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Savage Evolution

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a part of Savage Evolution, by LunaSpirit.

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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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Ember Wolfe

"You know Ember, there is no need to twirl your swords like that. Its a little bit...intimating. Not that I personally am complaining..." Ember stopped twirling her blades. "Sorry...I guess that was not really needed," She watched the black figure and as Ace got closer, she moved closer, placing herself between Ace and the stranger. From past and present observations, she knew that Ace had little combat experience. It would therefore be easier and safer for her to be the one to engage their... guest in close quarters combat. Funny how she instantly thought of Ace as... Not a friend, Ember didn't need friends, but an ally and that his cabin was... Not a home, but a headquarters if need be.

The mere thought of fighting and killing someone else made the dullness in her face fade. Her usually dull eyes sparkling like gleaming emeralds. Her long brown hair suddenly glossy and silky looking. The deadness in her body was gone. She looked like an avenging warrior goddess. There was a raging fire in her jewel-like eyes, and it was being stoked by the weakness in the stranger. Just like a cat responding to a darting mouse.

Ember was very... Alive at the moment.

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(I hope you alright. Though the way you put it sounds rather amusing. Can I ask where you are? Holiday?)

The Reprobate



"He's to deep into his sorrow to even notice. I doubt he'll give up the bottle anytime soon."


Faith blinked a few times, lashes long and feminine but covering a cold predictors irises. "Sorrow? Why?" She could not understand, he had not gone through such a thing as her. He could have easily found another group and lived on exactly like before, maybe better. Though she would be quickly replaced, most likely with a prettier, stronger and more compassionate Neco who would happily display her love for Aleph rather than hiding it under the rug.

The idea made her stomach twist.

"He still calls me Philip, though I doubt he knows my face beyond this armor."
"It's been almost 14 years since I've seen my girl. Makes me wonder who she looks like. Me? or her mother?"


"Hey I just ran into my...partne...frie....My...My Aleph after all this time, what says that you can't find your little girl?" The blonde reached for Oreron's metallic hand and held it lightly, even though she knew he was unable to feel her warmth. "Maybe soon you won't have to wonder anymore. You...we can still find her." The Reprobate smiled, feeling a little less like the Reprobate and more like old Faith. "Could you do me a favor? If you do, I promise to help you until you find your little girl."

She felt like she was blackmailing him out of old and horrific habit, but it was the truth. Faith needed to talk to Aleph, and she felt like Oreron could do with some hope pumping into him...

"Could you go tell him who I am?...I don't quite want to face him. It kind of hurts to find someone who you thought was long dead especially when you were..." The woman paused, inhaling heavily."As close as we were. I don't know how either of us will react. I'll await your return here, hopefully with him..."

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(Wouldn't let me tag characters for some weird reason. ._. Also I did this from my phone. I can't tell if it's long enough but I hope it is, and sorry. I'm not in town atm)
Mika Lilith Cheyenne



Mika slowly stood up and glared at the woman. The blonde seemed to be peaceful enough, but she had the look of a heartless predator.
"I'm fine. I'm alone. And I'm on the run." She said. She looked at the two Necos in front of her. She wasn't sure she could trust them, who knows if they were in anyway affiliated with those she fled from? But her lack of trust towards them could cause them to not trust her.
"My name is Cheyenne." She said as she shifted her weight from her right to her left and wiped her damp bangs from her face. "And I don't mean any harm to anyone." She looked at them then back the way she came. "Do you know how far we are from the city?"

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Oreron

Oreron sighed, looking toward the door and back. The voices where finally calming, finding the squeezing of his hand by faith soothing. "if anything, He'll probably need a good knock in the head before he finally gets it. But I think I can talk some sence into him." He said, now thinking of places that someone that small could hide.

He tapped the front of his helm in thought. Thinking of where a drunk would go, especially aleph. Seeing as mearly talking to him wouldn't work seeing as he had snapped at him not two minutes before he left. His head perked up, and made a sound that would be more akin to that of a cat interested in something.

