Chrys

Rerun: Blackguards!

Fleshed her out a little bit hehe

Character Sheet

Ruby

Character Name

Ruby Bordell

Race

Banshee

Gender

Female

Age

26

Appearance

With pale white skin and long white, straggly hair, she could be easily mistaken for a fresh corpse if it wasn't for the blood-red eyes that bore into anyone who met her. Her eyes are usually the first thing people notice about her, especially when she tends to hide in the shadows and the glow of the red is the only thing one can see.

Otherwise, her physique is not remarkable. She is slightly smaller than average, has a thin build, and has no real muscle tone.

Personality

Ruby appears to be very quiet and hidden, though most of this is probably due to her muteness. She might not take the stage often, preferring to manipulate and organise the situation from the background and let others truly shine. She would rather wait until death is certain and then step out to the light to show her true colours.

Just because she is mute does not mean she doesn't have opinions, though. Tiring easily of those people who can't interpret her gestures and true intentions. She tends to like very few people because of this, and those that she does like, she tends to bond intensely with and act like their protector from the dark. It's exactly why you might occasionally find her fiddling with a small and dead dried violet in her hands.

Background

Many wonder how a banshee comes along, and one can be created or born in many ways. However, in Ruby's case, it was that her mother had tried so hard to hide her pregnancy from the madam at the brothel that she ended up causing not only her death but also her child's. Well... almost.

A small, pale, and undead child, Ruby lived and worked around the brothel, doing small tasks in the shadows until she was of age. Unlike most trainees, she wasn't brought in front of the customers, as all her appearance did was tend to scare them. Instead, she learned the skills of a physician and a musician. Tending to the cares of the women in the household and playing music from the shadows, Ruby did well for herself, all things considered.

The only real thing that seemed to catch her up was, well, the fact that she was a banshee. She couldn't help the fact that she knew when someone was going to die; she couldn't help the scream that would come screeching from her mouth at the sight of them. Leaving her hiding from the people who were terrified of her, no words being uttered from her, as she lived in the shadows.

This was her life until around her 20s when things were becoming increasingly obvious to the young woman. Many of the injuries that she treated on her fellow sisters were not naturally caused but were caused by bad habits by customers. Customers that all the escorts agreed they would be better off without but could not turn away.

Ruby took matters into her own hands, trailing the often drunk and disorderly men down the dark alleyways, pushing them gently in the right direction of their fate. Towards a runaway horse, a slick staircase, or, in the most desperate situations, just in the way of her knife. Finally, as fate seemed to accept her terms, she would take a deep, enthralling breath as their death was sealed.

There she sang to them, in a language no one had ever been able to place, so lullingly soft and beautiful, entrancing them as she pulled away their life force. She had started to defend her sisters, but the more she participated, the more addicting it got.

She had seen justice done to dozens of patrons before the law even caught wind of her. Another handful died at her hands before they finally found her, hidden in the shadows of the whore house. Clamping on the metal binds, she surrendered silently as she looked up at them with glowing red eyes that bored into them and saw into their lifelines.

She just had to wait... everyone died, eventually.

Talents

• Phasing through walls made of wood or stone
• Moves eerily quiet
• Seems to become one with the shadows while hiding
• Precognition (knowing when people are going to die)
• Sonic screams (high amplitude)
• Death song (pulls their life force into her)
• Supernatural detection
• Ages very slowly
• Basic physician skills

Flaws

• Selectively mute (except for death song, which is in a language she doesn't even know)
• Death song only works when she can tell they are about to die
• Not a strong physical fighter
• Can't phase through metal or glass
• Doesn't like being touched

Equipment

• One dried flower, a violet
• One knife looks like a basic but sharp kitchen knife

Miscellaneous

• Even though Ruby does not talk, she still makes sounds like humming or groans.
• Surprisingly skilled at the psaltery

Hope you like her 😁

Rerun: Blackguards!

Would a banshee (or half banshee) who hates waiting for the forewarned death and therefore just moves fate along a little faster count? XD

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Rueyn aka The Reaper

@SrslyAnArtist

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Kanata aka The Storm

@ZephyrHope

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Ameliya aka Inferna

@Perse

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Julia aka The Black Death

@Silver Carrot

The door to Cian’s Cuts opened and Julia walked through the door first, Rue behind her. Julia waved and smiled. “Hi, I’m here for an app-I mean I don’t have an appointment but I’m here for a haircut and color.” Being the first person Julia had talked to outside both the prison and the sanctuary for over half a year, her social skills and patter with strangers were clearly rusty.

Rue looked at the receptionist and asked, “Is Cian in today?”

“Aye,” the brunette at the front desk replied. “She’s free now, actually, just cleaning up her station from her last client. If you go in she’ll see you right away.”

Rue nodded and led Julia into the salon part of the building, noting how clean and modern it looked now compared to the last time she’d been there, with at least four stations along the back wall and three along the front windows. The far right one was unoccupied, a rather tall woman with reddish brown hair in waves to her shoulders sweeping up blonde hair off the floor around the barber chair and vanity desk with the row of lights around the mirror attached to it.

“Oi,” the woman paused in her sweeping and looked up with stormy sea green eyes, her gaze immediately landing on Rue and Julia, and a large grin stretched across her face, showing off a set of sharp upper canine teeth. “By my fangs, Rueyn Grimm is that ye? Where the hell have ye been for the last two decades?” The Irish accent that came out as she spoke was thick but still understandable as she waved them over with the broom still in one hand while the other held the long-handled dustpan.

Rue guided Julia over and began the process of introducing them with, “Well, it’s a long sad story but prison, for one. Finally got out. Cian, this is Julia, Julia, this is Cian. Cian is a longtime friend of mine and great with a pair of hair scissors.”

“Pleasure to meet ye,” Cian replied, smiling at Julia. “I’d shake yer hand but mine are busy at the moment. Let me finish sweeping up and then I’ll see what it is ye need.”

“That’s alright,” Julia responded in what the Irish vampire would recognize as a light, diluted Scottish accent. “I can’t really…shake hands anyway.” She stared down at her gloved hands, slightly melancholy. She really hoped that Kanata could teach her a way to regulate and control her powers. She looked back up at Cian. “I was thinking maybe something short to medium, and I’d like to be blonde. I’m starting a whole new chapter of my life and I want to look like a completely different person, you know?”

“Och, aye,” Cian nodded at Julia as she emptied the dustpan into the trash and set it and the broom aside. “I feel ye, I can definitely do that. Oi, do ye happen to be from the highlands? I recognize the accent but it’s faint, and ‘ere, come sit, please.” She patted the back of the barber chair with pointed red nails, smiling as she got her scissors and a fine-toothed comb in her hand.

“I’ll style yer hair and then I’ll dye it blonde, waste less product and it’s easier ta see the way it sits that way.”

Rue decided to take that as the cue to sit on the windowsill, arms crossed as she played with one ragged split end of her hair as she watched them interact.

Julia sat down, already starting to smile. “Glasgow. Not that you can really tell anymore after so long of talking to Americans. Naw like am a pure wee ned ahnymeir.” She giggled to herself after putting on a cartoonish Glaswegian accent for that sentence.

Cian laughed as she settled the barber cape comfortably around Julia’s neck, carefully placing her hair above it and gently combing it out with the fine-toothed comb and her fingernails with practiced hands.

“I like ye, I’m from Dublin meself,” she grinned as she gently placed her fingers under Julia’s chin and met the other woman’s eyes in the vanity mirror with a fanged smile as she imagined which cut would best fit her face. “Glasgow, though, I’ve been there and I have ta say I liked it though the people there could be pretty drab at times. Lively when the food is good and the ale keeps coming though,” she added with a chuckle. “I think a bob that's short in the back but long in the front would be pretty damn hot, wouldn’t ye?”

Cian gathered up the back parts of Julia’s hair to give a quick faux-effect to demonstrate what she meant before saying, “What say ye, Julia, lass?”

With Cian’s comments about Glasgow being drab but having good ale, Julia tried to place when the last time Cian visited was. The 70’s? Possibly earlier? She glanced at the mirror to try and catch Cian’s reflection but of course, it was just Julia reflected back. Right. Vampire. Still, to look so young but be so long-lived, Julia felt slightly jealous.

Looking at the proposed length and cut, Julia nodded. “A bob would be cute! I think if you made the edges really soft it’d look chic and retro. Make them too sharp, it could verge on Karen-y with my face. I’m not a natural smiler.”

“Aye, I was thinking I’d make the cut a gradual one so as to not contrast starkly with yer face and make ye look bad,” Cian agreed. “Now, keep ye head still as possible for me please while I spray yer hair down a bit so it’s easier ta cut.” Cian began the process of styling Julia’s hair by getting it damp so it would lay straight. She then began cutting away small bits at first as she trimmed the dead ends, then she started to actually style it.

“So,” Cian began as she was cutting away. “What brought ye to America, Julia?”

“Well,” Julia started, giving Rue a nervous glance, unsure how much she should divulge, before the television in the corner did her job for her.

