New earth

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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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Akira continued to tap her fingernails upon the wooden table, creating a new rhythm every could of seconds. A few people would find this immensely annoying but it was just something Akira did so self consciously that half the time she did not notice she was even doing it. Her eyes were fixed upon the Kena plant between her feet and her mind deciding whether or not it was a good enough present for Asher. Call it a killers instinct but she suddenly had the feeling of being watched, surrounding her in a new feeling of paranoia. Her eyes lifted to meet with the dark haired man to the right of her who had managed to be interesting enough to catch her attention before. She broke the gaze and turned away, a smirk lifting on her lips though she thought he simply accidentally turned his eye her way.

"Here is your drink Miss." The waiter said as he gently placed the glass before her. She smiled politely, clearly very eager to taste the red poison. "Thank you kindly." She praised, reaching for her bag to pay but the man strangely waved his hands to decline the offering. Akira let her mind quickly work out the situation before taking a big generous sip of the wine. When she put down the glass the dark haired stranger had seated himself across from her, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Very bold aren't we? You know you are meant to ask the lady before you pay for her drink..." Akira purred seductively, a amused grin growing on her lips.

"So. What is a person like you doing in a city like this?"

Akira sat her chin upon the palm of her hand, pupils wide and curious. "I am just collecting some supplies. What about you my friend? Do you come here often?" The raven haired Sapien observed him once again, experienced eyes flickering across the flesh on his face. A few scars littered jaw line but there was one very noticable upon his cheek. Her eyes seemed to narrow; the Neco races skin healed much faster than Sapien flesh, normally reducing the scar. She was now asuming that he was either a Sapien or a Neco that had been injured somewhat recently and was still healing up. Still she needed to be certain of his breed, because if the stranger was in fact Neco, she would be asking a lot of questions where the answers could either save or end his life.

She let out a small sigh of dissaproval at her inabilty to identify him, it was something that was bothering her more than usual. Akira reached into the bottom of her bag and pulled out a few coins before pushing them over to the otherside of the table with her fingers. "Here. You don't have to pay for me handsome." She told him before taking another sip of her drink, though savouring the taste a little more this time.

Oreron Hall and Owsla Hall

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."

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.

June King

June's eyes opened a little from their usually cracked form. He couldn't make it out from his table, but now that he was up close, even getting the chance to hear her voice, he was able to make out that the person sitting in front of him was a female. He didn't like dealing with women so early in the day and, if she happened to be a hunter, it would make his day all the more stressful.

"I am just collecting some supplies. What about you my friend? Do you come here often?" She asked. It was only normal for someone to be curious about his current area of choice, especially since he asked first. Although that didn't make June dislike it less than he already did.

"Work," he answered, taking a quick glance around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. "I have something I need to do before the days out. After that I'll be gone from this retched city." He could see her glancing at him, most likely analyzing the scar on his face. He had seen that type of look before. It was the look of someone who was good at looking at people and determining who they were exactly. Though, he could tell by her sigh that she couldn't even tell what was up with him. His red eyes narrowed and he moved himself back in his seat, stretching his arms across the chair as a king would his own thrown. Glancing at her, he could see that she was pulling something from her pocket, which seemed to be a few coin pieces.

"Here. You don't have to pay for me handsome."

She was an odd one indeed. One thing was certain though. Based on the way she talked and her reaction to her paying for his drink, he could tell that she was probably not another hunter. Most hunters have a certain attitude about them while she was more calm and a tad bit welcoming. Though, the fact that she looked as she did and was only here for supplies, meant that she was indeed a traveler. One who was used to going into places that she'd never been and even was a tad bit prepared for whatever came her way.

"Excuse me sir. I'm sorry again, but I have already said this isn't a smoking area."

The annoying waiter was back. It was people like him that made his head itch. June scratched his head and sighed. "Hey bud, look at the table. The lady wants to thank you for your service with a tip. You gonna accept it?"

The waiter looked down at the coins on the table and looked at the woman and then June. "Oh. Thank you kindly. You really have made my day sir. You too mam."

After bowing, the man left the area and June gave something of small grin. "People in this city sicken me so. They live their lives in content whether they're Neco or Sapien, while ignoring the lives of others. That man probably never gets tips and has to put his kids through school in this miserable city off the wage they give him here. Hmph."