He climbed over the bar, pulling out one of the many unopened bottled of booze and some old string and tied the string around the top of the bottle. "If he's as drunk and hazy as I suspect then he won't ask questions."

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(So sorry for the lack of posts. Is everyone back now? Lets get this thing back up and running)

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As Ember stepped forward, Ace swallowed hard causing his adams apple to bob uneasily in his throat. She looked like a completely different being; her stance was tall, confident and powerful. The Panther had awoken inside her bored body and began to rise again. The brunette looked stunning he had to admit, but to dangerous for her own good. The blonde slowly crept towards her, like dancing along the surface of a minefield.

At first Ace thought that she was simply hungry for bloodshed, but after a short while of wondering a idea shot into her mind. Was Ember protecting him? The thought was just too familiar. It seemed like something that....Jennifer would have done. "Please..." Ace found himself unable to speak to his ally in a stern voice; he was no leader. "Don't do anything irrational,"

"I'm fine. I'm alone. And I'm on the run."
"My name is Cheyenne."


Blondie managed a light smile and stepped forward, though maybe he was a little too quick to judge someone, he was pretty sure she was not lying. "Hear that Ember? Alone." He tried to sweet talk Ember away. "My name is Ace, this is Ember. Are you sure you are alright?" He asked, sounding very much like his younger softboy self. It seemed that things never change.

"And I don't mean any harm to anyone."
"Do you know how far we are from the city?"


"We are not here to harm you either..." Ace hoped that was the case anyway, but he was accompanied with a unpredictable brunette. The blonde tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, seemingly in deep thought. "You are neither far or close I guess. Just keep walking west...Could be a while upon foot though."

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Ember & Gabriel

Ember was disappointed in the sudden turn of events, but their conversation wasn't over yet, and there is still the possibility of it turning into a fight. Her ears were practically bleeding from the- City? She turned to stare at Ace, the light in her eyes changing. "City? What's City?" She mentally shook herself, and started to speak clearly yet rapidly. "I apologize, my companion and I have to leave, immediately." Ember quickly retreated back to the cabin.

When Ember entered the Cabin, Gabriel was still in his spot. His lower face still wrapped with the black creature. That is until Ember pulled it off him and he finally saw the change in her demeanor. "There's a city to the west." She held out his swords, and he traded her with her own bow. "Okay.... Let's go then." He placed his swords back onto his back, and walked out of the house.

Ember walked out after him. When they passed the tree line, they began to run.

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(Famished will do a little post of his locations and stuffs. I'm sure I can...convince him. ;3 If he takes a while feel free to small chat with Faith)
The Reprobate


"If anything, He'll probably need a good knock in the head before he finally gets it. But I think I can talk some sense into him..."

Faith smiled. A very honest, angelic, and warm smile that FAITH would have wore, not The Reprobate. "Thank you Oreron, thank you so much," It was as though she was being rebuilt once again as her old self, though the angry and red handed lioness still prowled inside her. It almost hurt, being two people at once, and at the same time it was thrilling. "I'll come with you and stay out of sight. I'm kind of curious as to what his reaction might be," She had no idea what she was anymore. She did not care. She just wanted her Aleph.

"You know, you tried to kill me once." The blonde whispered, turning towards the shelled creature. Despite her sentence the woman's expression showed no fear or madness, only a quiet sadness. "And I chased every Neco I saw, trying to steal away their life because I felt like they deserved it. Being honest I don't think that idea has been completely erased from my mind yet. However, you are still helping me out with mere kindness." Faith paused, pressing her lips into a fine line.

"Why do people have sudden changes of heart? Why are your hands not around my throat? Do you think Aleph's heart will have changed...for me. I mean."

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Where should he go now? The bar was no longer a choice, and he figured going to a separate bar would just make it easier for them to find him, so he didn't feel like going to one. Even though he still wanted booze, separating himself from others was the most important thing for him to do, for he was drunk and disgruntled, which may cause him to start a fight - something he wanted to avoid since he wasn't going to bode well with the intoxication clouding his mind and dulling his senses. So what would he choose to conceal himself in?