“Today’s top stories; There was an attempted breakout at Thornwood Asylum earlier today,” droned the reporter, showing helicopter footage of the asylum along with several faces scrolling across the screen. One of them was clearly Julia’s. Another one was Rueyn. Julia blushed and coughed awkwardly.

“If you could make me look nothing like that picture,” she sheepishly joked. The reason for this visit was now becoming apparent.

“Aye, I got no problem with that,” Cian replied with a wry smile. Rue matched her wry expression with a grimace of her own, serrated teeth showing beneath the currently humanoid face she wore so as to not draw as much attention as her regular skeletal face did, especially now that it was plastered on the news stations around the country.

The bell’s chime announced Ameliya’s entrance into the store, and not even bothering to talk to the receptionist she strode straight over towards the small group. Turning to see what everyone else was looking at, she was in time to see the newscaster declare the second top story of the day.

"Death and destruction swept through the city today as a bank was left massacred with an unknown body count thanks to the massive amount of blood and limbs strung around the bank. Nobody was left alive, unfortunately, and the cops have no leads as whoever committed such an atrocity seemingly knocked out all the cameras before anything began," shifting the scene to two people standing in another location, the news anchor talked to them. "and on the other front of destruction, a city block decimated from a spontaneous fire. Here's Jeff with more on that."

"Yes, thank you, I'm here with a man who said he witnessed the fire begin and his story on trying to escape,” passing the microphone to a young African American male, "Aw, yeah, so I was going to the rooftop to smoke cause my lady don't like us smoking inside with our kids and I came to the top and found the door locked. Which isn't normal as I go up there almost every day to smoke so I tried pushing on the door and then I started to hear noises."

"What kind of noises did you hear?" The anchor asked before the man continued.

"I heard people fucken! I don't know who was going at it but whoever was giving it was givin it good. That woman was loud! Like dude I heard so much slamming against things first I heard em on the left side, then the right side like they fucked across the building rooftop. I swear I heard 'em above the door at some point. They must have been on that kinky shit cause I heard her screaming ‘choke me harder’ and I was like holy shit I gotta get out there and record. Man, but I wasn't able to, cause I smelt fire and realized whoever was fucking was going so hard they must have done to much of that kinetic energy from his dick and started a fire. So I boosted. Left everyone behind. You know? Save myself first and foremost, oh, and my kids. Lost the wife in the fire which is a plus. Single dad here, if any bitches wanna fuck my number is-"

Being cut off the television cut to technical difficulties as everyone watched.

Staring with wide eyes, a bright blush grew on her cheeks before she quickly tried to move the attention from the vivid images on screen, “You think we got time for me to get my sidecut fixed?”

Cian looked at the two redheads, the brunette who was in her barber chair and about to go blond, and said with a hint of laughter in her voice, “Ye all are fucking wild and crazy. Yeah, we got time, I’ll speed it up so ye can get the fuck outta here.”

When she finished cutting Julia’s hair, Cian fluffed it out, combed and brushed any and all of the loose hairs out of it, made sure Julia liked it, and then began the process of separating the woman’s hair into chunks and dyeing it a soft, platinum blonde that would go well with her skin tone. She left the foil in Julia’s hair and said, “Ye let that sit and do its job while I fix these two up, and then I’ll rinse ye out, aye?”

She pointed a finger at each redhead and told them, “I do nae care which of ye goes next, but be quick about it.”

Julia sat at the designated chair, and now that she was doing nothing but waiting, she took this time to notice Ameliya was there. Julia raised her eyebrow. “I hope the opening I gave you didn’t go to waste. You’re here pretty quickly. What’s up?” she asked her.

Looking towards the loud Irish woman and then back to Rue who had made no movement to get up, Ameliya smiled at the hairdresser, “Looks like it’s my turn.”

Sitting down in the seat next to Julia, she took a moment to look at the mess of her hair in the mirror before sighing and talking to Cian, “I need a fix-up real bad. I am thinking of a 2.5 clipper for the side cut and just a clean-up on the split ends.” Looking over to Rue for a moment she then attempted to be more polite about it and looked towards Cian to say, “but, Rue says you’re the best so I will trust you know what you’re doing.”

Turning back to the mirror, that was when Ameliya heard Julia speak up and as an instant response, her cheeks started to tint a light shade of red. “We talked,” was all that Ameliya replied, both unsure if she wanted to talk about her conversation with Kanta and unsure about what had actually just happened.

"Damn right I'm the best," Cian twirled her comb in her fingers with a smile full of pride and joy at the compliment. She began to run her hands through Ameliya’s hair, fluffing it up, before commenting, “But, Aye, I think ye be right, that's exactly what ye need. I can see that ye used to have a decent side cut," she said, switching to the spray bottle to spritz her hair before running a comb through. Looking at her from both sides she said, "Though yer line needs redefining and yer ends need a trim unless ye want it shorter than it is?"

“Keep it at the same length,” Ameliya said nonchalantly, but she smiled hearing that the hairdresser add some notes about how she was going to do her hair. It seemed Rue was correct about her being good.

Rue's ears twitched as the sound of a bell rang and she turned her head to see a familiar face. A small mischievous smile crept onto her face as she started to talk loudly.

"So, Ameliya,"Rue drawled, leaning back into her chair and staring at her. "You know we haven't really seen you two actually talk since you've gotten here. And knowing the two of you," her spine shivered with awkwardness as she tried not to imagine it, trying to get the words out. "You definitely didn't fuck. Cmon, spill it to us, no secrets between sisters in arms? I wanna know what made my father say you're a couple now." She grinned, showing off her wicked, serrated teeth.

Looking at Rue with a side eye as her hair started to be worked on, Ameliya seemed to be growing a brighter and brighter shade of red with each word her fellow demon friend said. Though as soon as she heard Rue mention that she somehow knew they were supposedly a couple now, her hair under the tender care of Cian instantly lit up flames and she whipped around to stare at Rue. Staring wide-eyed at the large smile that greeted her, she instantly refuted her, “I never agreed to that.”

Cian swore softly as her fingertips turned bright red with heat from the redhead’s fiery hair, and Rue gave her friend a raised eyebrow in response to her reaction. Cian took a second to grab the spray bottle and spritzed her fingertips with it, the color returning to their normal pale color after a few sprays, and she returned to working on Ameliya’s hair with only, “Got a temper on ye, don’t ye lass.”

After a moment, she started to realize exactly how she had reacted and if even possible, blushed even brighter than before. Taking in a deep breath, her hair started to return to its normal state before she gave Cian a sheepish smile. Glaring back at Rue from the corner of her eyes, she started, “He seems to think we are.” Then after a beat of silence, she finally added, “I don’t know what we are.”

“Sounds to me that talk of yours raised more questions than answers, then,” Rue replied, eyeballing her friend without bothering to hide her amusement, though she did her best to tone it down so that poor Cian’s fingertips didn’t get burned again. “I personally find it awkward to have my friend and my father be fucking each other around me, but anyone with fucking eyeballs can see you have feelings for one another, so maybe… act on it? I don’t know, do something other than you know, burn my building down?”

Rue then shifted and leaned forward, elbows on her knees and hands clasped together in a serious manner as she said to Ameliya, “The last time I was with my father he rarely smiled and that was a long time ago. Even when he did, it felt distant, like he was there but his mind was elsewhere. He has been more happy with you than I've ever seen him and that is honestly saying something.”

Keenly listening, Ameliya’s blushing face started to slowly transform into a sullen expression. She wasn’t so sure about what to do but, the more she listened to Rue the more she came to the conclusion that this was going to end terribly when he realized who she really was. Sure she might be but beautiful and deadly, but what he had seemingly yet to see so far is that she was unloveable. She was a weapon and that was all she was created to be.

“He’s made a mistake,” she muttered out loud to herself more than anyone else.

With a heavy sigh the woman sitting at the waiting bench got up and said out loud, "Sorry, I have other business to take care of." Leaving in a quick exit.

“What makes you say that?” Julia leaned forward in her seat. “You like him, he likes you. I’ve seen that you make each other happy. Don’t need to formalize it, and it doesn’t need to be more complicated than that for now.”

Leaning forward, her mind no longer on her haircut, Ameliya put her head in her hands before dragging her hands down her face with a small groan. Looking toward Julia, she thought for a moment about how they both had similar issues with hurting people before sighing and admitting, “I wasn’t made for this.”

Leaning back into the seat, she gave a small bitter smile and stated, “You don’t love a dagger.”

Rue scoffed at Ameliya’s words and narrowed her eyes as she said to her, “Don’t love a dagger my fucking ass. A dagger may be sharp, aye. A dagger may end up stabbing you if you mishandle it or aren’t careful, or if someone decides to wield it against you, aye, but a dagger is a beautiful, deadly weapon that can save your life if you take proper care of it. I don’t fucking know about you, but I have loved every single one of my daggers, even after they cut me because guess fucking what? A dagger is sharp for a reason, Ameliya, don’t let its sharpness deter you from doing what you know in your heart to be right, even if your mind is scared of it.”