June wasn't really speaking to anyone, though his words were loud enough for the woman across from him to hear. He stood up from his seat and took a drag of his smoke stick. "I advise you make your supply hunt fast. After tonight, the authorities will be on a hunt for strange looking tourist, such as yourself and I."

With that, June began walking outside to go to the part of town that he needed to be to get his job done. He still had a few hours before it was time for him to collect his head, but preparations would take about an hour anyway. He didn't really pay attention to who was looking at or following him. It didn't really matter at this point. Mostly because he would either get the job done or die trying and that mattered not to him.

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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.

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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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"Work,"
"I have something I need to do before the days out. After that I'll be gone from this retched city."

The stranger seemed so incredibly paranoid and careful; she allowed her usual grin to fall into something similar to a cold frown. It was clear this man had many secrets and stories to tell, which matched perfectly with his appearance. Akira paused for a second before replying. "Oh really?" The melodramatic tone and sarcasm in her voice was somewhat off putting, but still as silky as ever. "What kind of work do you do to make you have to whisper this quietly." She hissed coldly.

Akira noted the way he sat back in his seat, dominant and prideful and also the way her own posture was with her palm holding her chin and her body leaning towards him slightly. It was clear she was very curious and lapped up information like a cat with milk and was also desperate for some company. He was also rather attractive which was always a plus for the Sapien, as she was a very visible creature. Still Akira needed to desperately know if he was a Sapien or Neco, and what this job of his involved. If it was anything to do with the war and oppression against her race, she would have to put the man down with a bullet through the skull.

The raven haired woman swirled the last bit of her wine in her glass before taking the finally sip. "Do you not think this city is more pleasant than the cattle sheds they are keeping Sapiens in now days? Here they both live in peace, even if it is clear who is the 'higher' race." She questioned him, clearly very passionate about the situation to the point she must have had a lot of history with this worlds issues.

"Excuse me sir. I'm sorry again, but I have already said this isn't a smoking area."
"Hey bud, look at the table. The lady wants to thank you for your service with a tip. You gonna accept it?"
"Oh. Thank you kindly. You really have made my day sir. You too mam."

Akira seemed to freeze, holding in her laughter until the man left the area before she spluttered out a giggle. "You sure do like your cigarettes don't you? Just cause you are filthy rich does not mean you can disrespect peoples rules though, but you seem like the hard man type who likes to do as he pleases." She told him, which oddly seemed to role off her tongue as a compliment rather than complaint.

"People in this city sicken me so. They live their lives in content whether they're Neco or Sapien, while ignoring the lives of others. That man probably never gets tips and has to put his kids through school in this miserable city off the wage they give him here. Hmph."

At this point Akira froze up. What he had just stated had gone against what she was trying to work out at this current moment in time. She opened her mouth as though to speak but quickly snapped it shut. Akira wondered how this stranger would react if she told him she slaughtered any Neco who oppressed her. "I know what you are saying. It is not so easy to forgive though. You can't just ignore what is going on in this world." Akira sighed deeply, though she now decided against questioning him about his race anymore.

"I advise you make your supply hunt fast. After tonight, the authorities will be on a hunt for strange looking tourist, such as yourself and I."

As he pushed away from the seat, she too did copy. The Sapien scooped up the Rena flower and her back before following behind him before finally walking at a steady speed at his side. "You have not answered my questions Sir. If you were not flirting with me what did you want from me?" She asked with her familiar smirk plastered on her lips. "My name is Akira Theron. Please pleasure me with some company for a few more minutes. You don't know how long I have been alone."

Oreron Hall and Owlsa Hall

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.

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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.

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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.

June King

As the heat filled his lungs and the wind hit his hair, June was starting to feel a little bit better about the day.He couldn't help but think back on what the woman had said and think how peculiar her words were. Why in the world would person come out forward with talk of the cattle sheds. It was odd for someone to go into the politics of the world having just met somebody. Though, when he thought about, he probably came off as odd himself. It didn't matter, wasn't like he was ever going to bump into her again. At least that's what he thought before he was greeted by her presence. He could feel her following him almost as if it was a part of his natural sense. He had hoped she would just pass by him without diving back into, what he would call, an awkward conversation. It was mostly awkward because he wasn't use to talking to people. Not sober anyway. Most people didn't seem to like the man that much. Why would they? June tries his best not to hide in sheep's clothing. He thinks of himself as a monster and honestly didn't mind people treating him as so. However, when people went past that point, on a rare occasion, he wasn't in his comfort zone at all. He didn't like people treating him like something he wasn't. Like his life mattered. When they did, it usually didn't end well for them.