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GOD, this was hard! Why does he have to think and be drunk at the same time? That doesn't work! Everytime he tried to think of a good place to hide, his head just ached and throbbed with pain. It was a nuisance, one he'd rather be rid of than suffer any longer. Guess drinking for the entirety of the day will do that to you. This pain caused him to just simply sigh and pick a place at random. He had been walking for only a few minutes, but nobody would expect him to hide that close, right? Seemed like sound enough logic to him right now. Then again, anything that meant he wouldn't have to walk any further or think any harder did. That's why he chose the nearest convenience store to hide in. Sure it had windows everywhere, but he would be behind the shelves, near the booze so you wouldn't see him at first glance.

Aleph walked up to the closed glass doors that led to the store. Placing his hand on one, he gave it a tug but found it to be locked. Still, he pulled twice more, increasingly annoyed before finally giving up on that approach. His next option was, of course, to duck and walk through the broken glass of the door, which was probably broken in by some hoodlums or something a while ago. There was little doubt that most of the other items this store had once made a living off of was stolen long ago, but the beer might still be there. Nobody ever took the beer. But as he moved into the store, his should caught with a sharp piece of glass, cutting him just enough to make him bleed and tearing that particular piece of his shirt off to hang on the glass. "God damnit..." he muttered. The wound wasn't anything serious, but it did sting just a bit, which was irritating. Everything was just irritating. He gave little more than a grumble afterwards and proceeded to the back of the store to scavenge some booze, maybe.

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Aleph Banton


Where should he go now? The bar was no longer a choice, and he figured going to a separate bar would just make it easier for them to find him, so he didn't feel like going to one. Even though he still wanted booze, separating himself from others was the most important thing for him to do, for he was drunk and disgruntled, which may cause him to start a fight - something he wanted to avoid since he wasn't going to bode well with the intoxication clouding his mind and dulling his senses. So what would he choose to conceal himself in?

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GOD, this was hard! Why does he have to think and be drunk at the same time? That doesn't work! Everytime he tried to think of a good place to hide, his head just ached and throbbed with pain. It was a nuisance, one he'd rather be rid of than suffer any longer. Guess drinking for the entirety of the day will do that to you. This pain caused him to just simply sigh and pick a place at random. He had been walking for only a few minutes, but nobody would expect him to hide that close, right? Seemed like sound enough logic to him right now. Then again, anything that meant he wouldn't have to walk any further or think any harder did. That's why he chose the nearest convenience store to hide in. Sure it had windows everywhere, but he would be behind the shelves, near the booze so you wouldn't see him at first glance.

Aleph walked up to the closed glass doors that led to the store. Placing his hand on one, he gave it a tug but found it to be locked. Still, he pulled twice more, increasingly annoyed before finally giving up on that approach. His next option was, of course, to duck and walk through the broken glass of the door, which was probably broken in by some hoodlums or something a while ago. There was little doubt that most of the other items this store had once made a living off of was stolen long ago, but the beer might still be there. Nobody ever took the beer. But as he moved into the store, his should caught with a sharp piece of glass, cutting him just enough to make him bleed and tearing that particular piece of his shirt off to hang on the glass. "God damnit..." he muttered. The wound wasn't anything serious, but it did sting just a bit, which was irritating. Everything was just irritating. He gave little more than a grumble afterwards and proceeded to the back of the store to scavenge some booze, maybe.

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Oreron

Oreron's head lowered a bit at the memory. His anger and hate was great and at that point his sence of trust was nearly completely gone. He was bearly able to keep his own hatered under control. Any other neco would have cheered me own to kill you." He said, his raspy voice a bit hushed. "But I have no ill will against your kind. My time with my mate taught me kindness and compassion again. The thought of my daughter being alive keeps me from killing mindlessly anymore."

He tied the string around the neck of the filled bottle and cracked his neck some. The crack seemed to activated something in the armor by the sound of a sight ping sounded through the air. Soon the armor seemed to fold off and onto his back revealing a large male with the muculature of a man who have fought all of his life. He wore a tunic of high quality, seemingly untouched by the outside world until now and black pants with shoes that looked more like paws on his feet. His mouth was covered by a peice of cloth, but it didn't seem to hinder his speech.