There was a moment of silence that hung in the air after Rue had stopped talking, as Ameliya stared into the mirror before a chuckle escaped from her lips. Even if her mind wanted to reject what she was being told, she couldn’t deny there was some truth to her words. In the end, she wasn’t sure if she was made to love or to be loved but, that didn’t stop her from wanting it. A small smile played on her lips before she asked, “I …really make him happy?”

“Aye,” Rue nodded, a smile upon her lips that made the scar that ran from above her left eyebrow and down to her cheekbone crinkle. “You make him the happiest I have ever seen him, and I was with him for two decades as a child, that’s a very long time for my kind. I want to continue to see that happiness in him, Ameliya. So far, you’re the only one who gives him that.” She was honestly a little envious of the fact that this other woman with fiery powers made her father so happy when even the fact that his own daughter was alive barely elicited a smile from him but considering what she knew of his own past, she couldn’t hold it against her.

“I doona mean ta interrupt this tender moment, lassies,” Cian’s Irish brogue lilted out. “But I would like ta finish up ye hair, Ameliya, lass. If ye doona mind.”The vampire grinned good-naturedly as she held up her scissors and an electric set of clippers that she had gotten from somewhere whilst they had been talking.

Sparks rose off of Ameliya as she quickly sat back on the chair and attempted to nonchalantly cross her legs. In all the fuss, she had forgotten all about the fact that she was supposed to be getting her haircut. Looking from Cian in the mirror and then at the other two girls, Ameliya let out a small good-natured chuckle. She really needed this, she couldn’t remember when was the last time she felt this comfortable around other people.

Cian smiled goodnaturedly and resumed her wok on Ameliya’s hair, separating her longer locks from the parts that were going to be clipped short with a hair clip before plugging the clippers in and gently grasping Ameliya’s face with long, red-tipped fingernails as she began to clip away the undesired length. It didn’t take her long to do that part, and she combed it out before quickly giving the rest of her hair a trim, snipping away the dead and split ends. Another comb through of her hair and then she tilted Ameliya’s face towards the mirror.

“There ye be,” she said. “I hope it’s to yer expectations. Now, Rue, get yer ass in this chair and tell me what ye want.”

Turning her head to the left and right as Ameliya looked at her reflection before a wide smile grew on her lips. It looked as if Rue was right about her being one of the best. “I’ll be sure to be back,” she commented to Cian with a warm smile. Smoothly slinking out of the chair, Ameliya left the chair for Rue but kept checking out her new haircut in the reflection. It was good to start to feel like herself again.

Rue grinned and stood up to walk over, settling herself into the chair which Cian had to lower a bit due to the other woman’s height. Rue thought for a moment when asked what she wanted and then said, “You know how we did our warrior braids back in the day, aye? I want that, but shave the right side and leave the middle by itself so I can have a braided mohawk, so to speak.”

“You got it,” Cian replied, getting her comb ready again. “You’ll be done in no time, though I do say it's a shame to cut so much lovely red hair off.” Rue shrugged and Cian chuckled a little before getting to work on parting her hair on the left side to match the fact that her right side naturally didn’t grow any hair, tying the bits that were supposed to stay up out of the way before turning the clippers on and getting to work.

She was done in no time, and quickly brushed the remaining hair out once she’d taken Rue’s hair down as well, trimming the dead ends and quickly braiding it in a fashion that was reminiscent of the Viking style of braids. She then motioned to Julia to come with her as she walked over to a chair that was positioned near a sink, indicating that it was time to rinse her hair.

After Julia sat down in the designated chair, she turned back to the others. “So, are we heading back to the bar after this, or picking up the things from your house first?” she asked Ameliya as she leaned back.

Watching Julia’s transformation with some curiosity as she leaned against the wall nearby, Ameliya couldn’t help but playfully smile at her as she replied, “Think we got to go pick up something from Sanctuary first.” She wasn’t going to admit it to anyone but after that talk, she actually was looking forward to seeing a certain someone again.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Rueyn aka The Reaper

@Srslyanartist

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Kanata aka The Storm

@ZephyrHope

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Ameliya aka Inferna

@Perse

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Julia aka The Black Death

@Silver Carrot

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Kanata laid awake for hours, unable to sleep like usual. Looking at Ameliya in his arms, a smile crossed his face. It had been a long time since he had something to look forward to. His smile soon faded into a look of unease. Looking out to the stars he stared. His heart wrapped into a shroud of despair as lingering thoughts of the past entered his mind. Quickly catching his breath he sat up letting Ameliya lie against the ground.

'Another sleepless night, when was the last time I slept?' He had hoped being with Ameliya would calm his soul and it had but only for the fleeting moment knowing that it was only one night and she could be gone in an instant. Getting himself up he walked across to the now open window letting out a heavy breath. With a flick of his wrist, a cig and lighter flew into his hands. Inhaling a large puff of smoke and holding it in his lungs until it slowly dissolved into nothingness.

"Soon I'll return home," his eyes turned bright blue in the moonlight as his expression turned from pained to rage-filled.

Opening up her eyes blearily, Ameliya woke up feeling cold against the ground and after a moment she also started to register that she was now alone. The warmth she had fallen asleep to had shifted and left sometime during the night. Unintentionally, a small sad crying sound came from deep within her chest as she started to tell herself that she knew this was exactly what was going to happen. She had no idea why she had stupidly hoped things were going to be different this time.

A sudden cry broke the silence, turning Kanata's head at full speed towards it. 'Did that sound come from Ameliya?' Closing his eyes he listened to the sounds that echoed through the room focusing on her heartbeat. Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump. She was awake and upset. A smile spread across Kanata's lips as he sauntered back over to her side tossing the cigarette butt out the window. Laying back down next to her he wrapped his arm around her waist. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead and said "I'm not going anywhere. Goodnight."

Blinking in confusion as Kanata returned to her side, Ameliya stared at him, her exhausted mind trying to understand. His warmth was so comforting though that she curled into him, deciding none of it mattered as her heavy eyes closed.

Julia made her way out of the en-suite she’d tried to sleep in, fully showered and dressed in the punky clothes she’d commandeered the day before, in a moderately good mood after being denied all but a sink for the past several months. Still, she hadn’t gotten much sleep, which wasn’t unusual for her. What was off was despite the lingering pain of her injuries, and….sounds, she hadn’t been woken up by a nightmare last night. She considered that a victory.

She stopped in her tracks, smelling smoke, and rushed to the staff room. The sheer carnage she saw as she turned her head to survey the scene caused her to stand there absolutely aghast, squeezing at fistfuls of her own hair. After coming to her senses, she shook her head and exhaled.

“I need some breakfast…” she muttered, turning and immediately heading back to the hallway. When she reached the bar, empty this early, she ordered some bacon, eggs, and black coffee.

Sunny was the one behind the bar when Julia sat down and the blonde took one look at Julia’s face and guessed she’d seen something that had shocked the other woman pretty good, given the way she had ordered with a weirded-out tone in her voice.

“Sure thing, Julia, sugar,” Sunny drawled. “Danika makes the best bacon and eggs you’ve probably tasted in a while.” The waitress poured Julia a large cup of black coffee from a round-bellied coffee pot as she spoke before writing down the order on a notepad and lightly jogging halfway down the bar to the small slit in the wall that was the kitchen’s order window, slipping the piece of paper through before coming back to Julia with the same light jog.

“Can I get you anything else? I know it’s early but you look like you just saw something that warrants a shot in your coffee if you ask me.”

“No, thank you,” Julia answered, shaking her head. “I don’t drink during the day….I think. I can’t actually remember what my habits were anymore; when my life was normal…” she trailed off, taking a sip of coffee. Something she’d acquired last night before heading to bed was a pair of leather fingerless gloves, which she was currently wearing. They weren’t total protection but they were better than nothing. They also suited her, but between them and the punky borrowed clothes, her lack of makeup and nail polish were eye-catching in their absence.

“I respect that,” Sunny replied. “And I can’t quite relate to that exactly, but I know what it’s like to not remember your life from before something big occurred. For me, it’s becoming what I am now, a Vampire. I don’t remember much of my life as a human but what I do remember is kinda shitty.” She added the last part with a laugh and a smile, indicating she was over it, and she was happy with her life as it was now.

“Good Morning,” a raspy voice manifested from behind Sunny moments before the redheaded owner of it manifested with a puff of black smoky mist as well, looking tired but somehow refreshed. “Why the hell do I smell smoke?” Rueyn’s tired but relaxed expression quickly changed to one of alarm and she turned on her heel to blur towards the smell.

Rue opened the staff room door and was immediately pissed off at what she saw.

“YOU FUCKING BURNED MY BUILDING??” Rue entered the bedroom where she saw that there no longer existed a bed or a bedframe. One which had been rather expensive to put in there, by the way. “DO you KNOW how FUCKING EXPENSIVE that fucking BED WAS? How EXPENSIVE this is GOING TO BE? YOU OWE ME, FATHER. YOU FUCKING OWE ME.”

