful, zen-like face, his expression twisted into that of anger and irritation, betraying the two emotions most prominent right now. Had this been a cartoon, we might've seen steam coming from his ears and his head boiling. But though neither of those two things happened, he did, in fact, explode.

"What is with you heathens? I hadn't expected much in form of civility from you all, but this blatant disrespect and thievery makes me wonder why I even bothered to hold you above animals in the first place!" he boomed, every ounce of his annoyance leaking into each and every syllable. William threw his arm back at a nearby tree, and in the process, leaving quite fist-sized crater in the trunk, as Alexander's arm had appeared in the middle of the action.

Again, he was quite pissed someone took his chocolate.

William took a few deep breaths again, oncemore trying his hardest to regain his composure. He... somewhat succeeded. But he was still very much angry. How dare they take that which he had treasured? What right had they to steal the one of his chocolate bars, that he had earned! Well, he managed to find this at the last thing resembling an actual city he had visited, so more like 'bought', but anyway, he would not tolerate this any longer. He made up his mind and decided he had had enough of these people, their disrespect, their warmed-out virginity, and that stupid dog. "I have no more reasons to deal base-court peasants anymore." Abrams spoke simply with his patience visibly worn out. Whatever had stolen his chocolate, the rabbit-cat-thing, had likely jumped off his shoulder when he swung it towards the tree. So, there was no worry as he departed without a word away from the camp. There was no way in hell that he would even think about dealing with them any longer. They were simply frustrating.

.........

.....

...

Abrams had, after some walking, eventually settled down quite a bit, though thinking about them and what they did would certainly bring his blood to boil, so he had not time to reflect on the fact he still mimicked medieval speech when he was truly upset, a side-effect of studying too much about the lore of famous weapons and the like when he had needed to know about even the oldest of weaponry. Oh well, that was quite an embarrassing side to him, though he would never bring himself to admit such.

Time had come and gone like that. He returned down the same path he had made earlier, as he was intending to head to a rumored city when he originally was impeded by Owsla and the others. Sooner or later, he had found himself standing in front of the very same desolate village, but something was amiss.

New bodies littered the area.

A chill shot up his spine. These men weren't just killed, they were obliterated.

---- killed without a chance.

Death by crushing their skull.
Death by blowing them away.
Death by forgoing mercy.

There were but three new casualties, but William could see that none of these were 'usual'. They were overpowered by something, someone, and brutally - but efficiently - executed. "Pain" likely wasn't ever even felt during these men's last moments. The clean wound left no room for survival and no room for last thoughts. They were simply 'dead' before they even knew what had hit them ---- literally.

And amongst these corpses, these deceased human beings.... was a figure.

An armored figure.

An armored, familiar figure.

An armored, familiar, yet somehow different figure.

An Alexander, but not.

"... Alexander!"

One word; a name. The very name of his own armored suit was called immediately. Whatever this thing was, it had to be taken as a threat. Who would dare attempt to mimick William's work? They would pay for this, he would make sure.

The armor once more embraced the young man known as William Abrams, cloaking his brilliant figure in a dark, metallic skin. He wielded no weapons as of yet, but that would not impeded him in the slightest. The thoughts about the occurance from earlier were completely wiped, replaced by the entirety of his concentration being focused upon this figure, this imposter.

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The sheer reaction of blue eye's denial and outright admission of being untouched was more than enough for the large Neco to nod and return to the calm state was normally. However, before returning to deboning the meat-sack of deer, the feeling of seething hate started to to eminate from him once more.

"What is with you heathens? I hadn't expected much in form of civility from you all, but this blatant disrespect and thievery makes me wonder why I even bothered to hold you above animals in the first place!"
"I have no more reasons to deal base-court peasants anymore."

Oreron turned toward William's direction, not only his eyes full of malice and bearly contained rage, but the whites of his eyes were slowly turning black. He turned back, watching him leave, and pinched the bridge of his nose and started to mutter something. "Let him go, Wisdom comes to those who are...accepting." He growled as he literally tore the last of the bones from the deer's body, leaving nothing but a meat bag.

Owsla's face remained red, not even attempting to even look a ace for the time being. However, there was one matter that had to be dealt with.

Deer head.

