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Jennifer Heathers

"Look at you. All grown up now. And look at me. Half of what I once was."

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

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Jennifer Heathers
"Look at you. All grown up now. And look at me. Half of what I once was."







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Here is my shell


Nicknames/status/
Jenn. There are two people alive who are allowed to call her this. Others are not tolerated.

Neko or Sapien
Neko

Sexuality and relationship status
This holds no meaning to her, though if pressed for an answer, she would say Pan-Romantic. She is also single, in many ways, though try not to bring it up.

Age
22

Gender
Female




Long live the human heart!



Personality
There is still something angry within Jennifer, something animalistic and predatory driving her, though there is no longer any passion. Whatever she was chasing is gone now, and she has only the ghost of something to chase. Where once she was a loud force, she is now a soft radio static. Don't let it fool you, though. Just because she has lost what she was searching, she still has one over-arching goal, and absolutely nothing will get in her way. Jennifer is still snappy and cruel, with a quick wit and a quicker mouth, angry and cold down to her bones. The part of her that was once sweet an softened by her 'charge' has been ripped away, leaving a gaping hole in her stomach (metaphorically, of course), and she is sure it shall never come back. Her violent side is more easily awakened now, and she speaks less than she ever has before.

Gifts and skills
First Aid - Being covered in as many scars as Jennifer is, she obviously has some knowledge of how to care for wounds, even horrific ones.
Strength - As small as she is, Jennifer can easily move almost anything, within reason, given her small stature.
Stamina - Jennifer can, and often does, go for days on end without stopping, sleeping, or eating, and it never seems to hinder her. She is a goo watchdog type.


Fears and weakness's

  • Speaking about Kelly
  • Speaking about Ace
  • Having her emotions compramised
  • Having those under her care taken away


Weapons and Armour.
Image Jennifer still carries her two 'antiques' and cares for them obsessively. She wears no armour, no protection of any kind, only simple clothing and a single necklace.


Back tracing my steps...



History
Jennifer was (mostly) kept from the war, though once Kelly, someone closer to her than family, was taken, she immediately began to search, slaughtering if necessary.

"She didn't have the current supplies to treat him, and he was definitely too weak to treat himself. She closed her eyes and considered her options; she could leave him here, move on, let him fend for himself, probably die."

"Cursing herself under her breath, she grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him out."

"'I don't need comfort because I am not upset. I am not broken. I am not weak. I am not falling apart. I had a temporary lapse in control, and it has passed.'"

"'You are not a pet," she murmured quietly, "you are a homoneco, just as I am. Just as those other people were. Just because I am not verbal nor physical does not mean I do not care.'"

She doesn't speak of Ace. Ever.



Other
If Jennifer sings, it is a sound that can cause the very birds to stop their singing. And though she looks no different, she has changed immeasurably over the past year and 7 months since she has left Ace's company.

So begins...

Jennifer Heathers's Story

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Coward.

That was the only thing that clouded her thoughts as she stood, sharp white-blue eyes glued to a single spot on the grass.

You sick, damnable coward.

Almost two years had passed, two years since she'd realised her error, her issue, her problem, and left. Run away. Very fast, and very far. Two years since she'd noticed the chink in her well-made armour: him. He, Ace, her Blondie, her charge, had somehow found a crack and slipped inside, shoving the two halves apart and bringing out Jenn again, bringing out softness and joy and light.

She knew very well what would happen if she stayed. It was the same that had happened with James, the same way he got inside and broke apart the wall she had easily built. She had known what could happen, had seen the delicacy she had begun to treat him with, the calming, soothing chats they would have. She had seen, had known. And so, like the coward she was, she left. Ran away, silently slipping through the trees until she thought she may collapse. Though not from mere exhaustion, no, this tiredness was much deeper, ingrained into her very soul.

Snapping her head up, Jennifer slowly brought a hand to her face and dabbed at her eyes, annoyed and angry at the weakness of her own mind. Crying. Already. Ridiculous. Taking a sharp turn to the east, her legs carried her along familiar paths and noted familiar things: notches in wood and burn patches, over-grown bushes and abandoned animal traps. Signs of where there had once been life, hope. Something like family, but somehow...warmer. And now, there was nothing.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed; twenty minutes, forty, ninety, before she heard an all-too-familiar voice ringing out above the trees. There. She'd found him. Her heart shuddered, panic, fear rising in her mouth like bile, and a fight-flight reaction to run almost overcame her, but...no. It was high time she saw him again, even if he never saw her.

