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A beautiful man who loves photography and sports.

"You make me sick. That's all."

"Hmm...you, my dear, certainly seem like the sort of person I'd hold council with," she smirked. She tilted her head to one side, matted hair covering part of her face. A cruel grin teased at her lips.

Jess found herself staring at the woman, even though she seemed to be glaring back at her. Finally, Jess sighed and turned to leave and suddenly, without thinking too much about it she turned back around and walked up to Raejiis.

"You may not think so, but your scars...I think they're beautiful." Jess said, smiling up at her. "They show what you've survived." Jess looked down, biting her lip, resisting the urge to touch the woman's face.

"Yeah," she said, then quickly turned and walked away.

“Seems the world needs people like you. Scars of the past, showing a survivor’s grace...”

Ragna smiled at them, it was cute in her opinion being fascinated with dragon, although it did made sense, dragons are rarity in various worlds, not in her world though. "Unfortunately I'm not druid, I spent a lot of time training in forests and woods so that's why I smell like trees and flowers"

She grinned "Sure I will try to answer what I can" her tone was soft and beautiful, one could say motherly?

Adam smiled at her. “Well, you’re just the best... little... thing... aren’t you..?” They cringed at their attempted compliment before letting out an awkward little laugh. “Yeah...”

“You’re just awkward, I guess?...Uh, not that there’s anything wrong with that. I used to be same way, really.”

An admittedly delighted sound of awe trickled free from the confines of her throat as she clasped her hands in front of her bosom. Hues of clashing colour brightened momentarily before full on sparkling suddenly in blatant admiration. ❛ Oh, he seems so nice and understanding! Ah, and truthful! Honesty is the best policy, mhm! How surprisingly kind although rightfully awkward. I can't blame him though! At least he's trying, am I right? ❜ She was truly excited as she bounced up and down on her heels like an eager child. Her words were spoken in a ramble like manner and her hands flailed about as she talked and talked and - dear lord - talked! Did she even know how to breathe? Possibly not, but there's more! ❛ He's also trying his best to soothe the other person! That's so cooool!~ I don't think I could do that! I make people nervous mostly. ❜ She admitted with a chuckle, head tilting to the side out of pure habit more so than anything else. ❛ Anyway! Keep trying your best! I'm cheering for you, hooray! ❜ She truly was a kid, wasn't she? At least in mind and soul.

Lifting a pair of thinly wired glasses from the bridge of his nose, the old sheriff let out a single breath that seemed both to speak of frustration and of a sense of humor. Leaning back in his seat, a smile spread across the width his mouth. As the wrinkles on his face were given emphasis, the jolly expression only seemed to intensify as he spoke with a worn and rough tone, "Yeah, if I'm gonna be honest, I ain't understandin' a lick'a what she's sayin'."

His speaking broke as he couldn't help but chuckle, gesturing with his right hand in a way that said "go on".

"If y'all wanna translate, be my guest."

Crouched in the shadows, the demon watched with four eyes that glowed like suns within the pool of inky black. Silent as the grave, the pelt of the creature seemed somehow iridescent in the glow of those quad orbs, the beast’s face marked with crimson streaks like blood.

But the one beneath the terrible mantle stood, stepping gracefully forth and revealing herself as she pushed the wolven hood off from her head to be a young girl, toned and built, her own skin dashed with blood-red crescents that she wore as proudly as she did her terrible cloak. Her own eyes, golden as the vast fields of grain and deepest earthen amber, seemed to shine with loathing as she scowled at the old lawman. A fang-like dagger stay clutched in one fist, hanging by her side in such a fashion suggesting that she had no intention of using it - but was more than capable.

”Gunslinger.” She spat the word, dripping with hatred, as though it were some heinous, bitter taste in her mouth. ”No good’ye, gunslinger. No place ‘ere, n’ai, be gone wi’ y’ai ‘fore I rip y’ai @#$%in’ heart out.” Her voice, a low growl, was primal and husky. It was venomous, a terrible, black poison tainting every word. ”Y’ai kind take my Aköta, an fer’ naught. Ne’r forgive, ai, se’begone ye’ wretched filth! Go!”

She would allow the man no response, of course - stepping back, eyes locked on him through stray bangs, glaring over the crimson fangs painted permanently on her face. She hefted the dagger, but saw fit not to waste the serrated bone on what she perceived to be so unworthy a target...

