Embers

Embers didn’t want to tell Domarus her belief on that blacksmith, not only because Hestia had been planting seeds of suspicions within her, but more so, it just wasn’t her place to tell him. The look on the others girl face, the look in those amber eyes. And the pain buried under them. For little Embers cared about her, there were limits to her own code.

“Look, I’m just saying, something’s off about her” Embers attempted to act as if she didn’t care, to only a minor success internally. It wasn’t her place to judge the other girl, but she did partly worry about Stryder.

At the offer to move up some floors, Embers gave Domarus her typical lazy smirk “Am I up for a challenge? Please, you already know the answer to that” She said confidently, beginning a slow walk to the mouth of the cave as Rowan hopped onto the tall girls shoulder, catching her attention for a moment before petting the avian.

@Domarus

Embers looked at her arm, where Rowan sat patiently. The bird had been acting up, and Embers had only recently realized why. Rowan was, annoyingly, too much like herself. So the bird demanded, didn’t ask. So, Embers had realized to let the bird do as it wished and, he, in turn, would always be with her. While Embers wasn’t an a fan, she had realized a simple fact. If she were Rowan, that’s how she’d want it.

The bird shot off into the sky, and Embers shook her head at it. “Freedom cannot be stopped, even when claimed” She muttered to herself as she simply watched Rowan fly around in the sky. The girl let out a sigh before looking around, and her eyes zeroed in on another player. While she was wearing a hood, Embers could clearly see it was a she, and she looked…bored. Embers looked up, spotting Rowan enjoying himself, before sighing.

“Oi!” She yelled at the other player, walking over to them “Whatcha doing on this floor? Ain’t it too hot to be doin’ nothing?”

@Ruby

Embers was honestly a little surprised that they both followed her to her quest. She had expected them to leave together. After all, as Tsu had said, this quest wasn’t too hard so she could solo it out. But then again, having people tagging could be interesting if they got ambushed by that stupid Pk guild that had been hunting her, assuming the rumour Domarus had told her. She smirked. Let them try, they’d die at her Scythe.

Embers growled at Rowan as they walked, unaware of the talking behind her back. She didn’t understand this damn bird! She shook her head as the Hawk looked her right in the eyes and ‘spoke’ back, making the girl scoff. Somehow, despite the lack of words, she could speak to him.

“Some dumb quest, worn out..something” Embers said to Arabelle’s question “It’s pretty simple, go to place, kill thing, return” She knew the quest was simple, but eh. She turned around, but kept walking bkacwards “Oh, about before, Rowans’ been acting up. Flying on his own, being an idiot” It was as close as Embers would get to an applogy, after all, Rowan acting wasn’t her fault and if the the other girl was hurt, well, they’re an idiot.

Embers let out a grin watching Hestia taunt the bees. Sure, some might roll their eyes at such words, but regardless of her opponent, Hestia was the biggest person on the block. Much like the biggest person at a bar, you just have the urge to hit them, prove that you’re stronger than them. Embers realized that it was that, that aura, that partly drew her towards the other girl. This desire to overcome someone who was just that much stronger than her.

“Well, given you’re still kickin’, gotta assume they ain’t going much damage to ya” Embers said rolling her shoulders as a wave of red washed through her eyes, but the girl kept her sanity, kept her rationality. “Hah! The game itself is shifting against you! Now that’s when you know you’re doing the right thing!” Embers finally spotted the bees in an area close to one another, and launched herself forwards with a loud yell.

Her Scythe, one again, only managed to find three of her four targets, getting a loud growl from the girl despite managing to get two really good connections with her Scythe. “Dammit! How weak am I, that these things won’t damn die!” She yelled, more targeted at herself than anything else. Anger boiling up and over and herself, and just how weak she was.

@Hestia

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The 5^th floor was…odd. Embers wasn’t a huge fan of it, she was used to the heat but this floor was heat to the extreme. It wasn’t her domain, but hey, she would live. Rowan on the other hand, the White-Tailed Hawk had been flying around since they’d arrived on this floor, and she was pretty sure her familiar was loving it. Embers grinned, opening up her inventory and flipping through the items, before finding the water she picked up before coming here. Just incase she felt the need. Placing it back in her inventory, the girl let out a yawn and looked around.