It was descared to the side, antlers chopped off and thrown into some unknown wilderness somewhere. At the very least, there must have been some good pickings in the head. Without a seconds thought, She placed the head into the center of the fire as Oreron started to stretch the now boneless deer over the fire. "We're not heathens." Owsla spat as she used the tip of her knife to shovel ash onto the head and fur of the carcus to burn off the fur. "He came to us and he knew what would happen. Don't know why he's so wound up about some measly piece of sweet." She snarled, only to have a Oreron pat her on the shoulder. "Those outside the blood don't understand us as well." He said, his voice starting to grow raspy and causing him to cough again.

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Ember was startled by William's outburst but couldn't help but smile. At least I'm not the only with a temper. Then Oreron and Owsla got angry. They didn't necessarily verbalize their anger, but Ember, who had felt and seen the symptoms herself, recognized their tense and calmly aggressive movements. She silently marveled at Oreron's self control, as she has been having trouble keeping her anger in check and found it difficult to rein it most of the time. Speaking of self control, where is that sugar junkie?

"Here." She wasn't speaking to Ace or the Halls, but to the black bunny-like creature that had hidden when William dusted it off his shoulder. A small and curious shuuu sound came from a small bush several feet away from Ember's foot and the creature flew from the ground onto Ember's shoulder. It's ears instantly went forward, pointing toward Champ, its eyes narrowed. It began bouncing back and forth, acting as if its soft and fluffy ears were jagged antlers. Shuuuu! Shuuuuu! The sound came out sounding aggravated and angry.

Ember began talking to Ace again, "You can't eat it..." She paused, then added, "Either of you." She glanced down at Champ then back up at Ace. "And our group of scientists call them B.O.B. C.A.T.S. or something like that. My old squad used to just call them cats." She held out her hand and the CAT jumped onto her palm. Its demeanor quickly changed when Ember held out her other hand to it for it to nuzzle. The CAT began making a relaxed and happy Shhhh sound while its ears went back to their their natural state. The sudden change revealed that it was actually very cute. "She doesn't like anyone but me." As if to agree with this statement, the creature turned its gaze on Ace and let out a harsh Shuuuu sound. "And it has a bit of a sweet tooth, hence the chocolate."

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"What is with you heathens? I hadn't expected much in form of civility from you all, but this blatant disrespect and thievery makes me wonder why I even bothered to hold you above animals in the first place!"
"I have no more reasons to deal base-court peasants anymore."


Ace quickly pushed his fist into his mouth to halt the laughter that was about to burst out from his lungs, but he barely managed. Tears of amusement began to prickle in his eyes as he chomped down on his hand harder. It was so hilarious, he had never met a Neco like that before. Once the blonde got to his feet to leave he removed his hand and took in a big gasp of air before allowing the laughter to spill into the air. "W...who shat in his cornflakes?" He chuckled, bobbing his head and clutching his aching ribs which Champ instantly took advantage of by licking at his jaw and ear.

"Let him go, Wisdom comes to those who are...accepting."

"I personally was not planning on stopping him." Ace explained, turning towards Oreron who seemed to find the situation more offensive than funny. He tried to force down his mischievous grin out of respect but somewhat failed. "So you knew that man? Who is he? He is not like someone I have ever come across before." He said as he released his grip upon Champ who instantly began chasing the dark haired Fluffin, (IT IS NOW CALLED A FLUFFIN IN ACE'S MIND) snapping his jaws at the lowest branch on the tree but just out of reach from the creature.

"He came to us and he knew what would happen. Don't know why he's so wound up about some measly piece of sweet."
"Those outside the blood don't understand us as well."


Ace smiled at their Father-Daughter relationship, though his stomach felt uneasy thinking about where his own parents might be now. He was actually rather unsure of their status or location, and had been for many years. However the pair in front of him proved that even in a world like this there always was hope.

"You can't eat it..."
"Either of you."


BUT LADY IT MUST BE DESTROYED.
Champ growled as the small animal pounced upon her shoulder and began taunting the large black canine. He then flopped his butt upon the ground at Ember's feet, hoping for her to offer the creature as a treat, of course it did not look like this was going to happen. He turned his eyes towards Owsla in a pleading way, whining softly. TELL HER SOFT FEMALE THE ENEMY MUST BE DESTROYED YES.

