Embers

Embers mind was still on Kairi, that girl did something to her blood that just didn’t make sense. Then again, rational thought wasn’t her strong suit so who cares. Embers had spent the day just buthering low level monsters, purely to work the high out of her system. Of course, that’s when the message came in, and Embers found it impossible not to grin. Always leave ‘em wanting more.

A quest that took three days to travel there, and back? Embers let out a low whistle, that meant one of three things and given it was Kairi, well. Either killing or/and kissing. Both were A-Ok in Embers book. She quickly opened her reply section, and pumped out her reply.

‘Heya Kairi. Sign me up, hopefully they’ll be something to fight and kill, like last time eh? What floor is this quest of your on eh? I’m nearish a teleporter so I can be there soon…ish’.

After sending it, the girl started a lazish walk back towards the teleporter. She had no idea how long Kairi would take to reply, and she was in no hurry. After all, the force of nature that was Embers, did whatever the hell she wanted!  

@Kairi

Embers raised an eyebrow at Domarus, the hell was he talking about? Her enemies? Who were they, other than idiots who told her what do to and npcs? More important, what the actual hell was ‘One of his Generals’? Embers didn’t understand what the hell Domarus was talking about, but from his words, and Keres reaction, something was going on behind the scenes.

“General, enemies?” The girl took a threatening step forwards, before frowning. Embers Hellstorm. Was that, her title? God she hated titles, but this one. She liked. It made her sound more than human, like a force of nature, which is what she knew she was. A force of nature to be feared. “Alright Dom, spill the beans” She ordered, crossing her arms as her blood rush slowly faded away “And spill it all, I’ll be pissed if you keep anything from me” She wanted to know it all, partly because she was curious what the hell they were actually talking about in the first place.  

@Domarus

Lost in the whirlwind of herself, Embers kissed Domarus as if nothing else existed. Purely because in her mind, nothing else did. It was just her, her emotions and him. Her fingers latched onto him, and pushed it to last a short time before she was released. The girls breathing was a heavy pant, more from the fighting than anything else, but her blood was burning inside of her skin. She loved the feeling.

At his line, Embers laughed loudly. The smirk never left her face, and her eyes, despite it all, started to calm down. Her fire slowly burning itself out as they were no longer scraping it out. “Hah! Well, get used to it Dom. You build me up like that, I ain’t gunna be accountable for what I do”. Despite the blood burning, she forced herself to sit down. Mostly because her crimson eyes had zeroed in on Keres, for two separate reasons.

“Jesus though, that was…amazing. I haven’t had a blood rush like that in ages! I was just, urgh that was bloody amazing”  

The girl closed her eyes and let herself just come down from her blood rush, much like coming from from a drug. While all this happened, a certain avian had its eyes on the pair from a distance. This bird was a White-Tailed Hawk, and watched the group from its nest up on one of the mountain tops. 

@Domarus

Embers dragged herself onto her feet. Bow eh? Was that was this was all about? She would have started to laugh, purely for how amusing it was to her. Even if they were talking, she entered a stance with her arms up prepared to fight. The smirk on her face, the look in her eyes, said it all. She had a similar look for Keres, if Domarus cared to notice. Admiration, lust. All of it piled on top of on another within the forest fire of crimson.

Even held by her neck, with Embers arms on his, the girls grin never even faltered “Survival eh? W-well…Dom” She looked at him carefully, despite the passion burning through her. She Could try and kick him, but she had no reason to. Unlike him, her fight had never been about dominance. It was to show her a reason to respect him.

“This is all I wanted to see, your fire finally erupting from you!” She wouldn’t bother telling him he didn’t own her, after all, he was welcome to his own delusions. She didn’t believe it was possible, for her to be owned, for her to be controlled in any aspect of her life.

“God…That fire…Dammit its hot” Unable to stop herself, despite her situation, she threw herself forwards. But not to attack Domarus, her arms gripped his shoulders and she forced her lips up against his, kissing him hard. A kiss powered by passion, lust and raw emotion over anything logical.