For once, Embers wasn’t wearing her combat armour, after all, no need. She instead wore a simple tank top, along with camo pants and boots. It was, in her opinion, perfect for casual hiking. Freedom of movement, and she liked to show herself off a little. She did enjoy it when people watched, and even more when she could hit them.

She made her way away from the teleporter, a kick in her step as she hunted around for, well, something to do. She had been trying to locate all the quest she could, and she was certain there was something she had missed on this floor.  

Embers took a step back and looked over at Hestia as the wasps threw themselves at the other girl, and frowned. There were, landing hits?! And they looked like they were hurting the other girl, Embers was blissfully unaware that Hestia was sitting at well over a thousand health. A wave of anger rolled through Embers. How dare those damn creatures HURT Hestia! A very animalist growl echoed out of her throat, and she let out a loud yell as she charged forwards and swung her Scythe with reckless abandon, managing to slice through three of them, the fourth managed to dodge it by the skin of its wing.

Embers threw a look back at Hestia, and she smirked “Oh, I can hit there damn’, creatures, but you’re coping it worse. I thoughts your thorns were meant to hurt, and no way these things are tougher than that stupid lion thing…right?”

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Embers anger kept washing over her again and again, unsure what direction to take. The law, her own rules, said Ragdoll had to suffer. She had attacked her, and must suffer. Embers didn’t want to KILL the girl, the more she thought about it, but the other girl had to suffer! Pain was her currency, and it was pointless here. She let out an angry growl as she tried to find her solution.

Of course, Embers mind deviated the moment she spotted Fae. Last she had seen her, she’d ditched from the PK guild meeting. Embers blinked once, trying, against everything, to keep her mind. But she became blind instantly, and lost herself to her own emotions the second Fae kicked Ragdoll down into the river.

As quick as her large frame allowed her to move, Embers leaped into the river, grabbing Ragdoll by her neck and throwing her onto the grass, out of the water. Turning to face Fae, Embers leaped out of the water and landed near the other girl, anger tracing her face. Her crimson eyes burning with rage, hatred.

“You know Fae, I think I should thank you….” Embers said slowly, each word a battle to select as her rage washed through her. Embers grinned darkly as her right arm shot out and grabbed Fae around the neck, tightly. “You taught me a truth, a simple truth I thought I knew” Embers shifted her arm, with all the strength she needed to lift up the small girl “That, even in this game, I cannot trust people” Embers grinned, a murderous grin consuming her face “And that is a truth, you need to learn~”

The most Ragdoll spoke, the more Embers was getting pissed off. The laughing, the smile. And the fact Embers wanted nothing more than to kill her, punish her for the attempted assassination attempt. If this girl would just shut up, it would be so much easier! Instead, however, everything this girl was doing was pissing her off.

She kicked at Ragdoll’s stomach “Shut up already!” she yelled loudly. She didn’t need this girl making her think more than she had too. It was really starting to piss her off. She lashed out once again before pacing away. She didn’t want to kill her, but letting her live without pain. Pain pain pain! She needed to inflict pain, that would make them even, but this stupid game denied such a basic commodity.

“You’re lucky, in a way” Embers let out a deep breath “If this was the real world, I’d punch you until you bled all over this damn grass. This stupid world doesn’t allow me to give you pain, punch you like you damn well deserve” Embers stood up and turned her back to Ragdoll, muttering several things to her Familiar.  

Embers kept her focus on Rowan, and shook her head. She was getting more and more annoyed at Rowan of late. The hawk had been acting up lately, and Embers was overwhelming curious about why. He’d been flying off at random times, moody almost. Embers didn’t understand. She’d been treating this Rowan differently than the one back home. With more respect, more care and understanding. And yet, Rowan was more agitating and less obedient than previous. Why! Everyone said the better you treat people, the better they listen. So why the hell did Rowan act like this?

She looked up hearing someone talk to her. The girl. Embers frowned. Arabelle? Why did that name sound familiar? The word ‘Volleyball’ made the girl chuckle, that’s why she looks familiar. “Embers” She said as she stroked Rowans feathers gently “Sorry about Rowan, he’s been stupid lately” She let out a sigh, before looking at Tsu “…You know this girl right?” She asked the frog-girl “Come on, either bring her along or tag with her” Embers shrugged her shoulders at how little she honestly cared if the girls either followed her or left her to do her thing.