Rue was decidedly Pissed. Off. This was her territory, her only truly safe place, and her father and the closest thing she had to a best friend from prison decided that in their literal fuckery that they were gonna be careless and burn it. Not okay with her, not at all. Somebody had better pay reparations or blood would be spilled.

Coming out of the en suite door, Ameliya stood there in the doorway with soaking wet hair and a towel around her as she looked towards the raging demon. Putting a hand to her thumping head and leaning against the door frame, Ameliya watched the other woman. She understood exactly what Rue was saying, she just wish she would say it a little quieter. “I’ll pay for the damages,” She groaned out, “just can you take it down a bit? My head is still killing me.”

“You know, I have ONE rule here: DO NO HARM, and that INCLUDES HARMING THE FUCKING BUILDING!” she growled, throwing her hands up. “Find some goddamn clothes in the fucking armoire, if it’s not burnt to cinders, too, and meet me at the bar, I’m making you fucking breakfast, you undisciplined fucking heathens.”

Kanata stared at Rue for a few seconds then sighed heavily. He stood up and asked, “Do you have a phone?”

“I don’t care who fucking pays for the damages,” she replied tersely but lowered her voice. “So long as it gets fixed. This building is my safe place and I dislike that it has been damaged in such a manner. No, I don’t have a phone, at the moment, the one I had is likely way out of date by now but I will have a new cell phone by the end of today. Why? What does having a cellphone have to do with it besides contacting me?”

Scratching the back of his neck and yawning, Kanata walked to the window and quickly threw it open. He looked back at Rue and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Sliding his legs over the windowsill, he jumped out to the outside.

Ameliya watched Kanata leave and just stared at him leaving out through the window. Turning back to Rue, she sighed and shook her head at the idiocy she had just seen. “I am sorry for the damages,” She said tiredly, and then with a playful smile, she gestured to the window, “I was obviously not thinking straight.”

Rue stared after him for a moment in disbelief, then turned to her friend when she spoke, and her mood softened when she heard her words and saw her playful smile, giving her one of her own.

“It’ll be alright,” the demoness replied, rubbing the length of one of her S-curved red horns. “It’s just, I have owned this place for almost sixty years and have yet to have someone damage it to this extent so it kind of shocked me. The most it ever got damaged before was the front doors got busted off the one time some metahuman fight ended up tossing a body through them. And eh, you’ll learn control, eventually, once you start learning discipline from Kanata.”

She walked over to the armoire that was thankfully unscathed and opened it, motioning the other woman over.

“Here, there should be some more of those literally magical-one-size-fits-all kinds of clothing in here,” she said. “I keep them stocked here for my staff and anyone who comes through needing a change. Once you’re dressed we can go back to the bar and I’ll make you breakfast.”

Kanata returned back into the room through the window. His torso had splashes of blood dripping down and his arms were coated to the elbow in it with a large bag hanging over his shoulder.

Smiling thankfully at Rue, Ameliya started to rifle through the closet in hopes to find something more her fashion inside. Though before she found anything that she liked the look of, her attention was quickly taken back to the still open window. Eyes trailing over his naked body with newly splattered blood on it, her breath caught in her throat. No! Quickly looking back towards the clothes she berated herself, what the hell was she thinking. She already had her fun, she needed to stop looking and start getting ready to leave town.

“That was a nice warm-up. Here is the payment for the damages. It won't happen again,” throwing the bag down the top opened revealing a few million in cash. Turning to Ameliya he winked and said, “Last night was explosive but next time let's try and keep the fire to a minimum." Then returning his gaze to Rue, “I heard breakfast being made mind if I help?" Putting his hands on his waist and bending backward then forwards he said, “But first got anything that I can wear?”

Rue simply pointed to the armoire and said, “Look in there. Magic, one-size-fits-all clothing. Meet me at the bar.” She sighed, gave Ameliya a smile, and walked out, shutting the door hard behind her. Outside the door, she shook her head, pinched the bridge of her nose and headed back to the bar where the others were.

Julia took another sip of her coffee as Rue returned to the bar. “I was shocked too, when I saw it. In that prison, they kept our powers in check so we couldn’t escape. I think we’ve all forgotten how to be careful.” Julia stared at her own gloved hands. “I need to go shopping at some point. Get better gloves that cover my fingers too, get more clothes than what I’m currently borrowing. I also think I should radically alter my hair so I don’t match my wanted posters.”

Kanata ears twitched as he heard the conversation down below from julia. Ignoring the clothes that was pointed out to him he walked forward throwing open the door to the bar. Ignoring the stares and looks from the patrons he approached Julia with his arms crossed. “First lesson of your training starts now,” he said in a loud commanding voice that echoed through the room. Not giving her time to react he reached out and grabbed Julia by the belt lifting her up as the wind started to pick up and he flew up to back into the room. Seeing Ameliya and realizing how he looked as she stared at him. He came up with a brilliant idea.Rushing next to her and grabbing her with his new healied arm,he tossed her over his shoulder before flying out of the window to a nearby rooftop before dropping her to the ground.

“First things first take off those stupid gloves” he said as he landed in front of Julia. Then gently he set Ameliya on her feet “And your here to see im not doing anything weird.”

Julia looked around, disoriented. They were now on the roof. She looked back at them. Ameliya was still wrapped in a towel. Kanata was completely naked. Julia immediately turned away and tried to look anywhere else. “You could at least have put some pants on!” she protested, as she then started taking off the gloves with her back turned. When they were both removed and discarded, she looked back. “Why am I taking my gloves off anyway?”
Kanata put his hands on his hips, his face bearing a serious expression, ”You gonna touch me without the gloves on.”

Absolutely dumbfounded at finding herself on top of a building with just a towel wrapped around her, Ameliya’s body started to shimmer with heat as she turned to glare at Kanata. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” She snapped at him, as her body instantly lit up into her magma form.

Kanata’s jaw dropped as soon as her form lit of up flames. Every Time he saw it it was a sight to behold. Putting his hands up, Kanata tried to plead his case. “I’m sorry but time isn’t on our side. We don't know who or what might be after us. Right now she is scared to use her powers and I don't know about you but we don’t have the luxury of slowly getting her used to it.” With a deep and heavy breath, Kanata rubbed in between his eyes as the lack of sleep and worry began to bother him. “A trial by fire, if you will, and I need you here to burn the poison out of me in case my own abilities can’t defend against hers.”

The change in Julia was immediate. Her eyes were manic. Her breathing had turned to gasps, and she’d started pacing on the spot. Her speech had quietened to quick muttering. “You’re crazy. No, No, it’ll kill you. I can’t…”

“And none of this could have waited until I was dressed and fed?” Ameliya growled out, as she crossed her arms across her chest. At the moment she was kind of hoping she would get to burn him, “Hurry it up.”

With a small chuckle he commented, “You look good in that form by the way” he then turned to the problem at hand. Seeing her lost in her own little world, Kanata walked up to Julia and grabbed her by the shoulders, staring straight into her eyes. With a calm but serious voice, Kanata said, “Julia, do you want to die? Because I don’t think you do, and I don’t want another kid dying on my watch to burden my mind for the rest of my eternal life." He slowly brought his hands down to her wrists, bringing them inches from his chest.
“These aren't a curse” a sad expression washed over face as his mind remembered flashes of past events. “I know what it means to be truly cursed, and what you have is a gift, an opportunity. Use these to keep yourself alive because the world is coming and it won't stop just because you want them too. You can’t control it now, but I promise on my late wife's grave I will teach you to be able to control it.” Standing to the side, Ameliya did not say anything but she stood there watching and listening. Ears especially perking up at the mentions of eternal life and his late wife.

“A…gift?” Julia slowly repeated, her face twisting into one of anguish. “Fine. I’ll show you. If you think there’s any way to control this, any way to make this a gift, be my guest!” She planted her hands on his chest, only for a fraction of a second, and took them away. The smallest ‘dose’ she could give. She wrestled free of his grip and backed away as the black poison visibly spread its way through his body from the two points of contact.

Looking at the two black points, he shifted his hands over them. “Hmm, it seems you need to do a stronger dose to hurt me. It kinda tickles." Grabbing her hand, he thrust it on his chest while saying. “Stop holding back, stop wasting my time and hit me with everything you have!”

“Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!” She yelled, as she struggled and pulled and desperately tried to get out of his grip and break contact. With a fresh, ever-flowing supply of the poison it was a completely different beast. His regeneration couldn’t keep it from spreading, and visible black veins were growing from his chest to all over his body. After a mere ten seconds of prolonged exposure, it was clear that if she held on much longer, he was going to die.

“Fuck,” Ameliya muttered out as she came over to Kanata’s side and lay her flaming hands on exactly where Julia had just rested hers. She had no idea if this was going to work, but she really hoped it would considering this would be one of the stupidest ways to die. Frowning with concentration, she sent out her flames on to Kanata’s bare skin and made it follow the raised black veins in a vain attempt to help correct the situation.

