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Savage Evolution

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Oreron hall [54] "War shows our true nature? If that is the case then it would be wise to run from me."
Ace Tyrant [48] "Here is your little Blondie, starting to stand upon his own two feet."
Aleph Banton [46] "I live only because I deserve not to end the suffering of my foolishness and failure."
The Reprobate [46] "If I only could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places..."
Ember Wolfe [39] "The fire rages insides, a fire I cannot control."
Owsla [38] "Tinkerer, Listener, Runner, Princess of swift escape. If I am cunning and full of tricks and I will never be destroyed."
Gabriel [35] "I see Nekos, but no humanity."
Marishka Amur [19] "The Beat is inside us all."
Jennifer Heathers [18] "Look at you. All grown up now. And look at me. Half of what I once was."
Mika L. Cheyenne [12] "Let's do this, then."

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Ace Tyrant


"Where? Where did you see him?"

"Wow calm down. Its not like he has a pile of sweets for you shrimp." Ace laughed, though his eyes narrowed as he wondered why Owsla cared so much about some stupid story. He guessed her clan stories were something very close to her heart. "It was a good few years back with Jennifer, it crawled around the ruins and had huge metal armour and this creepy smile etched on its face. It might not be this "him" you know. He was not particularly hostile towards us and was pretty alright with Jenn actually."

"What did he want? Did he do anything at all or something?"

He sighed rolling his eyes and crossing his arms before letting his words fall out. At least the kid was talking to him about something she was passionate about, that was bonding right?. "I don't know, was just looking for supplies I guess. I heard that it had a bit of a go at one of the people I met, over Ember? I think she went for Ember and it protected her." He turned to the brunette woman and blinked, wondering if she remembered any of this.

Ace watched as Ember fell silent and began to turn away. His heart sinking deep into his stomach with a hundred spoonful's of guilt. "I guess I pissed you off...I did not mean to. Just... I don't even know. Please Ember."

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Owsla

"It was a good few years back with Jennifer, it crawled around the ruins and had huge metal armour and this creepy smile etched on its face. It might not be this "him" you know. He was not particularly hostile towards us and was pretty alright with Jenn actually."

Owsla tilted her head to the side and lowered her head in thought, completely ignoring the shrimp comment. If it was looking for supplies, that meant The Beast wasn't as hostile as others said he was. Considering the fact that Blondie must have not looked like a threat at all at that time anyway. However, the discription was spot on to what she had heard about him. "I said he wondered the wastes not randomly attacks people." She said, snorting in annoyance.

She rolled her eyes at the blonde tried to appease Ember. The Beast must have kept her alive because she was different from the cold emotionless...thing she was today. She sighed. "She's like any other neco from a clan Blondie. Somethings you just can't change." She said as she crawled over to a small corner and curled herself up into a ball.

She was tired, a long day of wandering and being attacked from out of no where and now dealing with this idiot. If anything, this place was the safest place she had been in for a while. She soon dozed off in her corner, looking more peaceful then she had been in weeks.

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Oreron

Oreron sighed. He could hear Aleph's confession to faith clearly from where he was. It sounded a lot like his own confession to Kathleen before they desserted their clans. It was sweet to say the least, but it was also heart breaking. He knew the deeds he had done would have soon caught up to him and Oreron blamed himself for the death of his mate and for his daughter being missing. At least the was doing something that was akin to attonement.

"Count yourself lucky Banton. You would have been ashamed to call me clanmate after what I had done after your leave." He said from his spot near the door. "You didn't go mad with bloodlust and kill your own men because they showed fear. You had dignity and the sence to leave before it got any worse."

He remembered those days clearly, fact that he was such an animal back then and lead his men into death and destruction disgusted himself now. He wondered how he wasn't killed in the entire war. Then again he did almost die protecting his mate and cub, but to pay a price for such deeds, he would have rather died with them.

He rolled back onto his belly and lifted himself on all fours again, pacing around like a nervous animal. He could hear something in the city, something that made him go on edge. An audible growl could be heard from him. A point of something that he didn't like.