@Domarus

Embers was finally off that stupid ground, where she could fight! Her kick, if it would have connected, would have kicked right into Domarus’ gut. But blinded by red, the girls targeted dodged and she blinked. The hell?! She wasn’t used to fighting such nimple prey, and her anger bloomed. As did Domarus’ brutality.

Once again, Embers found herself on the ground, but this time, escaping was a lot harder. Unable to guard her face, it took one hell of a beating and in a moment to panic, to protect it, she tried to roll her entire body, regardless of the pain it took. She lashed out trying to kick his face in, while her arms aimed at the inside of his knees to cripple him down to her level. If they were even on thr ground, she knew she could beat the crap of him down here. But when he had leverage over her, it was over.

“Get off me you little crap! Second I get off this ground, I’m gunna beat you black ‘n blue! You’ll taste your own damn blood!” She yelled, even resorting to biting at Domarus’ hand. Using anything to get out of his grip, because even lost in emotion, she knew she was losing! And she hated losing.  

@Domarus

The blow, getting Domarus onto the ground, was her biggest success. She could just smell the pride on him, and she could tell he hated how she was herself, how little control he had when fighting her. Why, she didn’t’ care to know, but she could smell it like a shark in the water. He was blood, food for her. But, pride, had a fight. And Embers was caught off-guard. Too focused on her offense, Domarus managed to slip past her defense and tossed her onto the ground. The blow would have hurt, but Embers couldn’t feel pain, nor through the game and she was beyond it.

However, what she wasn’t beyond was the brutal assault Domarus threw at her. On the ground was the worst place to be, and she knew it. She had to get up on her feet, regardless of what weakness she exposed. On her feet, injured, she could fight. On the ground, she was already dead. Letting out a loud war-cry, the girl lashed out with all 4 limbs at once. Opening herself up to a brutal counter-attack, but she was able to give herself enough time to scramble onto her feet and take up a defensive stance. One that, if Domarus struck out, she’d take him into the dirt.

Panting, and she was certain in the real world, she’d been bleeding, Embers grinned widely, arrogantly at Domarus. The fire in her eyes all clear, burning bright “C-christ. Here I thought you were all bark, dammit, you have a bite to you Dom” The girl licked her lips “I bloody LOVE it”

If Domarus tried to strike her as she spoke, Embers attack would be brutal. A spin and kick, aimed right for his chest and throwing her entire body into it for the follow up. She wasn't trying to bait him, she had no idea what she watned to do to him. A lot, and none of it was pleasant. Beat him until he bled, kiss him until the same happened. Passion and Lust battled inside her as she tightened her fists. Survival of the Fittest, and she knew Domarus was far from done. 

@Domarus

Even as a beast, even within her blood haze, Embers combat was refined. Lost with passion, but her training burnt through and each punch and kick hit with force. Just as she was trained. Hit them hard enough and the pain will be their enemy. It’s how she’d always fought, inflict a worse injury to the enemy and you win. But where Domarus would feel no pain, a rational brain would change the approach. Embers brain, however, was far from rational.

She knew Domarus would try and fight back, but she expected him to use his legs and so she waited for that, not expecting him to be just as direct by stopping her fist. His strike hit her so fast that a normal person wouldn’t react. Embers did, refusing to bend over much, but she still doubled over from the strike right as he went to kick. But that’s when Embers let out a loud laugh and her hands moved, catching the kick despite the pain it inflicted. She looked up, and in those few moments, Embers was grinning madly.

She yanked on Domarus’ leg, given he had one in the air, there was little chance of him being stable. She took a step forwards, aiming to clothes-line him into the stone with a single, hard-hitting strike. It had been her style, hit hard and unrelenting. If Domarus hit the ground from her strike, Embers would stomp on his chest. Unlike some, who might aim to break a limb, Embers wanted him to fight back. She wanted a fight dammit!

@Domarus

Embers combat style was that taught to her, by her father, and by the blood. It was para-military in nature, mixed in with raw brutality. The headbutt hadn’t worked, but in a world where pain was a phantom of its former self, why would it? It pissed Embers off, that she couldn’t hear Domarus in pain when she planned to strike back. She wanted to see what he could do, and she hadn’t been let down. He was quick, brutal and utterly unrelenting. If this was a real fight, Embers would be drunk out of her mind, injured and probably trying to kiss him at the same time. After all, passion was best expressed when out of control.