Slowly, the black veins began to recede until fully being removed from his system. With a loud gasp, Kanata lurched forward, his breathing heavy and hoarse. Putting his hand on his waist he leaned back bursting out in laughter. Regaining control over his demeanor, he coughed into his hand and with a smile looked at Julia saying, “What a rush! You almost killed a man who has survived the planet for over 400 years. Be proud.” Putting his hand on her shoulder he said, “now we know we can handle it if it goes too far so we can train you to control it without hesitation.”

“Control it? CONTROL IT?! You almost killed yourself by holding my wrist in place, you stupid bastard!” Scream julia, face twisted in fury. “ There’s no way to turn it off! It’s not some kind of faucet! You called this a gift?! I touched you the way I did at first because that’s all it’s taken to kill anyone I even brush against by accident! Even if I was fully pardoned and got my old job back, I can’t live normally like this! I can “control” it by wearing gloves and never touching people! That’s how I ‘control’ it!” Her voice was shaky and sobbing, but her eyes were dry, as if she was crying without tears.

Glaring down at Kanata as he laughed so carefreely, Ameliya punched him in the shoulder. Of course the man she had shown the slightest interest in, had to also have a fucking death wish. “You’re going to give her a heart attack,” She growled at him, trying to completely ignore the fact that he almost gave her one too. Looking back at Julia, her chest ached for her. She knew all too well what it was like when your touch did nothing but destroy everything and hurt everyone.

Putting her head to one side as she thought back to the poison that had just run through Kanata’s veins before she then walked over to Julia. “Touch me,” She simply suggested as she held out a hand that was no longer lit with flames. If her theory was correct, her fire would kill it off before it ever became a problem.

Julia was naturally hesitant, but then glanced at Kanata, and back to Ameliya. Her powers had managed to completely remove the poison of ten seconds of prolonged exposure, from the outside. Naturally, there’s no reason she wouldn’t be absolutely fine. Still, Julia’s hand was shaking as she reached out and stopped right before making contact. She took a deep breath, and touched Ameliya’s hand, only for a second, but already the poison started to spread. Julia recoiled and shook her own hand. She’d probably need to run it under cold water soon.

As the poison started to spread across her hand, the feeling of blistering and burning pain that had been so absent from Ameliya's life started to creep up her hand. Hastily taking her hand back, it quickly recovered its magma look. Her heart beat started to fasten at the foreign pain but she grit her teeth and just watched. Staring down at the blackened veins, she watched in fascination as her own veins brightly lit up and began to fight off the poison. The way her veins clearly showed through her magma skin tended to only be something that happened to her during extreme stress. Though, as she watched the black retreat across as her hands, she guessed this would be considered one of those times. Watching as the poison was finally backed to where it started, before finally disappearing entirely, Ameliya looked back at Julia with a grin. "Spicy," she joked as she shook the still tingling feeling out of her hand.

Kanata walked up to Ameliya and placed a hand on her burning shoulder. "Glad you're okay, though I was hoping to suck some of the poison out," he said with a wink and a mischievous smirk. Ameliya just raised an eyebrow at him. Turning to Julia he bent down to get to look her straight in the eyes. "I know you're scared, your world has changed and none of it is your fault. Everyone blames you and wants you dead. But take solace in the fact that you have people who will help you." Getting up he walked up to Ameliya and leaned in to kiss her. "That’s my thanks to you. Now who’s up for some training?”

Already ready to get back to the bar and get some semblance of breakfast, Ameliya was taken by surprise by the kiss. Blinking back her confusion, her firey skin started to cool down and fizzle out. Leaving her standing there on top of the building flustered and naked.

Julia was comforted seeing Ameliya neutralize her poison and play it off without taking it lightly, and she smiled. The smile only grew with Kanata’s true words of comfort. She did have somewhere she belonged now, and with it, goals and plans to move towards. The smile broke when Kanata mentioned training. “Right now? Can it at least wait until after breakfast?” she protested.

"And some clothes," Ameliya interjected

"Fine, we can eat breakfast first." With a chuckle he turned around and asked "So do you both want to fly back or walk?"

Julia looked around as she scooped up her gloves and began putting them back on. “What building even is this? Can we just enter it through the roof without getting the cops called on us? I’d say we probably need to be flown back.”

"It's either that or I walk back naked," Ameliya pointed out.

Laughing out loud and looking up and down Ameliya's body he walked forward grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close and lifting her leg. "Hold on to me" he said before turning his head to Julia to tell her "Mind if I take you back one at a time? not sure I can control myself at the moment with her."

Breath instantly getting caught in her throat, Ameliya couldn’t help how her body reacted while so close to his. Looking at him with a questioning but playfully raised eyebrow, she draped her arms over his shoulders.

As her arms wrapped around him Kanata felt her naked body against his. With a strong growl he looked at Ameliya with a smirk saying to Julia behind him "Yeah I'll be back" before flying to a nearby building rooftop.

Julia could tell they wouldn’t be back within the minute. She looked from the rooftop, to the roof’s door, wondering whether she should wait, or whether she should risk it. Her stomach growled. That made up her mind, and she tried the door. It was locked. Course it was. She returned to the center of the roof and sat down, cross-legged and grumpy.

It didn’t take her that long to get bored of sulking and she got up and looked around. She’d never been to the US before. She hadn’t even been outside for months. She stared from this rooftop and took in the landscape around her. Every house here was home to a different ordinary family. Every shop was a place she could go to and buy things. She realized that she used to take freedom for granted, because now it was a difficult concept for her to wrap her head around anymore.

About thirty minutes later Kanata returned to Julia still naked but with hand prints and thigh-sized marks where the blood was before. Coughing and clearing his throat, Kanata looked at Julia who had a disgruntled look on her face "Sorry about that we caught fire on a building that spread to the neighboring ones. Then I tried to put out the fire by taking away its oxygen. But we were still doing it and we hit the climax so instead, it exploded." Pointing about six blocks away, Kanata said "See the smoke? That was us. Damn, do we fuck well together. Sparks just fly when we enter a room. I blame her though she is way too hot for her own good."

Julia had still been staring out over the town by the time they both got back and turned to Kanata as she listened to him brag. There was a numbness to the way she stared at him disapprovingly. Any flames of passionate anger had burned out. Now she was tired, very annoyed, and wanted breakfast.

Putting his hand to his chin and raising an eyebrow, Kanata continued "I wonder how she will handle my yokai form. Man, do you think sparks fly now just wait till then. I can see it now. A massive storm of fire burning bright you could see it from space, a flaming hurricane if you would. Might want to go to Australia for that though I heard they got burnt out a while back. It might be time for a second go." Turning back to see Julia’s expression, Kanata smiled awkwardly before grabbing her by the waist and flying back to the sanctuary. Kanata soon appeared in the window. He exited , dropping Julia onto her feet before walking to the crate of clothes.

When they were back at the bar, Julia went straight to the counter and sat down. Her coffee was naturally stone-cold but she still took a large sip, before turning to Rue. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”

Rue raised a pierced eyebrow, having simply gone to the bar and waited for everyone to come back from wherever it was that they had decided to fuck off to without telling her. Not that they had to tell her, but she figured her father would have given her some sort of indication considering his reaction upon finding her again, but oh, well then.

“Where did you even go?” she asked. “Before you left, I do believe you were about to eat breakfast, which, we kept warm for you, by the way.” She set down a plate that had a metal covering on it in front of Julia and removed the covering to reveal a steaming plate of bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, and two pieces of toast, which Julia began devouring without another word.

“You said bacon and eggs only, but Danika said that’s not enough breakfast for someone who’s been through hell and had bullets taken out.”

Heading over to the bar, Ameliya was dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a dark red wine button-up that was a little too open to be considered professional anymore. Sitting down on one of the stools with a sly smile spread across her face, as one who knew something humorous others didn’t, she turned to Rue and asked, “Do you have any tea?”

“Aye,” Rue replied, turning to look at her and take in her appearance with another raised eyebrow. “What kind? Nice to see you finally dressed and showed up after your… extracurricular activities, let’s just say that.” She added the last bit with a small laugh, her sensitive nose could smell the sex and fire smoke on the other woman to whom she gave a sly wink.

“I would love some black tea,” Ameliya replied with a warm smile that turned slightly coy as she watched Rue’s wink. “Had to say some proper goodbyes to your dear old father before heading back to my place,” she cheekily commented, before then looking back at the other demon and adding, “You think you could give a girl a lift with your whole shadow portal thing you got going on?”

“Black tea it is,” the demon turned around to face the shelves on the walls and pulled down a box of teabags as well as a ceramic mug the size of a regular drinking glass. “As for the shadow travel,” she turned back around to give Ameliya a level look. “I can only get as close as I’ve been before, as I don’t know where your apartment is. It’s not an exact science unless I’ve traveled there by other means before.”