As it seemed, he just wouldn't be able to get off the hook that easily. The woman asked some pretty smart questions, be they odd for the occasion. Even June knew that he had peaked the strangers interest. It wasn't everyday someone come up to you just to ask you what you were doing in town. . . Unless they were the cops of course. Though he didn't want to, his gaze flew over his shoulder to him and his footsteps slowed down and soon she was right next to him.


"You have not answered my questions Sir. If you were not flirting with me what did you want from me?" She spoke with a smirk on her face. June couldn't wonder why it mattered, but he humored her.

"I guess I didn't," he said in a low tone.

"My name is Akira Theron. Please pleasure me with some company for a few more minutes. You don't know how long I have been alone."

A few minutes? He didn't really see why, but he knew that if conversation started the minutes could pass by like a million dollar payment. And how lonely would a person have to want to hang around him? Though, he thought about what he was doing at that moment. Besides murdering a crazed animal at the end of the day, he was completely free. He sighed as he looked up at the sun. Judging by the daylight, it wouldn't be night for hours, meaning he had a lot of time to spare. Though it wasn't just the time he had that made him decide to talk to the girl. It was something inside of him wanting to answer her difficult questions. He didn't know why. Maybe he was lonely himself.

"Well, in no specific order, I do think that this city is better than the sheds. It's better than a lot of things, but the taste this place gives me. It's just one of ignorance. Sure, Neco and Sapien have a chance to make it big here. They can get a job and raise through the ranks together. That part is fine I guess. Though, if you look at situations like that waiter. You so many people are still struggling. Why? Who knows." He took another drag of his cigarette before throwing away the bud and preparing another one. "I do know one thing. It's not anyone's individual fault. It's the wealthy. The government. Same people that make up prices and ranks for people depending on their income. They're the monsters. In my opinion, I'd rather live in the shed then this area. At least there, you see things for what they are. Here they put wool over your eyes and tell you to walk in the direction they make for you."

Lighting his smoke, he put his hands in his pocket and continued to walk. This, act of conversation and walking was starting to bring back a feeling from the past. He didn't like it very much, but what was he going to do? Run away from a woman just because he didn't feel comfortable talking? That really wasn't something he wanted to say he did today.

"These cigarettes are the only thing I can count on. I don't really like them, but they do help the days go by when they're rough. As for why I walked up to you, well, that's just because I could tell you weren't from here. Like I said earlier, you might want to leave town before the morning comes. This place is about to go through something that might be big enough to change how people think. At least some people." He stopped, catching in the fact that he was explaining his job to a complete stranger. At this point, he doubted she was a hunter, but that didn't stop him from going tense. "June... My names June." It probably wasn't something he was used to, but he had began to like talking to someone. He couldn't the remember the last time he had a conversation just to have one.

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."

---

"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.

---

Akira was somewhat worried that the dark haired name found her presence somewhat annoying, and she guessed that his reaction to her walking at his side that it was indeed this way. Still she was pretty damn desperate for company, and so tried to not allow herself to think about whether he wanted her there or not; it was just about what she wanted. Akira decided that staying sane in this world would increase her performance for the day when the revolution arrived.

"I guess I didn't,"

A smile just less than her cocky smirk grew on her lips as he spoke. The stranger did seem to slow his pace so that the pair could walk together, and even though it was a simple action she did appeared it. As they walked further and further into the city she suddenly quite sharply pulled up her hood; it was clear she was uncomfortable which was somewhat strange for a woman who seemed as confident and outgoing as herself. She knew this world was now packed with people with judging eyes, even she was one of those judges.

"Well, in no specific order, I do think that this city is better than the sheds. It's better than a lot of things, but the taste this place gives me. It's just one of ignorance. Sure, Neco and Sapien have a chance to make it big here. They can get a job and raise through the ranks together. That part is fine I guess. Though, if you look at situations like that waiter. You so many people are still struggling. Why? Who knows."
"I do know one thing. It's not anyone's individual fault. It's the wealthy. The government. Same people that make up prices and ranks for people depending on their income. They're the monsters. In my opinion, I'd rather live in the shed then this area. At least there, you see things for what they are. Here they put wool over your eyes and tell you to walk in the direction they make for you."