As the girl landed on the boulder, and Domarus threw himself forwards, the entire world went red and Embers was consumed. Her body, however, moved with lightning speed. It dodged around Domarus entirely, effectively ‘trapping’ him between herself and the boulder he had used as a weapon. The lose of momentum for him became Embers one weapon, and she launched her own assault of punches, elbow swings and kicks. Her strikes were slower than Domarus, lacking the speed but she made up for it that each blow hit like a truck. Each blow, even if deflected, would ripple through his arms. She hit hard, and she could take his blows for now. The look in her eyes said it all, Embers was no longer in control of her body. She was passion, hatred, lust, all coming to life in human form, in battle. The flames had consumed her, body mind and soul.  

The girl, even with blood hazed eyes, couldn’t see Domarus anywhere. She felt a sense of safety, her eyes were damn good at spotting prey of all sorts. Unaware Domarus had his eyes set on her, the girl rolled her shoulders. Part of her wanted to relax from the blood rush, she loved the feeling of being out of control. But, she didn’t want to hurt Domarus, at least, not in the traditional sense. A scrap, yes, she’d kill for that. But to kill, ohh no. He didn’t burn like her, but there was something in him. Something she wanted to pull out kicking and screaming, just to see whatever it was that made her blood burn.

Right as Domarus Charged, Embers blood ignited and she lost herself to a blood rush. She could just smell danger, like a bloodhound, and her crimson yees hunted for her target. The curse that came from her as she was thrown backwards was loud, a declaration of war itself as the girls hands tightened into fists and a smirk erupted onto her face. Her stance appeared, at first glance, lazy, casual with over a dozen easy to exploit openings.

Her first counter-strike was brutally punished, and the girls animalistic mind quickly located its solution. Sustain, so she worked to block as many strikes as possible, each one with a savage ruthlessness one would expect from an animal in the wild. Her blood rush focused purely on him, and her body shifted, deflecting or dodging as much as she could. She wasn’t much for agility, so most were blocked over dodged.

“You call this a flame?!” She yelled in his face as she lashed out with her foots, aiming for his knees to cripple him firmly “Hell you call this a fight, you’re barely a spark!” In a savage movement, the girl went to smash her forehead into his own “I TOLD YOU TO SHOW ME A GODS-DAMNED FLAME! SHOW ME WHY I SHOULD CARE ABOUT YOU!!!”  

Embers had never had the best temper, and it was something she was constantly told to fix, and prompted ignored. Her already violent nature exploded when Pinball, who she had just wanted a chat with, went off. At Glasses, but his worst offense, was firing a shot at her. And his last sentence, a challenge, a threat. Embers body moved before she even knew what had happened.

Her elbow shot forwards and rammed into the boys stomach, hard. The phantom paid would force him to double over, and then the girl would grab his shoulders and shove him hard into the wall near the door. The fire in Embers eyes was wild, uncontrolled and begging for violence. “Come on, say that again to my face!” The girl yelled, her hands made into fists “Say that again and see how long you last!” The girl wanted nothing more than Pinball to get up, only so she could beat him into the dirt.

Of course, that’s when a new person arrived. Or at least, when Embers noticed the girl. Who the hell was she? Was this that Tsu person, or someone else? Not wanting to beat the crap out of them, Embers moved to the bar and downed 3 drinks quickly, trying to bring her blood rush in, or risk getting into a fight with every single person here.

Embers wasn't sure, where she was. She blinked her eyes, although her body didn't move. She knew she was on the second floor, she knew she was in the mountain ranges. But that was, well, about it. She had been with Domarus when everything turned red and she just...lost absolute control. After that, well, she knew she'd made a challenge, and now, she stood near the top of one of them, peering down, looking out with crimson eyes for her targets. 

She accessed her inventory and brought out a snack, namely, a ham roll. Because she was hungry, and because it would focus her mind away from the blood rush she'd just lost herself too. It was the worst, and best, so far. So far gone she'd gone she'd wanted nothing more than to beat the ever living crap out of Domarus, and even Keres if the girl tried to step up. Fighting was in the Williams Blood, had been for her father and even beyond that, if the stories were true. The girl let out a snort. If her 'family line' was to be believed, the Williams were once Norse. A claim that she doubted, yet honestly wouldn't be surprised to learn.