She opened the tea bag and placed it into the mug before her form blurred for a moment as she ran at inhuman speed from the bar to the kitchen and back for a pot of hot water, pouring it into the mug over the teabag and serving it to Ameliya. She grabbed a sugar shaker and a spoon from the counter behind the bar as well and placed them next to the mug of now steeping tea.

“Your black tea, my friend.”

Overhearing the conversation from the room away, his heart sank. Forcing a smile onto his face he walked out and next to Ameliya and Rue, sitting himself down at the bar.

"Didn't know you were planning to leave,” he put his hand into his pocket, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, then took one out to light it up. "Are you planning to come back or is this the last we will see of you?" He tilted his head at her in question, his smile fading into a saddened expression. "If you go into fire form I can get you to your place in about 40 minutes if I go at full speed. It would be a lot faster than shadow traveling to a nearby place with an unknown distance between. Besides, I have something I need to check on at my place nearby."

Cradling the hot mug in her hands, Ameliya stared down at the darkening water as the tea steeped. After all the fun she had been having with the group, she didn’t particularly want to just leave them all without a word either but, there was still the issue that screamed at her in the back of her mind.

“It would be best to get as far away as possible before the supes come looking,” she said while focusing on her drink, before looking back up, “I’m not going back to that hell hole.”

As she looked back at Kanata with his cigarette already ready in his mouth, a smirk started to cross her face as his smoke instantly lit up. “Of course, you already know where I live,” Ameliya teased him.

"I make it a point to keep tabs on dangerously hot women who try to take my heart," with a wink he slid from the chair and started to stretch. "I was thinking we could all head to Japan. Not a lot of supes there and since it's out of the country. they will have an extremely hard time being allowed in to search for us. I pretty much run japan after all. So is that a yes or no for the ride?"

“It looks like moving apartments didn’t work,” Ameliya jokingly commented as she remembered how she had quickly packed up and moved when she had woken up to the sight of a whiskey bottle mysteriously turning up on her doorstep with a note from a certain someone.

Taking a deep drink of her tea, Ameliya thought about it for a moment before deciding that moving to Japan for the interim would work well. She normally wouldn’t so easily agree to group with others, but she looked at Julia then Rue, before finally landing on Kanata. Her chest clenched slightly, and all she could agree on was that things weren’t so simple anymore. Yet she tried to push off her questioning of emotions and replied to his question with a smirking smile, “I’ll take that ride. Though…,” She eyed him for a moment before adding, “I actually do also need to get some stuff from my apartment.”

“Shadow travel is a lot more efficient than you seem to remember, father,” Rue replied tersely, offended that her own father seemingly forgot how her own abilities worked despite having helped her hone them for twenty years of her life. “If your apartment is close to someplace I’ve been before then it should be easy enough to travel from shadow to shadow until we are close enough for me to shadow travel us inside the actual building. But in the end, it’s up to you, my friend. I’m the very last fucking person to impose on anyone’s free fucking will.”

Grumpily, she turned around and walked down to where an alien-looking customer waved her down, seemingly at ease in the role of the bartender as she took their drink order. Rue knew that anyone who walked past the doors to Sanctuary might spread the word that she was there, but after the last failed raid (one in which an entire team of supers had been sent to the best hospital’s intensive care unit), no one would dare try to attack the building just to take her in.

Julia had been watching this conversation and had breathed a sigh of relief, before smiling at both Ameliya and Kanata. “You know, one of my biggest fears when I was in that prison, stewing inside my own head, was that a life with a purpose, goals, and most importantly, a social life, was off the cards for me now. Grabbing Rue on an impulse is looking to be one of the best things I have ever done. I can’t state how relieved I am that you’re coming with us to Japan, Ameliya.”

Turning to look at the younger woman with a look of surprise for a moment, Ameliya’s facial features then softened as she smiled warmly at her. She hadn’t thought Julia would have cared if she was around or not. Actually, she hadn’t thought any of them would have really cared about that in the morning and she found herself pleasantly surprised that she was wrong. The warm feeling in her chest was new and unexpected but also pleasant. Having taken note of Rue’s frustration, Ameliya decided maybe some ‘father-daughter’ time would be good for her. “So I don’t have magic one size fits all clothing,” Ameliya started while looking at Julia, “but you’re more than welcome to grab some things from my closet. That is, if you would want to join us heading back to pack.”

Julia nodded, looking down at her own clothes. “That would be appreciated, thank you. These are all I have, and I don’t even technically own these. Might also need to borrow some toiletries unless we have time to stop at a shop somewhere.”

Kanata let out a loud heavy sigh before flicking his cigarette into an ashtray and snuffing it. Cracking his neck he turned to Rue, "Since all of us seem to want to go we can go using your shadow travel. On the way back though, we will have an extra companion. I hope nobody minds but I'd like to bring her home to Japan."

Having come back as soon as the alien customer had been served their drink, Rue heard Kanata’s words and raised an eyebrow but that was her only reaction other than to say, “Sounds like a plan to me. I say we leave as soon as possible. The supers won’t dare come here, not after the last time thirty years ago but it’s still best to go, soon.”

Her?! Ameliya instantly gave Kanata a side-eye glower, as she instantly started to question exactly who was this mysterious other woman. She had just started to slightly lower her guard around him and what is now when she finds out he was already taken?

Sensing a danger, Kanata’s instincts shifted his view to stare at Ameliya. Instantly realizing what he just said and what the look she was giving him meant he blurted out as he stood up in a panic, "I'M TALKING ABOUT MY PANTHER CUB, ABSOL." Looking around and coughing into his hand to regain his composure he continued "I found her when a hunter killed her mother so I took her in right before going to jail. I promised she would see Japan." After taking a deep breath and looking at Ameliya with a serious expression, "The woman I like is you."

Looking at him in surprise, Ameliya couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden outburst. A panther cub, huh? She would love to see a panther in real life. Just thinking of those round ears and padded paws were too cute of an image for her not to be interested. As the mood changed to serious, her attention was brought back to what Kanata was saying only to hear him say he liked her. Wide-eyed, she stared at him as her cheeks burned bright red and her hair once again became a waterfall of fire. Embers coming off her from her, she quickly turned towards Julia, “Wha - what type of clothes do you like to wear?”

With a small chuckle, Kanata walked over running a finger over Ameliya's shoulder and then to the stairs.

"I'll be upstairs waiting for you if you still want that ride." With a wink, he walked off out of sight. Julia watched him go, then looked back to Ameliya, and smirked a little.

“I had quite a pedestrian style before, but this look,” she gestured to the borrowed large punk band tee, black skirt, ripped tights and fingerless gloves she was wearing, “…is kinda growing on me. You know, I wonder if I have time to get my hair cut. I think I really should look different from my wanted posters while I still speak the language of the hairdressers. You and Kanata…don’t mind waiting for me, do you?” she gave Ameliya a wink, before turning to Rue. “Do you know the nearest salon from here?”

“Right across the street from us is a salon called Cian’s Cuts,” Rue replied. “The owner Cian is a Vampire who’s got serious skill with a pair of hair scissors and a wit sharper than her fangs. I’ll go with you and you’ll get the best haircut you’ve ever had in your life, trust me. She fixed my hair this one time after some drunk jackass decided to try and light me on fire.”

“That will be perfect, thank you. That way, they won’t care if they recognise me, either. I promise I’ll pay you back for this.” Julia replied as she followed Rue out of the bar.

Watching Julia wink, Ameliya blushed slightly and got up from her seat as she heard Rue and Julia start talking about going to the hairdresser across the street. She looked at the other two thankful for a moment before she started to stride up the staircase to the loft. At the top of the stairs, she rose an eyebrow at Kanata with a teasing smile playing on her lips and asked, “In the middle of the bar?”

Kanata walked up to Ameliya as she entered the room slamming the door with his hand and putting her in a position she couldn’t escape from. "Right here, right now, do you like me? Because I'm head over heels for you."

Staring up at him with wide eyes, Ameliya went bright red as flames started to lick off her skin. She had not been expecting this ambush at all, she had been expecting a little bit of fun and games before taking a trip to a new country. Now she was face to face with the man professing his feelings.

“I … don’t hate you,” Ameliya commented as she looked away from him and tried to shift out of being cornered by him.

Slamming his other arm into the wall he towered above her.

"I like the fun we're having but I also want to be more than just a fling." Leaning into her resting his lips against her ear to whisper "I am quite smitten with you. The way you walk, the way you talk and carry yourself. The fiery temper that sends sparks into the air. I find you quite the catch, but I'm not one to hold out on a one sided relationship. So I ask again, do you like me?"

As she felt the cool breeze of his whisper, and his words started to make their way into her chest. Ameliya’s heart caught in her throat, and a shock of flames ran throughout her body.

“Fuck,” Ameliya quickly swore as he caught herself. Backing up, she quickly brought her flames back into her and looked worriedely at the wall for any scorched marks. Luckily for her it seemed like her flames had only stayed with her this time. “Look at what you nearly made me do,” She said, frustrated at Kanata.