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Marishka & Gabriel & Ember

Marishka was silent the entire time the strange people began to talk. Her eyes were anime like and from the way she didn't look at Gabriel, Ace and Ember, she was uncomfortable with all the arguing. Where she came from, her parents never fought in full view. She looked only at Owsla's sleeping form and anything other than the tensed Necos in front of her.

Gabriel watched Ember stalk away from the group. It was such an abrupt gesture that he couldn't help but grin. "First sign of emotion I've seen yet." He looked at Ace and tipped an imaginary hate to him. "I tip my hate to you. You got under her skin or you just brought up a topic I never had or will have the guts to do." He walked over to the cabin and couldn't help but study it while he strolled around it. He sighed and pulled himself onto the roof. He lay back on the roof with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Owsla did remind him that he hadn't had any sleep in the last 31 hours.

Ember had found her way to the top of a hill nearby with a view to the surrounding area. She sat and ran her fingers through the loose dirt, her mind trying to shut the memories leaking from the vault she locked them in. The brother she worked with. The betrayal and then that emptiness. The hard work she put into shutting off the emotions and memories. Her green eyes glowed with anger at herself.

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(Famished I am waiting on you twatface.Also is Owlsa in the cabin?)
Ace Tyrant


"I said he wondered the wastes not randomly attacks people."

Ace sighed, crossing his arms and glaring at the little white haired girl with a puzzled expression. "I did not say he did, I was just going off what you had told me about him." His tone into something soft and concerned, which was a familiar voice for the blonde. "Why do you care so much? I know it is a story from your clan, but still you are like a old Sapien and their television programs," He asked.

"She's like any other neco from a clan Blondie. Something's you just can't change."

He fell into silence, face lowered as his pupils followed the panther of a woman. She had gone. She had left him. Left his life. Even though Ace could relate her to Jennifer, she was not her. He was sure Jenn would have stayed along side him, or at least responded and gave him a slap for trying to tell her what to do. Ember did nothing, just left with out a word. "I know. I'm a fool for thinking otherwise."

"First sign of emotion I've seen yet."
"I tip my hate to you. You got under her skin or you just brought up a topic I never had or will have the guts to do."


Ace flinched as Gabriel "tipped his hate on him," eyes growing wide and shiny as he struggled to breathe drowning in this hate. "You know some people don't like to sit there in ignorance. This is reality we are living in. You can go round playing toy soldiers but apart from fighting, you don't have a clue about anything do you?!" He snarled, tempted the smug grin of the angelic male.

He then pranced up onto the roof, looking as though he was settling down the same as Owlsa had. It left himself and his "sister" who had held silent all this time along side him. "You guys do realize I have spare beds right?" Blondie shouted, not that Gabriel would be welcome in his home. He then turned back to Marishka with a sad expression. "Lets get inside..."

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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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Aleph wasn't quite sure what 'shut up' meant in the context given. He asked if she would accept him, and that's what she immediately replied with, before leaning in very close and closing her eyes before giving him a soft peck on the cheek. He was a bit disappointed with the result, because she gave every signal that she was going to give him a kiss on the lips, and nobody else in the world would've been more pleased with that result. Aleph tilted his head to the side a bit in confusion before she spoke.

She accepted him.

But she was... scared? He got it quite quickly, but there was still a pause in his actions. "I'm glad." he said, choosing to neglect the part of her being scared for just the moment. He didn't want her to think he was thinking more about her being scared of him or whatever it was rather than her acceptance, because he really did get happy with those words. One problem after another with a small break inbetween would be preferable. But if she was still scared of him being a Neco, then he couldn't just 'cure' her. That kind of thing probably took time. Man, how he wished the proper professionals still existed at this time. They were probably all dead because they couldn't fight, so it wasn't like they could just go see someone to help her get over this. It would require strength from the both of them, but she would easily be the one fighting the hardest. But Aleph was confident in the years he had known her, that she could put up one hell of a fight.