Up on her vantage, there were two things the girl was watching for. The first was Domarus, with his maid alongside him. She knew the hunt, knew its steps all too well. He would hunt, with her, to find herself. She would simply have to spot them first. However, she also looked above. Domarus had himself a familiar, a drake. She knew there was a ever-high chance of him using his familiar to hunt her, and she would try and spot it before it spotted her. After all, a hunter must remain a mystery to its prey.  

@Domarus

----Items being used: Familiars Sight and Ham Roll

A familiar Sight. The girl had been away of the update, and in part, didn't care. It didn't cripple her, and honestly, if it did, she was weaker for it. She knew what she wanted, and had gone from performer to performer trying to find two things. The first was a certain item that would grant her a little bonus when making a familiar her own, the other, was a good price. This one was the best she was going to get, given it was already crafted for her. 

Upon enterint the store, the 6'0 girl looked around. She wasn't a fan of the colouring, red and purple? They made her roll her shoulders, it just didn't sit well in her chest. Still, she planned to be in and out as soon as possible, she had a hunt to commence after all. "Anyone home!?" She called out loudly, rather arrogently as she made her way to the counter.

When she finally was met, she smirked forwards "I'm looking for that Familiar Sight song, the one on display" The girl opened her inventory, looking at her col and ensuring she had enough "550ish yeah?" 

If the girl was honest with herself, she had expected Pin to take longer and was mid-fight when she recieved the message. So after butching the monster, she made her way back to the store, almost kicking the door open as she did. After all, she wasn't going to be stopped by a damn door of all things.

"Heya Pins, that didn't take ya long did it? Hell, i expected to have to wait a good few days!" Pleased that was not the case, the girl walked up to the counter and placed the payment. It was expensive, too much for the girls personal opinion, but at the end, she knew it would help her get what she wanted. A familiar, a pet to call her own that would serve her in battle. A companion, what was the cost of that, at the end of the day? Grabbing her item, she headed to the door and left with a single comment.

"Get some backbone eh kid? I'm far from the worst you'll run into"

@Pinball Sent 1000 Col

So this, was Pinballs store eh? The girl looked around with arrognece plastered on her face as she passed through the door. She and Pin had a unique relationship, but at the end of the day, she had money, and he had a service she wanted from him. She needed an item that would make getting her familiar just that much easier, and Stryder had suggested her to come here and order from him. She had just hoped he wouldn't try and stab her...

"Oi, Pin" She said coming up to the counter. He looked uncomfortable , but that wasn't her fault his spine was missing half the time "Look, i'll be simple. I need something, you can make it" She handed him the paper that contained her order "I'll pay, once its complete. Message me when it's done eh? I'll be waiting" And with that, she spun around on the heel of her foot and left, Scythe in hand. While she waited, she may as well butcher her way around the floor. 

Embers glared at him through violent, lustful hazy eyes. Gods she hoped he would lash out at her, purely so she could beat him to an inch of his life. Her blood started yearning for action, yearning to kill. It started as a twitch in her hand, clamping into a fist . But she wouldn’t swing first, oh no, she’d give Domarus the first shot, then she’d beat him into the dirt. The single step she forced him to take, was a sign. A sign she was no push over, he had levels, she had heart.

Embers starting laughing, hard. Domarus claimed to burn like her? She couldn’t not find it funny, after all, it was not only impossible, but contradictory. “You burn? Bullcrap you do, if you did, you can’t hide it” The girl snarled violently at him, almost like a wild animal itself. She moved her head closer, barely an inch away with bared teeth.

Embers, herself, blinked, although her body refused to do the same. She didn’t know why, but her emotions came out with Domarus. And right now, she was lost, flooded with emotions burning through her veins like wildfire, and she started to lose control of her own body.