Embers didn’t hesitated in her walk, but something the girl said stuck within her. She didn’t ‘want’ the girl to die, but she had to. Embers focused her eyes on the river she was approaching, and let out a soft growl listening to her spout off. Tell Tsu about her, and change her? What an idiot.

Embers threw the girl on the edge of the river, and shook her head “Law of the jungle assassin. You were weak, and picked a fight with someone who was stronger. Therefore, your life is forfeit. Like a tiger trying to become head of the pride” The tears on the other girls face did nothing to change Embers mind. She felt…Odd. She’d never killed another human, despite her love for embracing her emotions, there was something inside of her that was screaming at her.

She didn’t want to die…alone? Once again, that screaming inside her heart got louder. Did she really want to kill the other girl? Never. But what else was she to do? No one else understood, so if they judged her, let them. She shook her head. If someone came at her with a knife, she’d stab them with it. But this girl hadn’t come at her with a knife, but poison.

Embers lashed out at the ground, kicking it several times to try and vent her anger. Why the hell was this so hard for her!? Why was her gut split in its decision? Part of her wanted to obey her own rules, her laws of the jungle. The rules that she had obeyed for years, the rules that had helped her rationalise the world she grew up in. And yet, despite her years of instinct that should be driving her forwards, something was holding her back! Something was crippling her, changing her. What the hell was it?!  

Embers watched Hestia make herself the target, using an ability she knew as a taunt. Forcing the monsters to attack her instead of being allowed to target her. It was an ability she hadn’t understood when she first say it, but now it made sense. Hestia could take more of a beating than she could, let them beat away on her.

The nod from Hestia was all the signal Embers needed. She glanced at Rowan, who took flight. Finally, it was time for battle. While watching Hestia burn up had brought her much, there was only so much she got out of watching another burn. After all, she could feel it when she let herself alight. Rolling her shoulders, the girl charged forwards past Hestia, crashing into the wasps and letting her Scythe do its job. The scythe landed on three of her targets, getting a little chuck in most of them. Embers spun around, she knew the wasps would target Hestia, but she could feel the haze starting to leak into her system and the girl closed her eyes. Much like a drug, she felt it start flooding her entire system, and loved the feeling.

“Ohhhh, yeah that’s it” she said to herself “This is gunna be a damn bloody fight, god this better be all I hope it would be” She opened her eyes, and zeroed in on Hestia as her vision blurred slightly. Time to see what Hestia could do in a fight…

Sword Art: Trample Act (AoE) 6(9)

Id: 101748 Bd: 9(+2)=11 <Hit>. 54-25=29 Dmg

Id: 101749 BD: 7(+2) =9 <Hit>. 54-25=29 Dmg

Id: 101750 Bd: 1(+2) =3 <Miss>. 

Id: 101751 Bd: 10 <Crit +1>. 60-25=40 Dmg

Embers frowned a little. This wasn’t what she had expected, she had prepared for some stupid talk about how she would ‘regret her actions’, as her last assassin had sprouted. This girl was…something else. Insanity reeked off of her like a plague. Was this one too mentally weak to survive the shift? That appeared to be the case. Oh well. No matter what stupidity went inside her head. She was a dead girl the moment she came here.

“You’re insane” Embers muttered looking around. She’d rather not ‘kill’ her, if only because she’d get an orange marker. It would be easier to put the other girl in a position to be killed rather than kill her herself. It was the best she could do, since bringing her Scythe down on her would only bring more issues. Embers let out a growl, stupid world.

Gripping the other girl by the collar, Embers began a short march outside of the shop, dragging Ragdoll across the ground as her crimson eyes looked for a place to dispose of her. They quickly zeroed in on what looked like a lake. Embers had no idea if you could drown in this game, time to find out.   

Embers let out a soft growl. This Ragdoll was messing with her primal instincts. Part of her was on alert, and that alert kept one of her eyes trained on the closest door, and one hand near her Scythe. She had no issues fighting her way out, not since she was safe from any stupid tricks.

Ragdoll was a smiling idiot, and yet, she smelt different. Something about her put her on alert. As long as she didn’t make any quick moves, Embers wouldn’t cut her open.