"How about we head off for now?" he asked her, glancing into her beautiful eyes with a serious look. "I'll give you as much time as you need to adjust to me, after all, you're hardships have been inflicted by others, not by your own hand. I can't begin to understand how you feel, and I won't pretend like I do." it was the least he could offer her. In this way, he said that he'd let her fight by herself, but that he'd always be there when she needed him, or, at least, that was what he intended to say. How other people take his words cannot be controlled by him. He just hope she got the right message.

Aleph moved his view towards Oreron, who spoke of what he had done. In some ways, that was worse, but Aleph wasn't much better if that were the case. "Being in that clan alone was something I don't like to look back on. To accept beasts such as myself and you... well, it is not like they didn't enjoy the murder of anyone and everyone who wasn't in the clan. We may be more of the infamous of them, but definitely not the worst. Much of the horrors took things behind the curtains, after the battles had been fought. Many an innocent life was taken, but not swifty."

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The day was growing to a close and the night was quickly rolling in. The air was warm and no breeze blew at the trees, the golden sky was slowly fading to a darker navy. This was the time were warriors seeked to murder and others rested in peace.


The Reprobate


"I'm glad."

Those two words did not make very much sense to Faith. The fact that she was afraid was something he approved of? She wanted to question it but her tongue just held still in her mouth, the blonde just glared at him with puzzled and quiet eyes. Along side Aleph the Sapien felt tiny, though that was not exactly a bad thing. For the first in a long while she felt safe, with no worry of any harm. "Glad?" She finally stated, twisting her head like a puppy who was being ordered to do something it did not understand.

"How about we head off for now?"

"I'll give you as much time as you need to adjust to me, after all, you're hardships have been inflicted by others, not by your own hand. I can't begin to understand how you feel, and I won't pretend like I do."


"Thank you so much, that really means a lot. I'm glad you understand...and of course I know this is not exactly easy for you either. This all happened so quickly," Faith said in a soft honest voice as she headed towards the door. It was really what she needed to hear, and lifted the heavy weight from her heart. "We should all find a place to stay that night, its not a great idea to be wandering around late. Do you have any ideas of where we could stop? Where have you guys being staying recently?" She questioned, looking over her shoulder at the brunette when suddenly something occurred to her.

"Are we a couple now Aleph?..." She said exiting the door with a twirl beckoning Oreron and her...Aleph to follow.

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Oreron

Oreron's sight within the inside of his helm started to dim a bit with the loss of sunlight. Somewhere between thermal vision and normal, he paced around the door entrence like a cornered animal. The night was always a dangerous time for him, and others that sought to attack him. "Somewhere out of sight. Bandits make targets out of people that sleep in the open." He said, his voice becoming metallic and raspy from the helmet.

Blood from the night before still clingged to the neco's armor, a reminder of the means he would take to protect his person in the face of danger. The blood still flaked off in some places, the scent of it now starting to wear on his head and mind. "I had just arrived in this town earlier today. The bar was the only shelter that I can think of at the moment."

Although the thought of shelter and such was on his mind, somewhere else in his mind, things were not all that it seemed. He looked past Faith in the distance, seeing something walking by in the distance. A woman walking from one building to another. No heat signature came up on his sights, but something made him stare in that direction and stay perfectly still.

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Owsla

Owsla shifted in her sleep some what, hearing the statement that Ace said, but not caring much since she was already asleep anyway. She faced away from the room, laying on her side in the corner next to the couch. She wasn't used to anything soft really but it as some kind of cover for her, and that was good enough.

She walked through a sapian village, people walking around and talking with eachother as if she wasn't there. As if no one could see her. It seemed like nothing would ever go wrong here, it was peaceful for once in this place. She wandered about for a bit, watching the people chat and children play anmong themselves. However, she stumbled across an out of the way house, with a woman with white hair outside and a small child also with a tuft of white hair on it's head.