“If you burnt, like I burnt, you’d know it’s impossible to hide. You don’t contain it, you let it consume you, heart and soul” Her voice shifted, more wild then before and even her eyes screamed of violent emotion erupting up to the surface “You may have some fire Domarus, but you are a flicker, barely a spark. I’m a gods-damned forest fire, and if you’re not careful, I’ll burn this entire world to the ground” Her eyes flicked to his lips, before returning slowly to his eyes “So prove it…”

As quick as a rattle-snake, Embers moved. Part of her screamed to strike Domarus, but she knew she couldn’t. In their hikes with her dad, she’d learnt a lot, and his stance…was a pain to strike against. She would need to weaken him. So instead of striking against, she ran. Not from the fight, but rather, to begin the hunt. The girl vanished into a nearby cave, one that ran into the mountains.

If Domarus burnt, then the challenge was thrown. Come and find her, alone. Prove your strengths, prove you burn brighter than any fire.

As all of this happened, 

Rehersed? He had no idea how many times she’d said those words and been left on her own as a result. Friends, family, hell, even her own mother. All of them trying to tell her what to do, how to live her life. And where were they now? Who knows, honestly, who cares? Not in the picture. She shook her head and pushed the images out of her mind, she didn’t need, nor care to think about, people from outside the game. She had her own life here, as much as she hated it, and she would simply have to deal with it one way or the other.

Embers found herself up in Domarus’ face, although she didn’t remember moving. She had a similar build to him, although only standing at 6’0, she was forced to look up at him with violent eyes. She smirked, almost daring him to try something, forgetting about levels. Forgetting about the rules of Sword Art Online. She was in her world, the jungle. If Domarus backed away, even for a second, she’d eat him alive.

“Bloodlust of an animal eh?” She repeated his words, sounding, almost pleased. “Yes, I like that…” She licked her lips slightly, before giving Domarus a light shove backwards with a single hand “I don’t care for your intellect Dom, you can have all the fancy words and terms you want, if you can’t keep up or show me spirit, you’re a dead-man” Her words were simple, and in her mind, true. Yet, despite it, her instincts didn’t let up and she couldn’t find why. Unable to quell her emotions, the girl did what came natural, violence.

With utter speed, the girl slammed her fist into a nearby tree. It did no damage to either side, but dammit it felt good just to swing! “Dammit why!” She yelled “Why the hell are you…you. You’re so much like me, yet you don’t burn…Christ it’s like I want you to be like me!” She wasn’t sure how to word it, was there even a way? She punched the tree again, huffing. Domarus was like her, she felt it in her blood, so why did it send alarms through her also. It made no sense to her, why were her instincts screaming when it was just Dom in front of her.

Blood rushes, blood hazes. They had names, but for Embers, they were freedom. Unaware of Domarus’ intentions, the girl saw him in a much different light. She saw him as a drug, so far, she had gotten closest to a proper blood rush with domarus nearby. She had no idea why, but his demeanor set off alarms in her head that put her blood on a simmer, begging to burn.

“Virtue? Patience? Don’t kid me” Embers snorted at Domarus, and threw a careful glance at Keres, just incase the maid tried to get inside her head once again. “Patience didn’t teach me how to fight, how to hunt. I learnt it by going out and taking what was mine, demanding what was owed to me” The girl paced slightly, feeling herself get agitated but making no attempt to quell any emotion that rose up within her.

Suddenly, she spun around on the heel of her foot and faced Domarus, a violent glare in her red eyes “I ain’t no wild animal Dom, I can just tell that’s how you think. I’m me, and good-damn luck changing it” She wasn’t sure why, her a lot of her instincts, raw animal like instincts were screaming about Domarus. She’d noticed it most here, he seemed to be implying what was good for her. How to live her life, and opted away from her personal brand of lifestyle. “So I’ll give you, the same option, as I give everyone. Accept me like this, or get the hell out of my life”

Part of it was a simple test, could he handle the fire that was her? Or was he, like others back in the real world, trying to make her who she wasn’t? She had one previous ‘partner’ try and turn her into a stay-at-home girlfriend for them. Embers threw them out of a window to prove a point. Embers entire stance was aggressive, violent and posturing for a fight. A small part of her brain kinda hoped her instincts were wrong, but, when in the jungle, the smartest and strongest hunters are all that survive.