"People have a change of heart in responce to their situation in my opinion." He shook his head, flipping long and messy black hair from out of his face. "You do not deserve death nor did you deserve the treatment you got from me back then and I apologize for that. From what I can gather from aleph." He paused for a moment and stood from his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I beleive he thinks that you are no longer alive. After I left you two on my search of Osanal, something must of happened to you two. "

Oreron sighed, the name of his daughter feeling a bit foreign to say at this time. He stood with the bottle and looked out the door, seemingly looking for where his drunken aquantance had gone. "If you don't mind my curiousity. But did you two have something more than just a partnership. Did he also not realize what you really were?"

(I'M BACK BABY! HAIL TO AATROX! : D ))

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POST COMBOOOOOO!

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Ace Tyrant


"City? What's City?"
"I apologize, my companion and I have to leave, immediately."

Ace tilted his head in a childlike manner, blue eyes narrowed with confusion. “Why? What’s so important about the city?” He asked, watching Embers expression light up with realization, opportunity, or fear; he was unable to comprehend what exactly had caught her attention though. “Why are you even here if you don’t have a clue where you are…Hey! Listen to me!” The brunette began to head back to the cabin in a hurry, and with a wave of hand ordering the stranger to remain where she was, he followed after her. “I’ll come back, just…wait. I’ll help you.”

The blonde’s steps were clumsy as he ran, but it kind of matched his appearance and personality. It was almost as though Ace had been plucked from a book, what with his perfect blonde-hair-blue-eyed-boy looks and naïve heart. He reached the house and found both her and her white haired companion Gabriel had already left. As cruel as it sounded, he felt abandoned. The assholes had left without a single explanation. Exactly like Jennifer.

He turned to Owlsa with a sigh, stroking the blonde strands from his eyes. “I’m guessing they did not say anything before they went.” He paused, pressing a finger to his lips and deciding what to do next. “How about we rest here for a while and then follow after them to the city? a steady walk of course. Though it is up to you of course.” Ace waved a hand for her to follow him back out in to the forest before reuniting with Cheyenne.

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The Reprobate


"Any other Neco would have cheered me own to kill you."
"But I have no ill will against your kind. My time with my mate taught me kindness and compassion again. The thought of my daughter being alive keeps me from killing mindlessly anymore."


At that point her eyes began to glisten with tears. She wanted nothing more for Oreron to find his daughter, for he was most certainly a man who deserved happiness. She found it impossible to find any words to slide from her tongue and so she just smiled. Faith wished that she had held onto Aleph's survival instead of losing the plot. The blonde guessed it was simply because Oreron was just stronger then herself in all ways.

"You do not deserve death nor did you deserve the treatment you got from me back then and I apologize for that.""

At that point she laughed aloud, shaking her head with still soft pair of curled lips on her pleasant face. She approached the male who had just removed his armor, displaying someone who looked completely different, but Faith still had the same thoughts and feelings for. The woman pressed her fingers against his lips before stating, "You have shown me more than enough kindness to repay for the little incident."

"I believe he thinks that you are no longer alive. After I left you two on my search, something must of happened to you two. "

The Reprobates expression grimaced. "A bombing separated us. Not really a lot to tell." She sighed, voice low and unpleasant. "This war is not fixing anything, just tearing people apart."

"If you don't mind my curiosity. But did you two have something more than just a partnership. Did he also not realize what you really were?"

Faith found herself blushing and smiling like a 13 year old with a boy crush. "Well, I'm pretty sure you have worked out we were closer than friends. It was never really confirmed, and being honest I only realized I loved him after we departed. It drove me insane." The blonde exited the door and waved for the male to follow. "We slept together once...N..not like that! I remember waking up and feeling the remaining warmth of his arms around me. Still, I thought he never viewed me in that way until today. He called me his "mate" but...we....we were not."

"Your senses are better than my own. Do you have any idea where he has headed? I will follow...."