A man came out of the house soon after, black hair and scars on his arms and neck as if he had been fighting all his life, lifting the child over his head causing the kid to laugh and scream. She could feel a few words from them, but one stuck out in her mind. 'Osanal'. The couple hit something in her mind, like she knew them and she had been very close to them at one point.

But the moment of peace didn't last. People started running away, screaming something about them. Smoke in the distance bellowing suddenly. The child started to cry from the commotion as the mother tried to calm the kid down. The man hugging the woman and petting the child to calm it down, all of it so familiar, but he body was frozen and forced to watch it all. However, the heat of the fire caused her to scream and shutting everything to black.


Owsla's eyes shot open, flinching violently in her spot. She was facing away from the room, glad that she was in the first place as she could feel tears falling down her face.

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Marishka

"Lets get inside..." Marishka paused, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, but I can practically hear the trees calling me." She backed up, turned and walked into the forest. In seconds, she was at the top of the tree nearest Ace's cabin. She sighed and sat with her back against the tree, while one of her legs hung off the branch she had chosen as her bed for the night. Marishka listened to the sounds of the forest, but when she heard something scream as if in agony and go silent with a very audible splat she pulled out her headphones. Listening to one of her Father's song, she was able to close her eyes and think calmly about her situation. The Beat she followed was much louder here than it was at her home land.

Ace, and even that creepy woman that called herself Ember were strong rhythms. They obviously followed The Beat, knowingly or unknowingly. Owsla also had a tune hiding in her head. There was a song that came from inside Owlsa that seemed to be searching for something. They all seemed to fit into her mental image of a family picture, but she also felt something coming along. Something was going to happen soon, and hopefully it would fit in with the song she got her head that spoke of everyone she met here. If not, then it'd probably be a horrendous sound that would either be a lesson or a thing that cut off the Beat temporarily or permanently. Whatever it was, Marishka didn't welcome its presence.

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Aleph Banton


"D-don't s-s-say embarassing things like that, b-baka!"

Aleph's face was just about as bright red as a beet upon hearing the question that Faith had asked. Enough so that he temporarily forgot about finding a place for just a moment. He stood silent for a second, thinking of some way to answer it without looking like a dweeb. "Oh uh... I guess, yeah. I mean, if you wish it....."

He, of course, failed to do so.

It wasn't like he ever dated before. Actually, in this world, relationships were hard to come by nowadays. Not everyone got a wife and child, so he'd consider Philip pretty lucky back then, maybe not so much now. Anyway, it was more of a problem of experience. He knew he had feelings for the young Sapien, who, even though he confessed to being a ex-murder, accepted him for who he was. But maybe there was a shy part of the man, who just felt silly when actually calling her and he a couple. But when he thought about why she was asking him this, Aleph nodded. "Yeah, yeah we are." he said confidently thereafter. The fact that she said she wanted to travel with him, and how she gave him a (sorta) kiss-ish thing meant that she probably wanted this as well. That, and because she was asking the question in the first place. She wanted his confirmation. "But we'll be a couple of dead bodies soon if we don't set up shelter for the night. As Oreron stated, this bar looks good enough. We can still lock the doors and find an area to lay down."

Aleph raised an eyebrow for a moment at the exiting Faith. "So you can come back in."

"Anyway, I guess since you two were so curious about the armor I wore, I shall return to wearing it." Aleph moved his hand into the torn pocket of his pants and pulled out some device, about the size of a book, and pressed a button on it before placing it on the floor. In what seemed like an instant, Aleph's trademark armor was on the floor in its place, as well as his old blade.

Aleph began putting the armor on over his clothes.

"I'm afraid I'm more nocturnal than I previously was, so I cannot see myself going to sleep very soon. What are the plans of either of you?" He asked.

Damn, he really needed to get his accent back.

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The Reprobate


"Oh uh... I guess, yeah. I mean, if you wish it....."
"Yeah, yeah we are."