The elf, or fae to some, eyed the wolf girl with no small interest, having again gone entirely still and unblinking, not even moving when she spoke again. "You seem to be full of untapped potential. It is regrettable that it is clouded by uncontrolled rage."

The robot could get a heavy sense of dread just from looking at this elf. As the shield it had crackled up defensively, it's ocular sensor looked away.
"We have a feeling that they wouldn't mind selling us for scrap metal."
It shrugged, metallic arms clinging.
"But maybe for a reason worth doing so."

“A robot? Hmm...Not something I’d be used to...But scrap metal? No, not I! I’d rather scrap up an old motorcycle of Cloud’s, honestly!”

"...That makes two of us. Anyway...you want to jon me some time? We're gonna kick some serious ass together."
> Mikoto seems amused.

Izzy scoffed. “Okay, you serious? You actin’ like you think you better than me. Which, well, ya could be, but you probably not.” She crossed her arms. A smirk spread across her face as she looked at the taller girl.

fh0856g had until this point been paying attention to an ever growing list of errors in his HUD generated by the hypervisor. He'd been spending a full five minutes trying to convince his system that the world wasn't tearing itself apart and between doing that and erasing as many error windows in his view as he could, he'd managed to amass a few hundred thousand errors. There was something mildly annoying about the idea of having a virus, but he was pretty sure that wasn't the case. He was fairly certain something odd was going on here. Finally managing to initiate a false alert response, all the windows simultaneously disappeared and he was left standing a few feet away from and looking at a small humanoid that seemed to be challenging another humanoid some small ways away.

Crouching to become on level with the small humanoid, the feline android's tail swept back and forth idly and he attempted to match the anatomical structure of the humanoid with any known skeletal structure in human medical history. When the scan returned null, he confirmed a suspicion that this wasn't human. Interesting.

He'd never met a breathing being that wasn't human, and that they were humanoid was both interesting and slightly worrying. Maybe the world really was going to rip itself apart. Beginning to document the experience for later analysis, 0856 continued to look over the small humanoid in silence. He noticed a specific sort of equipment that lent itself to thieving and marked it down to himself to watch out for if he were going to be stranded here too much longer. Not that he had much to lose off of his body, but he'd rather not run the risk.

Standing, he addressed her, "I don't know what you are, but I know you are a thief. It would be suitable to avoid attempting to steal from me."

Just a brief out of character comment: I had to give Alessandra’s first impression to an android simply because she would be pretty weirded out by the fact that it didn’t smell like anything. Cause....robot.






Alessandra was trying her level best not to noticeably sample the air around this...person. In response, a twitch of unfamiliar bloomed in her gut and climbed up her spine. She caught it and forced herself to relax before the feeling set her jaw to stone. The moment lasted briefly before her eyes shifted forward. This wasn’t her territory but regardless the instinct to know the inhabitants of her surroundings was an ever present itch. At one point, she had a better grip but she was losing touch with the way her wolf thought. As of late, they weren’t a collaborative mind but two separate beings. Alessandra denied the change, refused her wolf the nature of form only for her to suddenly manifest in daily actions. It helped to keep her mind busy with work and she managed to shed the aches from her limbs with more than enough trips to the gym. The only true struggle of course was the moon but she had her own...methods to deal with that.

What seemed to suffice her curiosity was to acknowledge the fact that this, although convincingly human, was most certainly not. Second to that fact, was another that reminded her that she didn’t need to care. Her pack wasn’t here. Whatever this thing was, it didn’t carry a threat. Even if it did, this territory wasn’t hers to protect. Although it was exhausting to reinforce the idea to the progressively prevailant part of her that enforced general order, it was even more exhausting to make eye contact and give this thing a smile.

Just a gentle, closed lipped smile with eyes that said that she knew.

The boy smiled. A tiny giggle escaped his lips as he gave her a quick nod, probably trying to mimic her. He ran a hand over his dark hair with another, slower nod. “You... you don’t really talk..? I’m guessing..? I’m sorry if I at all offended you, miss.”

She gave a slight smile while watching the boy, "you seem like a nice kid but also shy." Brushing hair from her eyes, "you'll grow out of it."