Snuffing out the flames, Kanata started an unwavering gaze into her eyes, "Your flames betray your attempt to hide your feelings. Call me old fashioned though I want you to say it. I need you to say it or I'll walk."

Embarrassed at another failure to control her emotions and flames, Ameliya looked away. Though as he gave her an ultimatum, she quickly looked back at him shocked.

"I - ," her eyes seemed to focus on anywhere else but his intense gaze, "I - I like the way you touch me. I like the way you fight. I like your fucking stupid jokes." Looking back at him, her eyes searched his face for some kind of reaction as she anxiously said, “I - I like you, ok?"

A massive grin sprouted on Kanata's face as he heard the words. Leaning in with a kiss he met her lips. After a few moments he separated a joyful aura radiated from him. As he separated from her. With an exasperated sigh of relief he chuckled back at her saying, "Guess we’re a couple now." With a wink he turned opening the door and grabbing her hand before descending back to the group.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

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The banter was quickly ended as the tank of creature interrupted them by trying to fit herself into the elevator. As the whole elevator shuddered under the weight of such a large beast, Ameliya instantly went to grab the wall of the elevator.

Holding on to the metal wall, that started to score and melt under her touch, Ameliya stared up at the giant creature once again trying its luck with its weight in the elevator. As the whole elevator dangerously shook again, Ameliya’s hands clenched into the metal as she shouted at Kailani, “Oh, for fucks sake! Get in here in a smaller form!”

Watching the being finally back out of the elevator, Ameliya found herself relieved when she saw that they finally did turn back into their human form. Eyes studying the small girl now, it looked as if her hunch about who had been the ever-hungry alien had been correct. Guess it was true about never judging a book by its cover.

Looking down at the smaller woman who stood next to exclaiming that she had so much food, while covered in what Ameliya knew all too well was blood from both guards and inmates alike, well she couldn’t help but chuckle. She should probably be worried, but honestly, the girl was amusing and as long as she didn’t try to take a chunk out of her she was more than happy to be around her.

The elevator once again started to dance on its wire and Ameliya swore before looking around to see what else had disrupted their plan. Looking up, she finally found the source of the chaos as both the new guy and Rue were dueling it out just above their heads.

Fuck, it would have just been so much easier if she had known where the stairs were. Edging towards the exit of the elevator, Ameliya’s eyes were following the fast movements above her as she tried to once again get on solid ground. Why in the hell were these two fighting anyway?! This was not the time for stupid shows of strengths or any petty fights. They could do that when they got out of here.

As her feet found themselves back on solid ground, Ameliya let out a big breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in. Looking from the floor, back to the fight above. She was just in time to see Kanata force Rue drop her weapon and bring a blade to her throat.

Rue … lost?

The whole idea felt so completely off and wrong after all the time she had known the woman. She had always thought that the demon had been one of the strongest in the asylum, one of the people you really didn’t want to cross. Though, there was Hauta with the upper hand. As she saw the man go face to face with the reaper, Ameliya reflexively gulped, no longer knowing if she was feeling more concerned for Rue or more fascinated by the man holding a blade to her throat.

After the fight with rue and reuniting with his lost daughter figure he decided to help escort her back into the cart realizing that he might have gone a bit overboard even though he was holding back the amount of damage may actively hinder their plans for escape though he'd deal with what may come. Dropping down back into the elevator he came face to face with Ameilya, "Hey Red, miss me? I didn't die now we can go on that date together" Putting Rue against the wall, he stretched his back before walking off the elevator to talk pointing at her trying to act cool before tripping over the gap between the elevator that formed after all the commotion. Falling forward onto Ameliya catching himself with his arms on top of her. "Well, it seems that the universe wants us together don't ya think" giving a shit-eating grin trying to play off his clumsiness.

It looked like the fight was over, and both people were no longer at each other's throats. A win, in Ameliya’s books, as she would rather not have her only known way out suddenly dropped into the darkness. Just about to pick up her hastily dropped gun bag, Ameliya looked up to find the swordsman once again repeating the part about a date. She rolled her eyes at him, she didn’t care how good he was with that blade, she was not going to even dignify that question with a response.

Picking up her bag, she went to head back towards the elevator and instead came face to face with Kanata as he fell towards her. Her natural reaction was to step backward but was met with the cold wall. Now suddenly too close to this constant flirt, Ameliya burned hotter as she glared back at him and said, “We are not out yet.” Pushing him out of the way, singeing him slightly during the process, she headed back into the elevator.

"Hahaha" Kanata laughed after being pushed on his backside and looking at her and responding "So I assume that means we're good to go for the date" getting up and patting himself down. Walking behind her like a love-struck puppy he turned and walked backward "Gotta admit it though I was pretty badass up there knowing my skill with a blade imagine me with my other sword in bed" whispering in a low voice. He wanted her to crack a laugh through her tough exterior he planned to crack even if it took a long time. Something was making him drawn to her and she was too beautiful, a smile better fit her face than a sneer.

Ameliya had no idea why he kept on insisting on the idea of a date. They were in a middle of a battlefield and there were was no definitive answer if they were even going to be able to get out of here. Hearing his remark about ‘blade’, Ameliya exhaled a small laugh. This guy was fucking ridiculous, he did not seem to comprehend the situation they were in at the moment.

Kneeling down, she started to open up the guitar-shaped case and revealed not only her sniper rifle with multiple additions but also a pair of handguns. Looking back at the group she asked, “Who needs a weapon?”

The elevator door finally closed, and with a small shake, the elevator started its ascent up to their freedom.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Mentioning: @ZephyrHope

Maybe it was the fact that she was so close to getting out of this hell hole, or maybe it was the fact that life had decided today was the day that everything went off the walls crazy. Either way, Ameliya couldn't help but snort out a burst of laughter as she swiftly started to piece together who the man in front of her was.

He was one of the last people she had expected to run into in the asylum. Hell, she thought the so-called almighty Yakuza leader would have too many connections to end up in this hole in the ground. Now taking back her sniper rifle, she wouldn't admit, but she was kind of happy that she hadn't managed to finish off the hit job on him.

In the past he had been an annoying threat, one might even sound downright frustrating, as he spouted terrible pickup lines and even referenced Shakespeare but here. Well here, he might actually come in handy and after all, it looked all they all had the same goal.

No longer seeing him as an immediate threat, she wouldn't deny that his levity was welcome in the tense situation. What she would deny all the way to her grave, was the fact that his little cocky wink had her heart flitting with excitement. So with a smirking smile, Ameliya looked back at the mischievous man and said, "Fuck it. If we make it out of here alive, I will think about it."

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Mentioning: @Eviledd1984@ZephyrHope

Striding quickly down the corridor, Ameliya only paid half attention as she saw the new guy make his way in front of her. He seemed to be in a rush but she couldn't blame him, she wanted to get in the elevator and see this hell hole in the background as fast as possible.

Stomping into the elevator and taking a spot close to the back, Ameliya turned around to look around at the rest of the incoming group. "Get in quick or we are leaving you behind," She shouted out to the rest of the inmates.

The younger women seemed to have other ideas though and held open the elevator waiting for everyone and anyone, leaving Ameliya staring at her unbelievably. Did she not understand what they were facing? A scowl crossed her face but instead of saying anything, she leaned against the elevator's wall, making it sizzle and melt slightly under her burning hot weight.

Tsk

The longer they were here the more likely they were going to get caught and if what they had experienced before was considered the norm, she really didn't want to know what their harsh punishment would be. Each second longer she watched the other members leisurely make their way into the elevator she found herself really wishing she knew where the stairs were. If they didn't all get their asses in here in the next minute, she was going to make the decision for Abby and get the old rust bucket of an elevator moving.

That was about when someone jumped back down from the roof of the elevator and Ameliya was startled to stand back on her feet expecting another fight. Though she was surprised to find not only it was the guy who had gone in front of them, so that's where he went, but he also hands handfuls of ... gifts?

Wait, wasn't that her sniper rifle? How the hell did he know the insignificant-looking guitar case would hold something helpful? and ... how did he know it was one of theirs?

Ameliya looked at the man suspiciously for a moment before leaning over and with a hand no longer on flame, picking up the case. Her eyes never left him as she stared at him, waiting to see if this was all some kind of trick. Though standing back up with her sniper bag in her hand, Ameliya stood there bewildered.

"...Thank you?" Ameliya said uncertainly, the words on her tongue feeling so foreign.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Mentioning: @Blazion@twave@KaiserElectric@Lurking Shadow@Eviledd1984@The Man Emperor@ZephyrHope@Klumsykrow357@restalaan@TheRedWatcher@SrslyAnArtist

Amused to hear the chittering sounds come from the large creature that Ameliya had stolen a ride on, she couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't met many excitable and happy inmates like this one, and in the back of her mind, Ameliya started to put two and two together. Not completely sure of the connection, but starting to make some more sense. Either way, she was happy to have found such a powerhouse. Getting out of this place was looking a lot more -

Wait!

"Where are you going?!" Ameliya called out in exasperation as her ride suddenly veered away from the elevator and back towards the cells that she had no intention of ever seeing again.