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Marishka

Marishka followed Gabriel and Ember, until they disappeared into the trees. She was contemplating tracking them, but then Ace appeared, and she decided to follow him. He was after all the least likely one to kill or torture her. She stared down at Mika, her eyes becoming very anime-like. She had thought some Necos would be less mean or scary looking, but she was wrong, of course. They were all very mean looking. Except for Ace. The man-boy was very... much like her younger brother. Except her younger brother was nine. He was also blonde. She suddenly realized that she did look a lot like Ace. Him being a blonde, and her also being one. She was shorter and of course she had a more feminine look. Marishka really did share enough features with Ace to look like his sister. Huh, that could really help.... She thought as her smile suddenly became friendly. She walked up to Ace's side, and stared down at Mika. "Who did you find, Brother?" She laughed on the inside, the only sign of this was the look in her eyes that spoke of laughter and child-like look of evil. The new energy caused her to pull out a small throwing knife, its handle black with a chinese inscription on it. It obviously didn't belong to her.

Gabriel & Ember

Gabriel heard Ace call out behind them, his voice already faint and weak. Weak or faint, it was enough to stop Gabriel. He watched as Ember stopped also, turning to look back at him. "What?" Her dead voice brought a feeling on him that felt... Wrong. It told him something was wrong, and it did occur to him that he was off balanced. Unsettled, he began to check all his pockets and stopped when he felt for the knife hidden on his shoulder. Empty. He gritted his teeth and felt his stomach drop, and his right arm fall limp, as if it were decapitated. And of course it was. His favorite throwing knife was gone. "One of my tools... is missing." His voice was filled with restrained rage. Who would dare to steal one of his knives?

Gabriel whipped around and was practically half way back to the cabin when Ember's instincts kicked in. She ran after him.

Gabriel burst from the trees and jumped through the door, his eyes searching past Owsla for his knife. When that search didn't suffice, he bolted out of the house and ran into Ace. He snarled and reacted instinctively by rolling back to his feet and yanking out his staff turned spear, its dangerous end pointed toward Ace.

When Ember arrived at the site, she was suprised but also very... Something. It was something she was feeling that kept her from reacting to the scene like a soldier. It was a pinching feeling in her gut, and it... Made her slightly angry. She didn't what she was feeling, and she wanted it gone. So, she reacted with a very flat and cold voice. "What are you doing, Gabriel?"

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Oreron nodded, rotateing his shoulders from the stiffness he felt from them. It wasn't the first time he had been out of the suit, but it had been a long while since then. He motioned his head outside the door and walked out, though swaying somewhat. It felt somewhat odd to be standing upright again, even if the armor restricted him to walking like an animal it was still good to feel like he wasn't one again.

"I know about you two sleeping together. I was there, remember? One of you kicked me somewhat." He said with a rare jest in his voice. Her blushing amused him, but his eyes were focused around the ruined city. The tracker in him coming through.

"As for our drunken friend, he's probably looking for something to drink again. From the looks of it, he'll even follow a drink if he's drunk enough." he said, holding up the bottle. "That's where this comes in." He looked up at the ledges of the building, his eyes darting back and forth.

"How good is your balance?"

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The feral girl tilted her head to the side at Gabrial's sudden departue. She snarled a bit, unhappy that her curiousity about the woman wasn't sated and started to wander the cabin a bit. Soft and coushy items were forigen to her. A couch, a kitchen anything that made a home wasn't something he was used to almost to the point of being completely alien. She poked around a bit, but soon became bored and frestrated from her lack of knowlege of everything.

She sat back on the floor, snapping her head to attention at the sudden noise of ace coming in. She still had her knife in on her, sheathed on her back. However, this male hadn't turned out to be a threat.

Yet.

She tilted her head to the side at his question. "Something about something happening in the city but I don't know." She said, turning around to face the wall. She closed her eyes and started taking deep breaths, the feeling on uneasiness settling in her gut. Something was off. She didn't know if it was one of the others or something else. but something felt...off. "A city means bandits. But also supplies i guess. I don't wann-"

The noise of the door opening suddenly caused her to jump and screech in a mix of fear and rage. Her large knife quickly unsheathed and blade at the intruder. Her eyes wide and wild with fear. She had a stance that looked odd for a neco, down on all fours as if restraned by something but able to move all the same. A stance that was familiar to some.