Faith held her palm over her mouth to try and contain the giggles though she failed miserably. Her eyes were locked upon his flushing cheeks and surprised face, it was not something she expect him to respond with. Yet in a way she was not all that shocked, he was proving to be more and more unpredictable. "Well as close to as a couple you can get now days. Maybe it is not best to label us...If you don't want to it is alright you know." She stuttered, trying to smooth out the situation in a quiet voice. However when Aleph said his second comment, she simply smiled and with a nod. "It is settled then."

Drip.
Faith nervously glanced around for a sign of where the sound could be coming from. She was unable to see any leaking, mostly due to the fact the noise was not real to anyone else but her.

"Somewhere out of sight. Bandits make targets out of people that sleep in the open."
"But we'll be a couple of dead bodies soon if we don't set up shelter for the night. As Oreron stated, this bar looks good enough. We can still lock the doors and find an area to lay down."


Frowning and narrowing her eyes sarcastically, she made her way back inside and pulled her body up onto the counter top to sit on it. "Fine," She answered bluntly, propping her bloodied spear and small bag against it. She turned to Oreron, noticing that he seemed to be distracted. "Hey are you okay? I mean...okay as you can be." She asked.

"Anyway, I guess since you two were so curious about the armor I wore, I shall return to wearing it."
"I'm afraid I'm more nocturnal than I previously was, so I cannot see myself going to sleep very soon. What are the plans of either of you?"


"Thank god for that." The Reprobate laughed, scanning her eyes along his body as though he had got undressed instead of redressed. "I can recognise you now, though you could do with a shave, not that I mind. Before you looked as different as Oreron when he is not wearing his armour." She flashed a glance over to the shelled being with a seductive grin. "Not that you look bad with out armour."

Drip.
It echoed in her ears, sending surging pain rushing through her mind. Faith swallowed hard, trying not to display what she was starting to experience but the light had left her eyes and had been replaced with a horrid kind of madness.

"Being a Sapien. I need to...sleep. That does not mean I do though."

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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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Oreron's eyes were fixed on the distance, his pupules shrinking down to near dots on the inside of his helm. He could see the heat signitures of people in the distance. Some of them hunched over, some weilding weapons. None of them being people he wanted to deal with or have his two charges deal with. "We need to get inside. Now." He said, his tone hushed but serious as death. "Sleep will do you some good once he get inside the bar. Hide behind it and don't come out until I say it's safe." His tone nearly sounded like what it once was when he was in the war. But without the hint of malevolance. It was replaced with a tinge of madness.

He could feel a fit coming on again. Periodical bouts of rage and images that would assult his mind with a vengence. Something that he would rather not have with Aleph or a mentally cracked Oreron. He started trotting on all fours again, toward the bar with some haste and heavy breath. He could feel it, the screams of the beast inside him yearning to be free. He knew soon enough that it would be nigh impossible to resist.

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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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Aleph did his best to not react to Faith's suggestiveness. It worked, sorta.

"...Y-Yeah, as Oreron spoke." Picking up the seriousness of his tone, Aleph immediately snapped out of whatever childish way he was acting. "Come on, Faith. Lets get inside and then we can sleep." his voice was just as silent as Philip's, sensing that he should be quiet as well. Aleph took Faith by the hand gently and began to look Faith in the eyes as he spoke.

"Come on, we have to-" he abruptly stopped. Was something wrong? He saw... nothing in her eyes, like she wasn't really there. It confused him, but also creeped him out a bit. But still, he continued. "...Lets get in now." without another word, he gently guided her inside, and towards the bar to where she could lay behind. However, he didn't lay her down yet. "Faith, are you okay? You don't look too good..." he worriedly asked.

Hopefully she was okay. She had to be. They just confessed and were somewhat happy, and and and! If she was sick or something... well, there was medicine somewhere, right? Yes, there was. Definitely. Aleph found himself nearly sick himself, as he mentally worried that there wasn't something wrong, but just by looking at her eyes, void of anything....

he knew better than to believe that.

[OOC: Sorry for that! Was getting my own RP set up! I'm backies! C:]

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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.