Shaking her head, Ameliya started to question why she put so much faith in the behemoth just because of some cute moments. Jumping off the tail, she walked around to look at what the giant creature was trying to do. Its head shoved into the too-small doorway as it crowed and chittered sounds too alien for her to understand. Ameliya raised an eyebrow at the sight as it started to gnaw on the metal. What are you trying to do? Is that your cell? Did you forget something?

"This isn't the time for this," Ameliya started to state in hope that she could get this tank back on track.

Oh. It was the girl, the really quiet one from the cafeteria. It looked like her guess on who this creature was, was getting more viable by the moment. "Come on, we got to leave now," Ameliya emphasized with a small tug on Kailani's tail. She didn't want to face all the guards by herself, but she would if she had to.

Thankfully there had been no argument, and a moment later they were back near the elevators. It was so close, Ameliya could almost taste the fresh air. There was no point in getting excited about it though, not till they were really out. Till they were far away and they were never going to be taken back again.

... She had thought last time she had that thought, it would have been the last time. In no way did she ever think she would be in a similar situation again. Locked down and kept prisoner. No! It was not time for that!

Maybe it was because the guard's team knew what they were doing, or maybe it was because Ameliya had been caught up in her own thoughts as she ran to the elevator. Either way, all she knew was she was suddenly face to face with some heavy artillery.

Well shit... Ameliya thought as she started to get ready to throw out some flames. Then she stopped. A large roar reverberated through the tunnels, and Ameliya stared as a giant werewolf-looking beast came flying out of the nearest vent.

Standing still, Ameliya watched in wonder at the carnage and blood spray. It seemed the weapons had nothing on those creatures' claws. In the back of her mind, she questioned if the newcomer was a friend or foe but her eyes watched with too much fascination to really make a determination.

When the wolf, the woman, the wolf woman turned around to look at them and the bloody holes in her chest started to heal by themselves. Ameliya couldn't help but smile impressed at the woman in front of her. It looked like she was going to be a friend.

"Perfectly timed," Ameliya stated as she curiously watched the woman's muscle and skin start to knit back together. So this is what it must be like on the other side. "We gotta move though."

Ameliya could be fascinated all she wanted when she was the hell away from this place.

What in Lucifer's name is that?!

The bloody monster creature had climbed right out of the ground and oh god the stench. Ok, she had accepted a lot from her fellow inmates but this guy was going to be an exception. He did not look like he had found them to join the escape. If anything from all the gore sprayed across his skin, Ameliya could guess that his plan was for them to be his next meal.

Putting out her hand, Ameliya moved it in a circle-like motion creating a wheel of flames that sat in the air, facing a new threat, and just waiting for the next aggressive movement. Though instead, this weird thing just said someone smelled nice, well nicer.

annnd he was out

The flames went out, as Ameliya stared in disbelief. Kailani seemed to think differently from her though, and before she knew it the behemoth creature had the ..thing in her mouth like a dog that had found a new chew toy.

Well, I guess it's coming with us too...

She did not have the time nor the energy to argue with the truck-sized creature. Looking around at the group only a few meters away from the elevator, Ameliya took a moment and questioned the ragtag crew she had found herself with.

A giant behemoth, a bloody monster, a werewolf, electric quiet kid, and there behind her she could see Mr.Frosty, Abby, Mr.fight me, Iris, and even that random guy she had invited catching up. For a moment Ameliya questioned where her demon friend and the blind guy had disappeared to but she quickly pushed the thought away. Rue was plenty strong, she would be fine.

They were sure a weird collection but fuck it, as long as it meant she got out of here. Ameliya strode towards the elevators, ignoring the blood sprayed path and frost. It was time to say goodbye to this place.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Mentioning: @Eviledd1984@The Man Emperor@Blazion@ZephyrHope@Klumsykrow357

The provoking smile on Ameliya's lips was quickly replaced with a mix of caution and curiosity as the large alien-looking creature started to approach her. It was coming up directly to her. Why - why would it did it do that? Was she next on the menu?

Ameliya's body tensed up as she found herself questioning if she would be able to take down such a large beast. Would fire even do anything to that armored-looking shell? She was going to have to take the risk, and readying another fireball within her hand she got ready for the incoming fight.

Instead, she held her hand back for a moment at the confusion at the light chittering sound that was coming from the giant. That... that didn't sound threatening. It even sounded... cute?

The large colorful creature bumped its head lightly against hers and while still in shock and staring up at the creature, Ameliya was given the gift of a giant slobbering lick. Ameliya stood there still for a moment as it seemed her mind tried to fight with exactly what she thought of the strange being. Then with a small laugh under her breath, she came to her conclusion. Dangerous? Yes, Strange? Definitely but yeah also ... kinda cute

It was not the time for that though, focusing back on the matter at the hand and the chaos running around. Ameliya looked back to see the guards had all collapsed in a domino-like pile, as Korbl made his way back to the small group. It also seemed like the big alien-like dog had decided it was time to go through the tunnel. That looked like it was a sign to start moving if there was any.

That was when an ear-shattering screech echoed throughout the cafeteria. Whipping around, Ameliya and there of course was the giant ice bird once again. Really?! That was what he decided was his move after she threw down the challenge? A really loud scream. Her ridiculing stare bore into the ice bird, and as if reading her mind the crystal-like being shot out icicle-like hail down upon the guards. As the guards were frozen to the walls and floor, Ameliya watched in curiosity. Then as the large alien beast smacked and shattered the guards into little meat popsicles, Ameliya had to concede. That was better.

With a small chuckle at the scene in front of her, Ameliya quickly made up her mind and started to run behind the purple-colored behemoth. The chaos was growing by the minute, and all she could think was that she might as well join it and enjoy the moment. After all the more chaos there was, the less likely the guards were going to be able to stop all of them. As she ran past what had once been the riot guard's big stand, Ameliya only half noticed the man standing there. Something about joining festivities?

Ameliya caught up to her newfound leviathan-like friend and jumped up to their tail. Propping herself up onto the scaley tail, she sat there with a wide smile on her face, she couldn't help but laugh at the whole rampageous situation. There only needed to be one more thing to help this chaos along its way. Arms outstretched, Ameliya started to let flames spread from her hands to the walls of the corridor, along with any unlucky guard who had gotten in the way. This was not how she had thought her day was going to go but staring back at the havoc and fire, she was damn happy it had.

Waving over the other few she had seen at lunch, Ameliya only then remembered the stranger and shouted back to him with a wild grin decorating her face, "Only if you keep up!"

Holding on to her grip of the tail, Ameliya laughed loudly as she watched the complete destruction around her. It didn't look like the alien creature needed her help at all, and if Ameliya had placed her bets on the right wager it looked like they would be out of this prison real soon.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Mentioning: @Eviledd1984@The Man Emperor

That guard might have been an asshole but damn did he burn beautifully. Eyes lit up with delight and Ameliya turned to look at the incoming guards already in their riot gear. Overhead sirens could be heard as they shrilly called out through the screams and chaos of the prison. A voice overhead could be calling out telling the inmates to return calmly to their cells and Ameliya couldn't help but scoff. Yeah, that wasn't happening...

So Ameliya approached where the others in on the plan had seemed to huddle up and hummed in amusement to herself as she took in the sight of them blocking their exit out of the place. Did they really think that that cheap piece of plastic was going to do anything to stop them?

Thunk!

Feathers made out of ice and sharp as daggers hit the riot shields with force. The guards stood their ground though. Ameliya looked from the ice feathers up to the man-sized bird made of ice now hovering in the cafeteria hall.

"Well, I guess thin pieces of plastic stop some of us," Ameliya said out loud to herself as she rolled her eyes. What had even been the point to that? Someone really needed to show him how it was done.

Within her hands' small baseball-sized orbs of fire grew and now facing the guards and looking at their faces with enjoyment, Ameliya could already see that they were second-guessing their own equipment.

That was about when two things were thrown, a tear gas canister quickly hit near their small group, and then without warning, a fellow inmate was ceremoniously thrown into the line of guards.

Completely ignoring the tear gas as it did nothing but play at her flame edges, Ameliya looked back to the silly iceman that had been getting on her nerves and yelled out, "Really?!"

He was supposed to have the powers of winter or ice or some shit and really the best he could do was throw a person into the guards?! Anyone could have done that. Ameliya had no idea how the hell a guy like him managed up in a place like this. Only 8 kills were suddenly starting to make a lot more sense.

Turning back to the guards, she used her own frustration and blasted out a wave of fire towards the reinforced plastic of the riot shields that the first row of guards had been holding so diligently. It took no time at all for the plastic to start to melt under the heat, and then it attached to the closest surface fusing anything it could touch under the warped synthetic material. This in this case happened to be the armor the guards were wearing and any pieces of skin that hadn't been properly covered.

Hearing the screams of panic and pain, Ameliya smiled as she looked at her work. Feeling a bit better now, she looked back at the ice bird, let's see him beat that.