Akira walked in a unpleasant silence for a good few moments before she finally shattered it. "The world is corrupt. It makes me sick to my stomach." She spat rather venomously, clenching her fists rather tightly and gritting her teeth. "The war had no logical reason to it. It did not provide a solution for anyone, not even the highest of Necos. It only destroyed and ruined." Though her sentences were simplistic and rather cliche, due to the lump in her throat it was clear that she was speaking from a personal view point rather than a generalised one. "I do not care if you are Sapien or Neco anymore Sir. You have earned my respect. Think yourself lucky cause not many people get it."

"These cigarettes are the only thing I can count on. I don't really like them, but they do help the days go by when they're rough."

Akira seemed displeased by his smoking habits what with her wrinkled nose and frown. "I don't understand. I know they are less deadly than the older days, but it is still basically a suicide stick. Though I can't say since I have not ever tried one so I can not judge." With those last worlds she paused and thought about what she had just told him, before swiftly plucking the cigarette from his hand with ease and drawing in a big breath with it. Almost instantly she began coughing and spluttering with her hands on her knees. "I'll s..stick to my wine thank you." Akira laughed, looking up at him with tears stinging in the back of her emerald eyes before handing back the foul thing.

"As for why I walked up to you, well, that's just because I could tell you weren't from here. Like I said earlier, you might want to leave town before the morning comes. This place is about to go through something that might be big enough to change how people think. At least some people."

"Oh you have gotten my curiosity going now though! I will get of the way if you do so advice it but trust me I would like to see a revolution, even if it is just a tiny one!" Akira purred in a excitable tone, nudging closer towards him until their arms brushed against each other awkwardly. "Why can't you tell me? Your dirty secrets are always safe with me handsome." The raven haired woman flirted, half because it was just generally the way she spoke and half because she knew that sometimes it was the way to wrap people around her finger.

"June... My names June."

She seemed to soften somewhat as he introduced himself. "Lovely name. A summer time boy? Though you look as dark as the longest of icy winter nights. It should not suit you at all but for some reason it just does." By this point she was just mumbling hopelessly, but it calmed her nerves and mind so she continued to do so anyway.

Owsla Hall and Oreron Hall

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.

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.

---

"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.

June King

June looked at his cigarette and smirked. "It's okay. They're not very good for you anyway." He looked at his hand and shrugged his shoulder before taking one last drag, flicking the cig on the ground. Hearing the girls interest in his job made him give a slight laugh that sounded more like a grunt if anything. He would never have a person accompany him while he was on the prowl, but this time seemed different to him somehow. To be honest he was most likely thinking how he didn't want to go from casually talking to being alone and surrounded by his own thoughts again. He looked around quickly, once again making sure no one was following them. "So you want to see an revolution? Well, I guess you can follow me if you want. Though I warn you, it's not going to be pretty." Though, it never was. Red was definitely an ill color of choice, seemingly suitable for blood. He took out his small phone tracking device and pulled up a profile. the face in question was a fat man with a grand amount of jewelry. "Eiser Talison. Looks like he gets a lot of nourishment, huh? As you probably can tell by the amount of money his outward opinion shows, he's an official of sorts. Through family, he has money and with it, he's actually quite the citizen. In fact, you can say he has a big part in keeping the city and it's citizens living comfortably, with affordable home and electricity. Though, on the other side, he is also a Neco that sees Sapiens as nothing more than animals. Of course he keeps that fact pretty secret from the public." June fixed his color and turned the corner, going toward the forest area of the city.

"So yeah, he plays the part of Jesus to the public eye, but out of public, it seems he's quite the beast himself. Underground information says he has a taste for Sapien. Supposedly can't control where he places his disgusting tongue. The amount of rape and murder charges this guy keeps secret. Shit, it'd make me look like a schoolboy. If that wasn't enough for you, he's also a cannibal. Guess the best way to hide your evidence." It was grim, but the story wasn't that surprising to June. Being locked up with the worst criminals, going day by day having to fight for a piece of cake that tasted like cardboard, and spending countless hours in the rehabilitation chambers, he was more than aware of the evil humans could do. Though, as the saying goes, those who walk by evil, shall die by darkness they keep. "Anyway, I'm going to kill him. After I do so, my superiors will spread the video evidence of this bastard."