With as much strength as she could muster, she stepped out from behind the cover of trees, into the small clearing, and peered up at the boy - man - that she had once known. And before she could stop it, her lips parted, and out tumbled a hissed,

"Ace."

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Shivering, Jennifer took refuge behind a large tree, her heart in her mouth already. She had grown so weak, in her absence, she was no longer the fearless woman she once was. She was less, she supposed, much less than what she had been before. She was once a tsunami, a tidal wave of power and determination; now she was little more than a gentle rain. She couldn't let him see her. She couldn't let anyone see her. Not in this weakened half-mind, not like this.

And yet.

She found her legs leading her closer to the cabin, closer to Ace, the setting sun filtering through the trees casting shadows like tattoos of lace across her bared shoulders, her stride hesitant, but even. Somehow she felt like a traitor, returning to him like this. At all. What right did she have? What claim did she have to know him? She was a ghost, pale flesh covered in a patchwork of scars, bruises and burn wounds; a phantom of nightmares lurking in the corner of your eye. She had no proper reason to be there. Yet she walked as close as she dared, and parted her lips to call out.

"A--"

Immediately, she faltered. Couldn't she even say his name? It was simple. Three letters. One syllable. But somehow it was impossible for her to make the sound. She was so much less now, so different, what if he didn't...want her around anymore? What if he had outgrown her? Or worse:

What if he'd forgotten her?

Panic consumed her heart, but she was able to swallow it, and force out a loud, steady call, those eyes that had glared at him so many times steady on his form.

"Blondie."

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Ace Tyrant


"Sorry, but I can practically hear the trees calling me."

The blonde let out a long sigh and rolled his pupils at the girl who could have been his younger sister. That was how Ace wanted to view Marshika and how he wished her to see himself, the same with Owlsa though she was much more stubborn. The man watched her prance towards the nearest tree and make her bed upon its bark. To him it did not seem like the place you could get the best nights sleep but who was he to question her preferences? "Just make sure you are safe and out of sight. You got that? I have already saved your backside once before I don't want to be doing it again. Goodnight." His voice almost seemed father like and weirdly, it fitted him perfectly.

After a few moments Ace began to lose focus, eyes secured upon the hill that Ember that had seeked alone time upon. He wished she had not left his side, but the blonde could not say he regretted what truth he spoke even if it had earned him a verbal beating from Gabriel.

"Ace."

Oh and now he was sure he was losing it. He even refused to glance over his shoulder at where that blissful sound had come from. It had happened before time and time again and it bit his heart with the most awful pair of fangs. "Shut up." He spat, before turning to head back to the Cabin, resisting the urge to spend hours searching the forest. He made it to the doorway before leaning against its frame with a thousand wishful thoughts running through his mind.

"Blondie."

"Shut up." Ace spat once again, harsher this time, though careful not to wake dear Owlsa napping in the corner. Red hot tears now threatened to spill from his eyes and roll down his cheeks. Why did his mind need to wreck him like this? Had he not dealt with enough today? He turned to the forest which stretched out before him to find her stood there too close for comfort.

Jennifer.

At first he froze, blinking hard though no matter how much he did her figure would not vanish like usual. Ace stepped towards her slowly, like he would with a fox who could so easily run away. She was here rather often, just a ghost who still wandered between memory and reality. He was close enough now to hear her unsteady breaths and with a simple stretched arm he could touch her face. He moved to do so but paused before his fingertips met her cheekbone. The blonde began speaking to her as he would when his mind fucked him over before hand, not realizing her form was real.

"I really messed up today. I found some old...friends and made some new ones. Once again I find myself being weak Jenn. I'm so sorry."

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He was apologising. It almost made her want to smile, seeing the sad, lost expression on his face, the youth and innocence from long ago covering those all-too-familiar features. Jennifer had to fight to keep herself in check, to keep tears from springing to her eyes. The voice, the eyes, the hand, so close to her. Weakly, she offered a stiff smile, then leaned her cheek into his hand, throat closing despite her internal arguments.

"You imbecile," she choked after a moment, sharp silver-blue eyes never once glancing away from his, "absolute imbecile. Don't apologise to me. Don't show your weakness like that. Remember what I taught you."