Embers wanted to fight him so badly, wanted to just beat him down with either her scythe, or even better, her bare hands. Gods she wanted to do it so badly, just to prove her damn point. What killed her the most, was that she just straight up couldn’t. The levels in this game meant that he had a simply massive advantage and any fight would hugely one sided.

“Urgh, as much as I wanna just…” The girl took a deep breath, the blood haze slowly wearing off as she returned. Back in control of her own body. She let out a laugh. “Gods that felt nice” she mutters, although, loud enough that Domarus had better of heard it “Ain’t many better things in this world than a blood rush, and I mean a full proper blood rush”. She hadn’t had a single one in this game, and while that one was closish, it was nothing like what a blood rush for her was. The absolute loss of control, allowing her body to do what just seemed, right.

Finally returning to her rational senses, Domarus’ idea did make some sense. There was no point dragging it out any more than she had to, if she failed, she’d make the odds favour her, then come back. “Makes sense Dom…” The girl that cursed and kicked the ground, hard “Really wanted that damn bird today though…”

Embers was in the mood for a fight, and this kid was really pushing her the wrong way. First, he refuses to get her a drink. Then he turned her back to her, and then, he straight up refused her offer! Anger flooded through her system, how dare this little kid be that rude! She saw her hand was in a fight, and the girl grinned a violent grin. Despite having fought all day, it seemed her body wanted to scrap it out once again.

Embers hand shot out and grabbed, firmly, Pinballs shoulder. The words of glasses weren’t needed. She didn’t care much for their issues, for now, at much as this kids straight up rudeness to her.

“Now listen up boy” she said, her voice laced with a blood lust. “When at a bar, when someone makes you an offer, you accept it. So first, we’re getting a drink. Second, if your friend, kal or whatever, wants to talk to you about, that tsu person or whatever their name was…” Embers hand would refuse to release Pin. He may be around her height, but even so, Embers had fought before. This scrap would be like any other, gods she hoped he’d take a swing at her just so she could pummel him into the ground with no regrets.

 “So either go to him and have a drink, or do I have to drag you here?”

Listening to him, it sounded like maybe, he did know her father? But, then again, what are the chances of that actually happening eh? So she would listen, but not take it all at face value. She had snuck a glance at the 'notes', journal, thing. But it didn't make any sense, it wasn't an language. It was a bunch of numbers! How the hell was she meant to snoop if his notes were just that? 

"Listen, wind-boy. If you are serious, then know a simple fact. If you had to try and kill him, we wouldn't be having this conversation. He'd of killed you the second you took aim" There was an anger in her voice, a deep burning passion. Her father would never have lost a fight, just like she hadnt'. It was in their blood, The Williams Blood-line was fueled by fire and violence, it was all they knew. To hear some kid think he could take her father, urgh. She'd beat him up if this stupid game allowed it. 

The one she was sitting with seemed to lighten up, and Embers smirk ate up her entire mouth. Finally, someone who was loud! So many people she’d met were just damned cowards, too scared to speak up. The girl looked at the one at the bar, and anger washed through her. How DARE HE. Did he have NO idea how bars worked? Violence flashed in her eyes and she made a movement to stand, right as Kalu, or glasses, said a name. Pinball eh? So that was his name.

“Come on…” She stood up, a towering 6’0 giant as she walked forwards to the bar “Lighten up eh? If this, Tsu, or whatever, already ditched ya, then come hang out. Grab a drink and come join” She moved next to him as the bar, ordering another drink and resting her back against the counter, her crimson eyes glaring into the boy “Well, whatcha say kiddo?” Embers had no idea who this 'Tsu' was, a girl he liked? If he was here, while he was interested in her. Embers was going to kick his ass, then drag him up to her. 

Embers stared at the Eagle, the bird simply circling around her looking for an opening. She had no idea of his mind, had no idea he planned to do against her. In her mind, her fighting style was perfectly sane and logical. For someone like her, to lose yourself in emotion and let your body do whatever it wanted was normal. In fights, in sex, her body was its own entity and she gave it full permission to do whatever it wanted.

