[center][color=f7976a][h2][color=ed1c24]Rueyn aka The Reaper[/color][/h2]
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[color=ed1c24][i]Noise... always so much noise... Shut the fuck up, all of you.[/i][/color]

Rueyn met Ameliya's eyes and gave a nod in return, tilting her horned redhead in hello. She noted that she seemed to have been tased recently, her hair was a bit staticky and stuck up in ways it didn't normally.

[color=ed1c24]"I'm guessing you put one in his place and he didn't like that,"[/color] she observed, the question mark unspoken.

She then gave a loud, demonic rumble of appreciation as the air cleared up from the unholy miasma that seemed to permeate this place, replaced by the smell of thunder and lightning, and she had a feeling she knew who did it, but she wasn't sure wether to directly thank her. Eh, she would just be herself about it. There was no need to pretend or make an attempt unless someone else did and even then she didn't trust them until she was sure she knew what the long con was, if there was one.

[color=ed1c24]"Ozone smells so much better than the filth that usually passes for filtered air in this shithole,"[/color] she commented, voice rumbling and distorted by the mask, then turned to look at the girl with the muzzle, who had her hands clasped together in classic beggar fashion, asking if she could have the food that she wasn't eating.

[color=ed1c24][I]So, that's the Devourer. That's an interesting form she chose for herself, perhaps it reflects how young she really is. The muzzle must frustrate her, I could relate, once-upon-a-fucked-up-time.[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Be my guest,"[/color] she leaned forward and nonchalantly handed over the tray of slop that they insisted on giving her every time, no matter how many times she dumped it into the trash or gave it away to whoever wasn't pissing her off. [color=ed1c24]"They insist on giving me this shit when I don't even need to eat unless I want to. Aye, here, bet you haven't tried this yet."[/color]

In a rare moment of unexpected civility and perhaps even friendliness, she slipped a handful of cube-shaped ginger candies from seemingly nowhere and onto the tray as she gave it over to the girl. Romanov meanwhile, watched her prisoner intently, on edge waiting for the moment she might need to step in and calm the reaper before she got violent, but relaxed a little when she saw that Ruyn was merely sharing her ginger. Not entirely out of character for her (Romanov had been offered some a few times), but most wouldn't know that.

[color=ed1c24]"Conversations of strength and weakness and who can fuck up who better is fucking useless. There will always be someone or a group of someones who can and will kick your ass. Save your breath so I don't have to smell it, along with every other jackass's unwashed armpits, genitals, rotting teeth, and shit-crusted ass cheeks. Even Death demons don't smell like rotting corpses. No offense, Randolph. 'Least you've a valid reason for it."[/color]

Ahh There was the Reaper that she knew best.

Rueyn ended her piece by removing her mask with her bone-colored claw-tipped hand to set it on her thigh, revealing the exposed bones and wicked, long fangs and serrated teeth. The scar that ran above her left eye apparently had been so deep that even her cheekbone bore scoring, and judging by the slightly darker color in the groove, it was an old one. She opened her wicked jaws to pop some of the ginger cubes into her mouth, the flash of a pierced forked tongue as she did so.

Rueyn had learned that this face of hers was actually an advantage in this kind of environment, and did it every so often to remind people that she was not human, not bound by human limitations and was still capable of ripping you to shreds, without her powers.
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