Now walking through the dim evening woods, sun steadily going down, June looked at a spot that seemed comfortable and sat himself down, pulling out one of his guns. With a few clicks and pops he had taken the magazine from the holder and took out every last bullet only to place them back after they were counted. While the gun was unloaded, he looked at it, inspecting to see if it was nicely lubricated, a key detail and getting the best results from its shots. "This is your last chance to turn back. I should warn you, most people who get buddy buddy with me always end up leaving, and not on the best of terms if you catch my drift. It's a curse you know." Pulling out another cigarette, June lit it and placed it into his mouth, staring at his guns. "Everyone just seem to fade away.

He pulled out his watch, making sure time was on his side. With the sunlight leaving the area, he'd be able to move around in the dark of the night. Though, if he waited to late, it'd make leaving the city that much more of a hassle. He'd have to give himself all the time of night possible, so that he could keep control of the situation. As soon as it was dark enough, and the bugs started making their chatter, June stood up, walking up a slight hill. As soon as they reached the top he squinted, overlooking the area. "Every door is secured, just like they said. I have to make sure I don't miss a single shot. I'd hate to accidentally kill the target."
Looking over his shoulder to the girl, he sighed. "I think you should hide here. I don't need you getting yourself seen by a security camera or anything. Plus, I'd like to keep the target alive so I could kill him the way I was ordered to." With that said, he slid down the hill of grass and headed towards the mansion. For the next couple of minutes, gunshots would play in an opera on the outskirts of the city. By timeline, there was only supposedly ten minutes until the cops would arrive. Though, he only suspected he'd need five. Guns were a monstrous invention, as long as you knew how to aim. With a few shots, most by him, the guards outside the doors were dropping like fly's. He panned a full cypher around the house and then went inside. Firing a few more times, he killed all of the people inside, didn't matter if they were guards or not. Once they saw his face, they were automatically on deaths door. Poking around the corner was his target, a scared looking man, who seemed more surprised about the attack than he should have been. Not wanting to kill him, June shot him in the back of his leg once he started running. Indistinct sounds of pain and the random mumble of payment for spares of life came out of the mans mouth, but June ignored him, turning toward his phone to take a second once over, making sure the man was in fact his target. Putting his phone in his pocket, he shot the woman screaming behind him. The poor soul. He would have let her get away if she was quiet.

With the man on his shoulder, June left the house and headed back towards the woods, throwing the man down as soon as he was in cover. "Please. Please I swear. I can pay you. I'm a hero around this town you know. You don't have to do this."

June looked at the man with cold eyes, the red color shining from the moon. Taking out a piece of fabric from his pocket, he gagged the man, leaving him to muffle and think about his situation. June then blew a whistle with his hands and mouth. "Stay still," he said to the man and the Akira as he stepped back. He pulled out his phone once more and put on a video recording, taking more steps back from the man and waving his hands so that the woman would do the same. "People like you who think you can eat to your hearts content. Feel the pain of being eaten."

Out of the shadows, a white ligre lunged out towards the man who was set up nicely for it. Through the sounds of flesh and muffled screams, June was relieved once the silence hit. He turned off the video and went to what was left of the man, closing his opened dead eyes and putting his hands on the lion tiger. "Good job. Go run to the meeting spot now."

The ligre reacted with a low growl, running back through the woods. "Too bad, at least you are dead now. No more suffering and no more causing suffering. Lucky you."

---

"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?"

Oreron and Owsla Hall

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.

"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.

(This post was a bugger. I failed with it.)

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"So you want to see an revolution? Well, I guess you can follow me if you want. Though I warn you, it's not going to be pretty."

Akira listened to his low chuckles and wondered if this man saw his job as some kind of huge joke. He seemed to be determined in his work but it was rather difficult to read his emotions with a face so flat; even Akira who had spent her last few years playing God and deciding who was worthy of life could not read this mans pages. She simply nodded at his sentence but displayed no signs of joy at being invited along. She would be able to make a judgment upon him soon enough though, and that would atleast satisfy her itch.