“Us, duel?” She asked. She knew, logically, he would win. He had levels under his belt that she couldn’t stand up against, and did a stupid amount of damage compared to her. But… “You know what, you’re on. You may have levels and crap under your belt, but you’re on” This time, she wasn’t placing any bets. She made that error last time and had to buy drinks. However, the next comment came. Embers growled, rather loudly, a very primal and animal sound and she glared at him.

Within her crimson eyes was a fire of violence, of anger and seething rage. In Embers mind, she found herself lost and she tried to sigh, but it didn't come out as her body moved on its own, driven by emotion. The Eagle made a dive-domb on Embers turned back, and landed a single talon before the girl moved at explosive speed. Spinning around and unleashed her Sword Art, tearing the bird apart within seconds, the monster exploring. She turned back to face Domarus, lost in her blood haze still with a lazy grin on her face. "Wanna say that again?"

Embers: 277/280 HP | 16/28 EN

Eagle: 0/30 HP | 

 Embers crimson eyes looked up at the person at the bar, the other player. It annoyed her, he was just sitting there listening, and not saying a thing. A slight growl escaped her lips, was he trying to be rude? At a bar, when someone like HER comes in, you join and make talk. Glasses hadn’t said a word of complaint, so what was with that kid?

Embers threw a lazy look at Glasses, and let out a loud laugh “You know what buddy, despite your whole dead thing, you’re not too bad! But let me change it a little, screw EVERYONE who doesn’t like ya. Hell to the yes for finding the one person who accepts you at face value, if they even exist!” The girl slammed what was felt in her drink. She kicked her feet off the table and sat up, but didn’t move.

“Oi! You, at the bar! Grab us a drink and join us, I’ll pay” she called out at Pinball, expecting him to do as she asks. She had the col to pay, and the more the merrier!

Embers grinned widely, as she had for a while now. Her crimson eyes seemed to shine in the light, and it took a lot of control not to force her lips against Kairi, who she refused to let escape from her grip. She wanted so much out of Kairi, but she had to pace herself. Eating too quickly wouldn't be good for her, ohh no. She'd take her time with this adorable meal. Slowly, she released Kairi, giving the smaller girl a firm grope on her ass before taking a step back and giving her some room to breath. Gods knew Embers could use a second to catch her breath. She was extremely fit in the real world, but this activity always made her breathless. 

Embers tilted her head towards the maze entrance. "Lets get going then.There are some simple quests, or we could crash at the inn, the bars average but crappy since you can't get drunk in this game..." An issue she could never forgive "Unless you've got like, some fancy place. I'll admit, the npc bars are kinda crappy compared to a player house" At the end, both granted the privacy that Embers wanted, but the question was where would her hunt against Kairi really begin, and how far would the adorable brunette allow her to hunt...

@Kairi

Embers shook her head, she didn't agree with Domarus on this one. In battle, a blood haze, at least for her, had never gone wrong. Her body would move on raw instinct alone, and she'd never managed to lose a fight in the real world, why would here be any different? Maybe in Domarus' playbook, that was his world. But in battle, Embers knew herself better than anyone, in this world or the real one. "Yeah, well it's never failed me yet so i'm gunna stick to what i know Dom..." Part of her was indeed being stubborn, but she also knew herself. "I made it clear before i hope, that i do what i wanna and unlike some, i don't deny myself what i want. So, if during a fight, i wanna just let loose. I'm gunna do it" She looked at him with crimson eyes, lazily. As if he posed no threat to her at all. In her mind, despite their level difference, he didn't. 

Keres, well, ironically, Embers liked the maid for her comment. At least she understood, if it was a little ironic given Keres was giving Domarus power over her by wearing that stupid maids outfit. "You're damn right they're idiots. No body tell me what do to, no body makes me do nothing i don't already want to" The violence in Embers eye said it all "I've spent most of my life looking after number 1, and i have no intention of stopping anytime soon..." 

In her laspe of focus, the Eagle struck the girl again. She swing her Scythe, but it was a lazy swing that had no nope of connecting against such an agile foe. Embers simply glared at the Eagle, as her anger started to blind her vision. This stupid bird was REALLY starting to piss her off! 

Embers: 278/280 HP | 16/28 EN

Eagle: 30/30 HP |