You cannot be weak. If you must, do not show it, do not let anyone know. You mustn't be weak.

She had become weak with him. She had allowed her guard down. But even away from him, having met him, she was weakened. She was hurt. But the look in his eyes; fear, anger, mistrust of his own eyes. Everything there, surface-level, right where she could see, no hidden secrets between them.

Except there are, aren't there, Jenny girl?

A mangled sound was torn from her throat, and those eyes of hers (once so strong, harsh, unwavering) flashed with fear then shut tightly, face scrunching up as she raised a shaking hand to cover his against her cheek, putting on display more scars, more bruises, even a large burn mark or two curled up her arm. She allowed him, if only for a moment, to see what he had once known, to see Jenn, before she slipped away again.

Giving herself a moment to regain composure, Jennifer opened her eyes and stared, trying to will herself to be strong, to be ice, but somehow she knew...she knew she couldn't. She couldn't look up into his eyes, his face, look at the man who looked so much like James (Not anymore, huh, Jenny Jenn?) and be alright. Not anymore. But she had to try.

"I'm so--" her voice broke, and she shook her head slightly, "I'm so sorry, Ace. I...I needed to...I'm glad you're alright." She gave a sharp toothed smile (how weak she looked, how broken, she could only imagine the pathetic expression she had), and shook her head again. "I had to make sure. Needed to...well. I'm glad."

Choking back a sob, she closed her eyes again. "I'm so glad..."

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Owsla

The feral girl layed on her side, awake but unmoving for fear of lashing out at someone for no reason. She reasoned to herself that the dream might just have been something...bad...and not dwell of it for a while. Until then, she'd rather not get herself thrown out of somewhere she could sleep without being woken up by force.

She stared at the wall for a while, letting her mind wander for a while. Mind going through memories that she didn't even know she had for the longest. But something pinged in her mind for some reason. A tune. A rythum. A...lullaby? Something that she couldn't shake for it brought a sence of safety. Something familiar.

"Unda attingit
Te et abducit
Te in profunda
Sicut es unda

Unda attingit
Te et abducit
Te in profunda
Sicut es unda..."


The words, even though she couldn't understand them, rolled off her tongue in song. Something familar coming back to her at that point. Ignoring blondie and the stranger once more, She kept singing to herself quietly feeling herself lull to into a trance like sleep. Something she hadn't had in years.

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(Next few posts your characters need to be asleep so we can do a time skip to the next morning. Anyone have a problem with that?)

Ace Tyrant


Ace watched as the woman's lips curled upwards into a soft broken smile. He absently returned one to her, for no particular reason what so ever. Then, he felt her flesh meet his hand. Real skin, scarred and broken real skin of Jennifer who was not the portrayal from his mind. His love stood before him, alive and breathing. As he realized that this was in fact reality, his eyes which were now filled with tears shuddered until a droplet fell into the grass below. A thought buzzed inside his mind, stinging at his brain like wasps. If she had not been taken or killed, she left of her own choice.

"You imbecile,"
"absolute imbecile. Don't apologise to me. Don't show your weakness like that. Remember what I taught you."


He slowly nodded, trying to work out the reason why she had abandoned him. She had left him all alone knowing that there would be little chance of his survival. It was more likely she did not even think about his life, more about her own. "Is that why you left me? Because I was too weak?" His voice was not broken or upset, more logical and forgiving.

Then, for a second, she displayed comfort. Her hand warm upon his own and the harsh pain rippled through her body. Ace had seen how shattered Jenn was but it had seemed to have no improvement what so ever. He wanted to pull her into his arms and for once in his life act like the bigger person and promise to look after her. However, knowing from past experience, she would likely find that insulting.

"I'm so--"
"I'm so sorry, Ace. I...I needed to...I'm glad you're alright."
"I had to make sure. Needed to...well. I'm glad."
"I'm so glad..."


"I...I'm glad you are alright too. Did you expect me to be impaled on a tree somewhere?" He managed a half hearted snigger, before waving his silver bow at her with a smile. "You taught me a lot. I managed to step up my game...sort of." His eyes lowered, it was clear he was more or less identical in heart to before just with a larger body and a weapon strapped to his back. "Please come spend the night. At least Jenn. You don't know how long I have waited for this day. Unless..."