"Eiser Talison. Looks like he gets a lot of nourishment, huh? As you probably can tell by the amount of money his outward opinion shows, he's an official of sorts. Through family, he has money and with it, he's actually quite the citizen. In fact, you can say he has a big part in keeping the city and it's citizens living comfortably, with affordable home and electricity. Though, on the other side, he is also a Neco that sees Sapiens as nothing more than animals. Of course he keeps that fact pretty secret from the public."
"So yeah, he plays the part of Jesus to the public eye, but out of public, it seems he's quite the beast himself. Underground information says he has a taste for Sapien. Supposedly can't control where he places his disgusting tongue. The amount of rape and murder charges this guy keeps secret. Shit, it'd make me look like a schoolboy. If that wasn't enough for you, he's also a cannibal. Guess the best way to hide your evidence."
"Anyway, I'm going to kill him. After I do so, my superiors will spread the video evidence of this bastard."

The dark haired Sapien listened attently to what June was explaining to her. Her emerald eyes grew wide and she clenched her fists so tightly that she almost drew blood from her palms as he explained this strangers crimes. "What a sick and racist bastard. It is horrible to think that it's not the war alone that is foul and rotting." She replied with a hissing tone before meeting with his gaze. "So you are a assassin? What a fun and dirty job." Akira tried to make the sentence come from her lips sarcastically, but it lacked the emotion to make it sound that way.

"This is your last chance to turn back. I should warn you, most people who get buddy buddy with me always end up leaving, and not on the best of terms if you catch my drift. It's a curse you know."

"Oh so are you planning to take me out on dates like this more often Sir?" She let out a soft wink as she questioned with a purr. "I just thought it was a one night stand. Don't worry either, I'm not soft. I'd be greatly offended if you thought about me in that way." Akira growled as she waited for him to finish the preparations for this kill. The Sapien actually did wonder what the man saw her as; of course he would have never have asked her about herself if he didn't think she was the slightest bit strange.

"Every door is secured, just like they said. I have to make sure I don't miss a single shot. I'd hate to accidentally kill the target."
"I think you should hide here. I don't need you getting yourself seen by a security camera or anything. Plus, I'd like to keep the target alive so I could kill him the way I was ordered to."

Though Akira wanted to be up front in the action she understood that it would be unwise to do so as this plan had not been properly explained to her. Still curiosity pumped through her body, she began to object. "But..." Before snapping her jaw shut and crouching against the wall. However, once he had stepped away from her she drew her rifle and rested it upon the windowsill, ready to fire if anyone got too close to him. Once June moved forward she did so aswell, watching for anyone to spring a suprise attack on him but he wandered through the large house with so much ease.

"People like you who think you can eat to your hearts content. Feel the pain of being eaten."

June reached his target and that was when Akira realized how serious this situation was. As much as she was sickened about the unfolding, she understood now that this was not really about the mans death but more about the display made about it. It was for the public to see and to cause uproar and conspiracy. He was so much more than just a assassin. Akira bit her fist hard as she watched the man get devolved by the large creature; all though she was pretty used to seeing quite a bit of nasty stuff, it was mostly just bullet wounds.

"That was not quite what I expected..." Akira said lowly as she slung the rifle back over her back dashed to his side. It took her a second to force the content of her stomach to stay down but once she did she stood to attention waiting for orders. It was kind of becoming apparent that Akira was somewhat of a team worker and clearly had some experience with the tactical side of this. In the small military group of her hometown they were always ordered to watch each others backs, and it was something she never forgot. "Where to now? Escape route?"

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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.

“…Ahh.”

It stays in her vision; an isolated town, ruined and destroyed beyond repair. A ghost town, never to be known by life once more
The baron wasteland before her reminds me of the past. Memories long forgotten. She could not remember them well; fragments broken into little pieces. Memories merely amounted to the perception one holds towards events; events that have been forgotten by time. The once lawful peace that held together society had been brought to rubble
Like this town before her.

She could see the echoes of the past in this town. The former glory the town had once contained was lost, only to be replaced by an aging epitaph to the once bustling markets and liveliness of the town center, always existing in her head, but never appearing, as if lost within the flow of time.

She would normally attempt to avert her gaze from these sorts of sights and the memories that came with them.

Memory.

She had been haughty, thinking that by her own hands, her inventions could be used to protect those she cared for.

Memory.

Witnessing the life of people she loved wasted though systems she had designed.

Memory.

Thoughts of a time when this city was habitable.

“…Why?”

As if struggling through a deep mist. As if writhing in the midst of a bad dream. Since the world broke, just as the city before her was broken years ago.