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"I know about you two sleeping together. I was there, remember? One of you kicked me somewhat."

Faith grinned widely, trailing after him looking a little bit dazed. "Oh yeah, though I did not realize at the time as I had never seen you out of your shell. Sorry by the way, I know I...yeah...I reacted badly." She explained, speaking as though they had spent a huge amount of time together, when in fact this was only their 3rd or 4th meeting. "Can I ask you what me and Aleph looked like in bed? S..sorry just..." The blonde giggled lightly to finish her sentence.

"As for our drunken friend, he's probably looking for something to drink again. From the looks of it, he'll even follow a drink if he's drunk enough."
"That's where this comes in."


The woman glared up at the building, her own pupils analyzing the ledge before nodding lightly. "Do you think he is close?" She asked before taking a step backwards.

"How good is your balance?"


"Purrfect..."

The Reprobate laughed before hurling herself forward and basically leaping up onto the roof by pouncing from the cracks in the brickwork with all the elegance of a feline before landing perfectly upon the top. "I have spent the last few years living in treetops! Care to impress me?" She stated with bright feral eyes as she took a rather suggestive bow.

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(I have messaged Shade, if she/he does not reply soon we will have to move on. Though I hope that does not happen :c Lol I keep getting confused where people are. I guess it is kind of my fault. Everyone expect Owlsa is outside, and Owlsa is inside watching. I fucked up lol. Just respond to anything.)
Ace Tyrant


"Who did you find, Brother?"

Marishka spoke, catching his attention and so he turned to her with his usual soft and bubbly grin. "Oh Hello...Sister?" The youth blinked, deciding not to questions her odd nickname for him. In fact he found it kind of sweet. "This is Cheyenne. Hey! Stop!" He shouted sternly, before reaching out and swiftly grabbing her knife hand. Ace then realized she was joking and released her slowly, eyes sarcastically wide with a glare that said 'What the hell do I do with you?'

SLAM.

Ace turned towards to noise to find a white blurr entering his cabin. Of course he registered the being to be Gabriel but with the mood he seemed to be in and the young girl still inside, it made the blonde dash towards the house. "Hey! HEYY!!!..." Owlsa reacted badly twirled into a defensive position, a stance that Ace knew off. His mind automatically clicked to the odd feral creature thing that he and Jennifer had "befriended" once, though the man mainly just creeped him out. Ace decided it would not be best to speak up about this and so let the thought settle in his mind.

The male then pounced towards him, face furious and hot with anger. Ace flinched as Gabriel drew his spear, letting out a quiet moan of fear as it stopped just before his neck. However, after that he managed to swallow his panic and replace it with disgrace. The blonde grabbed the weapon by the part just before the blade and held it steady so he could not force it forward to slit his neck. "What the hell?..." He spat. The fact that Gabriel had just turned on him like this for no reason was not courageous, just rude.

"What are you doing, Gabriel?"

Ace kept his head forward, but his pupils turned to Ember, softening as he met her expression. She clearly knew as much of what was going on as he did. "Seems your friend here does not like me! Any idea why? Cause I don't."

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Ember was staring at Gabriel, her green eyes narrowed to slits. Her attention focused on Gabriel, until she saw a flash of black metal at the corner of her eyes. She turned and her dead gaze became stormy and territorial. Her eyes fixed on Marishka holding Gabriel favored throwing knife. She held out her hand.

Marishka was watching Gabriel, and hadn't realized what all the commotion was about until Ember held out her hand. She smiled sheepishly and held it out to her.

Ember took it from the blonde girl and replied with a very icy voice. "A Warrior's most prized weapon is as important as any limb. Stealing one would usually get you tortured." She walked over to Gabriel and gently pushed his spear down. She then yanked one of his hand from his weapon and placed his knife on it.

Gabriel blinked several times and his red eyes finally cleared as he gripped the knife.