"Unless you replaced me with someone else."

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Oh, the irony was almost enough to make Jennifer laugh. Ace thought she had left because he was too much trouble, too weak, too helpless. He thought she had abandoned him because he held her back. He'd thought that from the first moment they met, and the thought had never once left his mind, had it? Oh, oh, the silly boy...no, she wanted to shake his shoulders, scream until her throat was raw, no, it hadn't been his weakness that had caused her to run. It had been her own.

"Look at you," she found herself whispering, her eyes half-closed from a mix of emotional and physical fatigue, "how much you've grown up. Not a boy anymore, are you? You grew up, grew up fast..." It had been her fault. She'd abandoned him, left him with very few resources, still so much to teach him, so much for him to learn. But she'd gone. Left behind all her supplies, her blade, her coat, everything she'd owned since she'd begun to travel, and just...ran.

Like a coward.

Little Jenny girl, you ran away from him, straight back to me, just like it's always been. You came back to me. Like a good little girl, didn't you?

Spend the night. He wanted her to stay, but still worried about romantic connotations to her past. She gazed at him, half-envious, half-pitying; that was his greatest worry, it seemed, concerning her. Had been since the beginning. Was she romantically involved. It was a thought that plagued him. He didn't have nightmares of hot blood and the taste of iron and warm necklaces cooling on the concrete and blank stares and forgotten names and--

Expelling a weak whimper, she wrapped her arms around herself and boosted forward, pressing herself into Ace's chest, face buried in his shoulder. "Take me inside, please," she whined, "I need to rest, just for a moment."

Holding herself against his body, she allowed herself, if only one last time, to be weak.

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"Look at you,"
"how much you've grown up. Not a boy anymore, are you? You grew up, grew up fast..."


As the raven haired girl spoke, Ace did in fact look down at himself, eyes bright with confusion. He spread his arms slowly as though they were his wings, before letting out a soft kind of laugh and turning to look up at Jennifer shaking his head lightly. Though he did look older, he was still the naïve soft hearted youth he was before. "Are you saying I got sexier? huh?" As soon as he purred that sentence, he flinched, expecting a good slap across the face. Even if she did react in such a way, it would have been worth it.

Thud.

Suddenly she had pushed her body against his in a forced warm embrace which had caused him to stumble backwards a few steps, not that me was going to deny it. It took Ace a second to realize what had just happened, and that this was in fact real. He gingerly held her against his chest, face buried in his shoulder making him consider the fact that she did not want him to see her expression. That was fine by him. Hugging her with a little more confidence, he began to slowly rock as though she was some kind begging for comfort.

"Take me inside, please,"
"I need to rest, just for a moment."


"Alright, come on then..." Ace whispered softly, still supporting the black haired woman with his arm which was still snaked around her waist. "Sorry about the mess, also please keep your voice down. I have picked up a few...friends, most find it more comfortable outside but..." He nodded over to Owlsa in the corner, before stopping for a second, rummaging the cupboard for a blanket and pulling a clean blanket over her. "Also sorry about the mess..." The male laughed, nodding over to all his weapon and item designs sprawled across his desk and the 'old fashioned Sapien' items scattered here and there. The Cabin was exactly like Ace in a building, kind of cute being honest.

"If you wish the spend the night, you can sleep in my room and I'll sleep on the sofa..." Ace said as she followed him through into a small room, most of the space taken up with a double bed and chucky auburn wardobe. "though if you want to stay its up to you Jenn..." He explained, running his fingers through his golden hair uneasily.

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"I just..."

She was dangerously close to snapping, though she was unsure of exactly which way: murderously angry, defensive, possibly violent, or, breaking down into sobs, fear compounding her already small form into something even smaller, tears pouring down her face.

"I just need to rest," she whimpered, steadying her balance by placing a gentle hand on Ace's shoulder, and then beginning to take steps towards the bed, thoughts swimming, vision beginning to blur.

Yes, little Jenny, sleep. And in your dreams, I'll be there. I'll be waiting. All that's left of me. And I'll be watching. And I'll be smiling. And I'll give you a great big hug. And you'll never run away from me again, will you, my pretty little Jenny girl? No, you'll never be rid of me, not ever, ever, ever.