The once happy village, reduced to a mere shell of its former self. She had seen it in its glory long ago.

The term 'village' was probably the best way to describe the surrounding area. The buildings that belonged to this area were, although destroyed, quite noticeably obsolete structures that should've been replaced years before the war had even begun. But maybe this place had at once been a countryside where people simply did not care about what was new, or popular.

“How long ago was it?” she wondered to herself. Time seemed inconsequential with the event that had occurred. Time was merely an illusion of man to begin with, but with the deconstruction of culture, one might say that such a luxury was no longer something to bear witness to. Time was not something that most would be able to comprehend without the culture of time behind it.

This was a world without hope; without time of its own. Walking corpses littered what was once “people”. Shells of former “humanity”. The world was no longer something to consider “alive”. Merely a perpetual machine, refusing to stop at the request of others, lost in the flow of the concept known as “time”, however without knowledge of the mechanisms behind such.

She did not understand why she had made her path through this town. After all, she had determined her goal long ago.

“She” was Quinn Bradley, heir to the Bradley Corporation. Or rather, it would be more apt to consider her the “former heir”. The Bradleys were no longer an operational company with the recent events that had taken the lives of many she held dear to herself.
What was the reason for the betrayal of her family?

Was it for money?

Power?

Gains?

Quinn cared not for the reason for the betrayal, but only wished to gain satisfaction by cutting the “time” from those who had caused these emotional and physical lacerations upon herself. There was nothing really holding her forward anymore besides this desire.

Once known for her amazing weapon designs, rivaled only by another corporation, but Quinn always believed her designs to be superior to that man’s. Now, she travels the world as a traveling mechanic, only wishing for her own salvation. Only wishing for her several year-long strife to finally conclude.

The destroyed scenery seemed only to convey a sense of longing, forgotten by age. She knew these streets. Her father had brought her to this location many of years ago, it’s citizens in the middle of some sort of festivity.

She could remember them dancing, but not a single face could be recalled. Their visage passing through Quinn’s eyes; apparitions lost, only to be remembered by few. They were not physical entities, merely existing within the viewpoint of Quinn, but their cultural dance grew in fervor, as if wishing to break their shackles to the mind.

And just as suddenly as it started, the dancing stopped, as if it had never existed before.

Memory.

It was such a fragile thing. Memories are something that best left in their tombs, never to be exposed to the light of day.
One can only move forward.

One cannot allow previous faults to ruin oneself.

All one could do is move on. Forget their former markings and continue on their path to their own desires. Brought only through struggle can one realize their potential. A brighter future was something to look forward to, and Quinn knew that she could innovate a generation through her designs.

She realized the scene before her after but a moment of analyzing her surroundings.

The dead.

Not the pseudo-dead that lived in the city, simply acting on impulse of a dying world, but the true death.

There had been a skirmish of some sort, leaving several dead individuals lying on the ground. They might have had families. The might have been good people. They might have killed families. They might have been demons. It did not matter anymore. After all, death is the end of the road here on this dying rock.

“…Ah.”

Quinn had seen death before. It did not bother her. She did not have attachment to these people, so their lifeless frames were meaningless to her. All she could do is continue forward. All she could do was hope for the brighter future she promised she’d pave the way for.

These dead individuals were not something she could afford to gawk at.

After all…

“Hold it right there, little miss.”

A voice had rung out behind Quinn. For some reason, she did not understand her this man had appeared without her noticing. Maybe she was deep in thought? Either way, it could have been a fatal mistake if this person had decided to start with action in place of speak.

Quinn turned around to see the person who had requested her attention, calling her such an outdated term as “little miss”. The man seemed to take the appearance of something one would expect from a mook in a children’s action show. He seemed to play the part to himself well. There was nothing really wrong with the other. He merely knew a means to live through the exploitation of others. Evil owns its very existence to the vestigial remnants of “mankind's” bestial nature. It matters not the race one was. Everyone had an inherent “evil” within them. No one was exempt from this clause. It merely manifested differently from “person” to “person”. And this person had manifested itself in the form of a “raider” or a “bandit” or something akin to that.

Quinn did not know if the fight before her had destroyed the city, or if the bandits that now existed within such looted the place to such a degree, or if the bombs had caused enough destruction to this village, but one thing was sure; Quinn needed to be on her guard.