"And our group of scientists call them B.O.B. C.A.T.S. or something like that. My old squad used to just call them cats."
"She doesn't like anyone but me."
"And it has a bit of a sweet tooth, hence the chocolate."


"Its a Fluffin!" Ace exclaimed utterly randomly as he dragged his body to his feet to observe the small creature. He ignored the small creatures warnings and so reached out to pet behind it's large ears, earning a sharp nip on the figure tip. It was a small bite but still enough to draw some crimson. "Y...you are right it only likes you." Ace groaned as he pressed his thumb to his finger with pressure to stop the bleeding.

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Oreron sighed and sat as the ash that was placed on the side away from the fire lit ablaze and rolled his eyes. "Yes and no." He said, more annoyed now than angry. "He is the Heir to a weapons company that my clan bought weapons from. So I am familiar with him and his family. Though his family is no more, that doesn't stop the pampered from thinking they are above those that survived the war or fought in it." He said calmly, though his jagged and bestial looking teeth shown through as he plucked a still flaming piece of meat from the cooking carcass and bit into it, unfazed by the fire. "Then again it is good that you've never come across someone like him, he'd take advantage of your kindness and soon enough tear you down. Then build you up to what they want. Take it from an old general, I've been there and done it myself." He was blunt, speaking about the past as if he had made his peace with it.

He pointed toward his daughter and then back to the meek blonde. "So now that me matter of my kittens' affections is settled, how is it that you know my blood? Seeing as you can't remember the armor I wore where there was a bullet in your leg those years ago." He raised a brow at him as his finger was bitten by the cat. "It's not wise to get near it when she says it only likes one person. Those are bonded to the person they are assigned to. Then again at least they aren't the ones my clan tried to replicate. Three killed an entire squad because it was pissed off." He shrugged, continuing to manage the now smoldering and crispy skin and dripping meaty underside.

Owlsa looked over at the little fluffball, though not as...stupid as ace she did tilt her head to the side and wiggle her finger some distance away from it. However the whining of the dog caught her attention. "It's not gonna hurt anything or anyone." she said, now petting the worried canine behind the ear. "Come on! Lets stop talking about that asshole! There's cheek meat and eye just waiting for the taking!" Owsla promptly pulling the now cooked head out of the fire without a second thought until she started tossing it from hand to hand in response to the heat. "Besides, he doesn't even look like he's eat any of this so more for us anyway." Owsla laughed before noticing that the deer was gone, plucked out of the air by a metallic arm, her fathers armor enveloping his arm to protect him from the scalding heat. His other arm was soon wrapped in that familiar armor as he split the head open, the steam and smell making both Halls visibly drool.

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"Its a Fluffin!" Ace exclaimed utterly randomly. Ember blinked, surprised at his sudden randomness. Ace then stretched his hand out to the Cat, and Ember was too slow to pull away. "Y...you are right it only likes you." She watched a drop of his blood fall to the ground. A feeling welled up in chest, and a brief expression of concern flitted across her face before she could look away.

"It's not wise to get near it when she says it only likes one person. Those are bonded to the person they are assigned to. Then again at least they aren't the ones my clan tried to replicate. Three killed an entire squad because it was pissed off." Ember nodded in agreement with Oreron before glancing at Ace, this time is silent thoughtfulness.

"It's not gonna hurt anything or anyone." Ember was aware of the dog begging for her Cat. "I usually don't approve of begging, but, here." She through the Cat in Champ's direction. In midair, it changed form and was now an actual domestic cat. Its ears went flat against its skull, its fur stood on edge and a snarling hiss was aimed in Champ's direction. The display of aggression and ferocity letting the dog know it wasn't going to back down.

"Come on! Lets stop talking about that asshole! There's cheek meat and eye just waiting for the taking!" Ember ignored the slightly dangerous situation her Cat was in, and instead, focused on Owsla. If she wasn't so good at hiding her emotions, the others would have probably noticed Ember's... disinterest in the food. "As for that, I also have some cake... Or at least I think its cake." She began rummaging around in her bag and pulled out a metal container. She opened it and inside was a nicely made angel cake. "Any takers?" She held it up in the direction of her... current companions.