Jennifer collapsed atop the mattress the moment she got to it, tears pouring hot down her cheeks, and she tucked into herself. She huddled herself into the corner of the bed, tucking herself under the bed and clutching her knees to her chest. Alone. Everything, from the moment she'd left, everything she'd done had been to stop being alone. But she was fated for that existence, wasn't she? Alone, even surrounded by those that seemed to care, wanted to care.

"Thank you, Ace...I'm sorry..." she managed to whimper, before clamping her teeth down on a corner of the blanket and burying her face in the bed, a tight, painful ball of scarred flesh and striking dark hair.

She was alone, always.

Utterly completely alone.

Don't worry, Jenny girl.

You'll always have me.

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"I just need to rest,"

Ace felt as her palms warmth left his shoulder, causing him to tick back into reality and watched Jenn slowly make her way over to the bed. Her steps seemed unsteady and under confident. In silence she crawled into bed before tucking herself in the corner, causing the raven haired girl to look awfully weak and unflamilar. The sight made Ace sick, but he could do nothing but stand and glare at the poor girl.

Sure enough, she had most certainly returned to him. However, she was nothing like before. Here she was critically broken, with out the will to fake a cold persona. He was pretty sure something must have triggered her emotions to collaspse in on themselves like this, and the itch in his brain to find out who the fault belonged to was unbearable. A unwanted thought suddenly growled in his mind, was this just what all false shelled people became? Would Ember meet a similar truth just like Jenn? He still could not help but relate the pair of them. Both of them have some dickhead male friend who is going to want to gut Ace at some point.


"Thank you, Ace...I'm sorry..."

It was only at that point that the blonde realized she was crying. For a good long while his eyes just remained locked upon her, doing nothing while a thousand thoughts battered against his skull. After that he sheepishly crawled under the covers before slowly and surely pulled himself behind her into a couple spooning position. This way she did not have to face him and display her 'weakness' but he could still comfort her and allow her to push him away if needed. He was playing a very risky game indeed.

"Hey...You called me Ace. First time for everything..."

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Her first reaction was to flinch, to claw herself away from the heat at her back, to bolt out the window and run again, never look back.

But she didn't.

She went stiff as a board, stifling sobs with the blanket and allowing him to hold and comfort her. He was probably embarrased by her now, disgusted even, at what she'd become; but still found it an obligation to care for her. She was becoming nothing but problematic. If nothing else, Jennifer realised that she would need to fix herself, in no small way. She would need to become strong again, relearn her own disciplines. Training would resume, and she would be her own pupil, concentrating on her own strengths and weaknesses.

She would once again become cold.

"I suppose so, yes...first time..."

Swallowing tensely, she drew tighter into herself, and shut her harsh eyes, allowing a strange peace to roll over her, as she slipped almost immediately into a comatose-like sleep.

And then began the nightmares.

Blood. Coating her hands, her face, her clothes, her blade. The blade that was currently buried deep in the chest of one of her oldest friends.

He stared up at her, a manic look in his eye, blood dripping from a wound on his scalp, pouring from his nose and mouth, drying on his sun-tanned face.

"Pretty Jenny girl," he burbled up at her, "you're not still angry, are you?"

With another burst of strength, she pushed her blade deeper and gave a wrenching twist, watching him squirm and scream and claw at her arms, as though it would have made any difference. Her arms were raw and red, right wrist burned almost beyond recognition of skin, her lip split and her neck slit almost straight across.

Laughter burst forth from the man pinned beneath her knees, spraying bloody saliva onto her face, yet she didn't recoil, not until it died down and the light seeped from his eyes.

She stayed atop him, shaking hands gripping the hilt of her blade, for far too long. There was a sound of crying, and Jennifer realised far too late that it came from her. When she finally stood, her legs were weak and quivering, and she had no strength left to pull her dirtied sword from his chest cavity.

Slowly, she walked out, leaving his body filthy and his eyes open, disrespect flowing from every inch of her. She walked, aimless, thinking that maybe now, she could be free.

But then she heard it.

Oh, Jenny girl...that was rather rude.

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Jennifer lay awake, shaken from her nightmares, her eyes half-closed and focused on the wall opposite her, senses wide open, taking in everything she could: the gentle heat (a combination of sunlight and Ace) spread through her body, the looseness in her limbs (nightmares and fatigue had calmed her muscles the moment she had laid down to rest), the quiet sound of life around her (creaking and settling of the house, animals and breezes outside, the gentle trill of a quiet song muffled by skin and cloth). She felt lazy, and empty; she felt dead. She'd felt dead for quite a while. Ever since she'd slipped that blade deep in James' chest, the hot splash of blood pouring over her hands, sobs and laughter mingling together in the air--

Yelp!