“It might be dangerous for a little girl to be wandering alone like this. Something might happen and I am sure you’d regret it,” The man said, seemingly acting in a strange manner. Perchance his intellect was robbed from him when the bombs dropped? Either way, he did not seem to have the greatest of intentions towards Quinn.
There were more of them. Three in total to be exact.

Maybe they had killed the people dead on the ground? It did not seem that way. Both the people now surrounding Quinn and the people dead had a similar “uniform” on. It would be best to assume they were part of the same group, so to speak.
“I come here to find a lot of my comrades dead, but a little girl shifting throughout our former outpost. Perhaps you had something to do with this?”

“She looks really scrawny boss. I doubt that she could have done anything at all,” one of the mooks called from behind Quinn. She was surrounded at this point. But she would not make a move until they had. After all, she was not a murderer. She merely wished to continue forwards, and if others wished to stand in her way, she would not hesitate to defeat them. She had to continue forward, if her honor as a Bradley meant anything.

“They happened to have died long before I had arrived. If you would excuse me now, I need to get going.”

Quinn stated. She did not care about their morality. If they would not confront Quinn, she would have no reason to fight them. She did not like pointless fights such as.

“Unfortunately kiddo, you ain’t goin’ nowhere,” one of the goon snickered at Quinn’s statement.

It appeared as if this would have to take a turn for the worst. Quinn did not want to have such trouble. She merely wished to follow a “scent” that she wanted for a long, long time.

“I will ask you one last time. I don’t want you to end up like your comrades right there.”

“You little bitch, I’ll kill yo-“

He could no continue his statement. The battle had already begun.

Quinn’s Armor had been equipped, as if appearing from nowhere. A battle armor that would not let her lose this engagement. The pride of the Bradleys. There was no way that these raiders would be any match for this armor.

In the eyes of the raiders, prior to this transformation, Quinn was the ant to their magnifying glass. They believed that Quinn did not have the capacity to fight back. But looks can be deceiving. After all, the invention of this power armor was to increase the capacity for those trained in the arts of war.

Hammer in hand, the mooks were nothing before her.

She had been the designer of this particular hammer, as well as the armor itself. The “Darius” and the “Mjolnir Hammer” were both designs of her own. As such with the rather primitive weapons utilized her opponent’s, they should be child's play.

“What the hell is that?” questioned one of the raiders.

“I don’t know. Shoot at it!” Suggested another.

A hail of bullets were shot towards the Darius and its operator- Quinn.

A normal human would be turned into cheese in a similar instance. But Quinn and the Darius were different than a normal human.
“Initiate mode: Unseen Threat.”

As if blending with the background, the Darius had become unseen from any others. As if vanishing off of the radar. The bullets merely passed through the space where the Darius once existed, as if the mechanism and its utilizer were never there to begin with.

“The hell!?” Questioned one of the raiders, looking in all directions for the area in which the Darius could have went.

That was when it had appeared to the side of him, and with one strike from the hammer, the raider had been killed. The strength and power of the user was increased many fold from utilizing the Darius, and with enough force of swinging the hammer, it would be no wonder that someone’s skull would be an easy target to cave in.

The next person was a bit far away. One would imagine if the main weapon was a hammer, they would be easily defeated by ranged weapons. But the “Mjolnir Hammer” was not any sort of normal hammer.

“Take this you bitch!” Shouted the man, about to raise his weapon at Quinn.

But that is when “it” happened.

The hammer was raised as if a rifle, and suddenly an “orb” or sorts was shot out from the “bore” of the hammer, exploding as it hit the target.

Another easy kill.

The last bandit, seeing his comrades killed off, one at a time, decided it would be best to flee.

A huge mistake.

“Deploy Acceleration field.”

An electromagnetic “gate” was formed before Quinn. Something that would improve the accuracy and damage from her main cannon.

Shooting another shock blast, this time though the field she had conjured, the last raider lay a smoldering pile of ash.

They were easily defeated, killed without hesitation. There was “no rest for the wicked”, after all.

All they needed was to allow Quinn to move forward. Because of their actions, they were punished for what they had done. Quinn was not a heartless individual, but when others are to intend harm to her or others, she is not the sort to simply relax and let go. She was a person of principle.

Either way, she should simply continue forward. That was all she could do now. Forward, now and forever…

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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.