Ember also pushed him back a bit, and took a step between him and Ace. Somewhat unsure that the danger was over.

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The urge to run was hot with owsla, to be quick and potentially trap them in the cabin running through her mind. She watched at Ace fought of the intruder, but started to to sneak around behind them. She watched the cold woman closely, moving into a small hiding spot where she could jump out and on her if need be.

This was her reality. Neco rage and hostility, tension anywhere and anywhere. Even to the point where she could crave the air with her knife. She started to mutter to herself, her hand shaking with a cocktail of rage, fear and uncerenty. "Om tare tuttare ture savah...om tare tuttare ture savah...." repeating the phrase under her breath as she shifted a bit to see.

Something about this woman...still rubbed her the wrong way.

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"You've been busy over these few years haven't you." Oreron said simply as he grabbed the wall and launched himself onto the roof of the building. As viscious and near feral oreron was at times, he was still as he was all those years ago at heart when he desserted: level headed and kind enough to pay a favor back and then some. Even if it was to someone that he should have killed on the spot by the standards of other necos.

His eyes scanned the buildings around the one they were on. tapping his claw-like nails on his sides until his eyes focused on one building. It looked like a store, and were there was a store there was aleph's new favorite drink. "There." He said pointing at the building in question. "Anywhere this elixer is, he will surely follow if he's drunk enough."

He started walked toward the back of the building, trying to judge the distance from the one they where standing on to the store. "You think I can jump it?"

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((So sorry, forgot to tell you I was going hiking. Blargh. Gimmie a sec and I'll post))

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"You've been busy over these few years haven't you."

"You could say t..that..." Faith laughed nervously, her head suddenly thudding with pain and the world becoming a blur and spinning in loops around her. The building appeared much larger than it seemed and so she sat down to give herself balance, catching a glimpse of her palms as she did so. They were soaked in thick crimson blood which dripped off the edge and onto Orerons cheek below. The woman began the shriek aloud, voice echoing along the area and she began to furiously shake the liquid off her hands.

When she looked again, the blood was gone. It was clear she had been hallucinating but to Faith...to the Reprobate it felt so real. The blondes eyes were still wide with fear, but she continued as though nothing had happened. The woman watched Oreron fling himself up with ease and managed to nod at his skills. She then dusted off her own body, unable to look at her own clammy fingertips again.

"There."
"Anywhere this elixir is, he will surely follow if he's drunk enough."


Faith turned to where the male pointed and nodded once again. "Good. I hope he takes this well..." She whispered, thoughts buzzing around her mind like a swarm of wasps. The pair of them glared at the gap between the two buildings, evaluating and planning carefully. She recoiled backwards ready for a run up.

"You think I can jump it?"

"Well if a pathetic Sapien like me can, I'm pretty sure you can." She stated before leaping to the next building that contained Aleph flawlessly. The angelic woman then pointed to a tear in the roof. "Climb in from there and confront him, I'll find a way to watch. Goodluck! And thank you so much..."

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Ace watched as Ember returned Gabriels weapon that Marishka had got her hands on, whether it being accidental or not the blonde did not exactly know. His eyes then wandered back to the white haired male ahead of him who's weapon was still raised until the brunette came along and pushed it from his throat. The male roared with anger, his blue iris's lighting up with a kind of emotion that Ace normally would not display to anyone. It just simply was not in his nature. However this asshole had pissed him off.

"A Warrior's most prized weapon is as important as any limb. Stealing one would usually get you tortured."

"Why the hell did you make assumptions at me!" The blonde spat violently, gritting his teeth tightly. "Do you have a problem with me Gabriel? I have no idea why because I have done nothing to you!..." He then turned to Marishka, seeing her expression to maybe display a little fearful, he became defensive. "Don't turn this round on her either. She clearly did not mean it. Sorry that the little child lost his toy!" Ace also noted that Owlsa had fled too, causing more trouble for himself to go searching later on. Gabriel just seemed to be screwing up something that had started out as a amazing experience...

At that point Ember stepped between the pair, maybe forcing Ace to snap back into his normal soft hearted self. She had that affect on him...just like Jennifer had.