She bolted straight up, hand flying to her thigh holster and gripping a pistol before leveling it at...a young girl, flat on her behind by the door. Cocking a dark brow, she clambered from bed (leaving the blonde behind without a single thought, though his heat clung to her skin in a comfortable way) and stood before the other girl, peering down with sharp eyes, all previous show of weakness or fear that had been there the previous evening wiped clean.

She stared in silence for a minute, then two, then parted her lips and spoke. "Are you...alright? You fell pretty hard." Holding out a hand, she offered a hesitant smile (all smooth skin and inhuman teeth, too sharp to seem normal, her entire expression distant and foreign) and cleared her throat. "Let me help you up."

The young girl didn't seem a threat, though she wouldn't let that throw her. Sliding her pistol back into its holster, she tried to look as soft and pleasant as she could, less like a murderous animal beneath the shell of a woman, and more like...an older sister? A mother figure, perhaps?

"What time is it? I'd hope it isn't too late; I was hoping to do some training. Is that what...you were doing?"

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Recognition flooded Jennifer's mind, the woman before her struck some chord deep within her. She'd seen the face, long ago, if only for a few moments. It seemed to have saved her from having to fight.

"You would stab me," she mused aloud, though there was nothing but a withdrawn expression on her face, "for being startled? For trying to lift her up?"

Words didn't seem to fit what she was feeling at the moment. She felt...empty. And suddenly, useless. Even trying to be calm, she had frightened a young girl. Even trying to be kind, she was viewed as a threat. Fitting. Her ears caught the gentle sounds of a frightened girl, a young mouse, tucked away in a corner, quivering.

"If you are going to slice me, I invite you, do so now. If not, I ask that I may pass. I would like to get some water, and leave this room. Blondie," she gestured to Ace's sleeping form, "is still sleeping."

Truth be told, she wouldn't have minded being hurt. Stabbed. Killed, even. Since waking, she'd felt achingly empty; emptier than usual. Death would be welcome, at this point. She could be with James again. Be with her family again. Be with--

No. No, she was not dead. Was not.

"May I pass."

She had no patience for this. Either she would be killed, or she would not. She did not care.

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Ember Wolfe

"You would stab me," she mused aloud, though there was nothing but a withdrawn expression on her face, "for being startled? For trying to lift her up?" Ember felt a sudden rage flood her systems when she heard the Stranger's words. She didn't know why, or even where the anger came from, but her thoughts were scrambled. She was fighting herself, the part that craved the feel of metal slicing through flesh, and that part of her was almost nearly all of her. The part of her that was trying to cool the anger was weak and faint but she felt it telling her not to kill this woman there and then. Her internal conflict was slightly visible from the way her fists clenched, and unclenched, the flexing and the stilling of her biceps. The way her eyes darkened then go slightly out of focus as if she weren't really there at all.

"If you are going to slice me, I invite you, do so now. If not, I ask that I may pass. I would like to get some water, and leave this room. Blondie," she gestured to Ace's sleeping form, "is still sleeping." Ember quickly glanced at the bed and saw Ace sleeping in a fetal position, and she glanced at him again to make sure he was breathing. Confirming that Ace was alive, the anger suddenly faded from her system. Her narrowed eyes softened just a tiny bit, and her stance relaxed somewhat. Ember let out a breath that she hadn't known she was holding in. "May I pass."

Ember let her eyes stray from Ace's sleeping form to the stranger. Her eyes narrowed again, her eyes becoming sharper than they were before. She stepped aside, and didn't bother to watch the Woman leave. Ember walked over to the bed, and was about to nudge Ace, when she realized her hands were shaking. She clenched her fists, trying to wipe that detail from her head as she jabbed her knuckles into the Blonde's backside. "Ace... Wake up..." She spat the words out from her gritted teeth. Still trying to get over the fact that she had almost lost herself in the rage... again. But I didn't... She thought, silently, letting her exhaustion show for just a second and then quickly shoving that out of her head. Why?

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With a defeated huff, Jennifer swept away, slowly padding through the house, her leather boots making hollow clunks wherever she placed her foot. Why did it bother her so, seeing the relief in the woman's eyes as she looked upon Ace? Why had it made cold fear swarm through her belly? What was she to Ace? Why did she care?

With a snarl, she rounded a corner and slammed her right fist into the wall nearest her, cracking the surface slightly as her trembling knuckles made contact once, twice, and then stayed. What was she even doing here? Honestly. Why had she come back? For sympathy? For someone to care for her? Was that really what she had fallen to? Needing someone to hold her and tell her that she was alright? Pathetic.

But that is what you need, isn't it Jenn, darling? That is why you came. To him. That's why you came to me in the first place, anyhow, after Kelly and you had that nasty fight, remember? You came to me, trembling lip and watery eyes. 'What did I do wrong?' you whined. 'How do I fix it?' you whimpered. Poor thing, you've always needed someone to make you feel all better, haven't you?

Blowing out a hot breath, she connected her fist with the wall once more, widening the crack further. After a moment of silence, she regained her stony composure (let no one see you crack, Jennifer) and turned her head slightly, sharp eyes falling upon a small girl, tucked into a corner, knife held in front of her as though to ward off an attack. Pain surged through Jennifer's stomach.

"I suppose," she half-whispered, her voice still hoarse, "that you, as well, are frightened of me?" She almost smiled, though it was more pained than pleasing. "I share that sentiment."

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Gabriel

Gabriel rolled his shoulders as he began to walk back to Ace's little cabin. His hair wet from the little shower he had. He breathed in deeply, and couldn't help but grin. His pink eyes sparkling with energy he didn't have the other night. The scent of pines and other types of earthly greens, contrasting with his pale hair and skin. The albino appeared out of place in this lush forest, yet somehow looking to belong at the same moment.

Gabriel heard the sound of flesh hitting wood, before he entered the cabin. Once he did enter the building, he saw Owsla crouched in a corner before he saw the strange woman looking down at the feral girl. His mask slid into place as he noted the way the stranger was "Battle-scarred."

"I suppose," she half-whispered, her voice still hoarse, "that you, as well, are frightened of me?" She almost smiled, though it was more pained than pleasing. "I share that sentiment."
Gabriel cocked his head to left, hinting at the question he held back. "Frightened of what? A broken person torn?" His words sounded like he was mocking her, but from the way he stood, suggested otherwise. His eyes, and face guarded, expecting the person to curse and say something childish to him and lunge to attack.

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Owsla

Owsla's eyes calmed a bit, not seeing a threat in the woman addressing her. Her eyes pointed to ember, the woman that cause much uneasiness in her. It was unnerving. She couldn't feel any sort of emotion but the urge to kill in her. And it frightened her. She shifted further away from Jennifer, but a look of what could be a mix of curiousity and irritation crossed her face.

"How do you know blondie?" She said, getting to the point of her curiousity. She watched past the woman. "You don't frighten me. I don't know you and how do I know you won't kill me here or take me back to the clans." Her hand shook, but lowered as she could feel her arms growing tired.

He head snapped toward Gabriel in surprise. She had forgotten that he was here with the other woman. The man who had mended her healing arm, though the subject of much scruteny from her. "Besides. What do you want?"

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Something in Jennifer told her to pounce, jump atop the man who had approached, rip him apart, feel his flesh beneath her teeth, his blood down her throat; but no. No. That was not who she was, not anymore, not for a long time. She glanced back at him, then forward to the girl again.

"How do you know blondie?"

"I knew him years ago. We traveled together briefly. He is...a companion, of sorts." Cocking her head slightly, though her eyes stayed dead in expression, she furrowed her brow slightly. "Why should I kill you? You've done nothing against me, nor anyone I care for. I've no reason to harm you."

Turning about sharply on her heel, she faced the newcomer and studied him for a moment, before offering an emotionless smile. "Exactly," was all she said, before slipping past him and out the door, heading deep into the woods, her hand closing around the handle of her pistol and pulling it out, searching for a training area.

Jennifer knew that, in order to stay balanced, stay sane, she needed an outlet for aggression and emotion, plus a way to keep her abilities in top shape, and keep her body from growing soft.

Good idea, Jenny girl, better not take your aggression out on the soft, squishy bodies back at that cabin...how long are you staying there anyway, hmmm?

She didn't know...and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

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