“Tsu…damn hybrid” Embers said “Not sure why she handed out my information, even more since she knows i prefer to be….” Embers opened her eyes, and noticed it instantly. Ragdoll stopped moving after taking a bite. Her mind knew, raw instinct kicking in. She stood up to her full height of 6’0 and in a fluid motion, pulled her Scythe off her back, eyes hungrily hunting for anyone stupid enough to take a swing at her. After several moments, Embers eyes zeroed on the other girl.

Her crimson eyes looked hungry for blood, as did the smirk on her face.

“…You’re one of them, and you picked the wrong target. Unlike Domarus, or Hestia, who would throw you in that damn prison of theirs, I have no issues doin’ what’s gotta be done” Embers chuckled darkly as she reached forwards, grabbing Ragdoll by the collar of her uniform and grinned right in the other girls face “Pray to whatever pathetic gods you have, because they aren’t savin’ you from me”  

For once, when asked the question, Embers found herself hesitating. Was that really her information to share around? Given all she was hearing, it becomes more and more obvious, and yet, worried her greatly that information she carried around about the blacksmith. She saw Domarus charging in and…one shotting the monster. Of course he had the damage for it. She pouted a little, she’d of preferred a fairer fight…

“She’s just…something about her puts me on alery, sets my instincts on fire” Embers said vaguely. While it wasn’t lying, it was far from the full truth. When she’d first met the blacksmith, she’d been annoyed at how formal she had been. Then she’d looked into the other girls eyes, and like a shark smells blood, Embers smelt blood on the girl.

Embers turned to face Domarus, and battled away her hesitation. It was just her belief after all. “I saw somethin’ in her eyes once, it was a hatred. That kinda self-loathin’ stuff that turns you into a shell. Ain’t nothing good make someone hate themselves that much, even more since she carries it around with her”. Embers let out a soft growl, but it was more at herself. Why the hell did she feel the need NOT to tell Domarus what she honestly thought? The hell was this side of her?

Embers noticed it almost instantly. T was acting differently, or at least, odd. One thing that Embers had noticed about the other girl was that she often didn’t break eye contact. And yet, T was doing it over and over. Suspicion started to mount within Embers, namely curious about why this was the case. A small part of her brain put her on alert for an attack, right as she dismissed the idea as stupid. This was Telrenya after all, what was basically her little sister. Even if Embers wouldn’t ever admit those words to anyone, it felt right to admit to herself.

“Leader….Jomie?” She asked hearing Tel mention the leader. She’d heard bits and pieces about him from Tel, mostly positive about him being nice and accepting. But their conversations hadn’t covered him a huge amount, partly because Embers didn’t see a point talking about someone she’d never meet, nor cared too as of when they had been chatting. However, that opinion shifted drastically hearing the news. Seeing each other, and.. Embers eyes instantly zeroed in on the ring. A ring. Embers didn’t care for marriage, hadn’t ever properly understood relationships and emotional support as she had never felt the desire nor need. Yet here was, what was to her, a little sister, committed to someone.

Embers face had made several expressions, a frown, slight smirk. “Is he hot?” was the first thing to come out of her mouth. It was around the ‘nicest’ things that would come from her. Embers didn’t like marriage, hated the idea of it. Yet she could see the happiness on Telrenyas face and she didn’t want to make fun of it. She wanted to support her, but not what she did. She took a step forwards, and regardless of how Telrenya reacted, pulled the shorter girl into a tight hug.

At the other girls joke about the possible posion, Embers merely snorted. She didn’t care about this others girls reactions nor opinions. She had recently taken apart of a bust of a player killer guild, and she had been damn public about it as she did it. As they wrapped up, a simple warning about possible attacks against her game out. In a fight, she felt confident. But if she was paralyzed, well, she was dead. She refused to take that risk.

“I’m a possible target for player killers. I know I can kill them if they attack me, but if I’m stunned, I die. I refuse to be killed like that” she said simply. Whether the other girl understood or not, Embers cared little for it. She had her reasons for what she did.

Embers took another handful of nuggets and started chewing right as Ragdoll asked her why she hated her. Embers couldn’t stop herself and started laughing at her, loudly as she finished chewing, before shaking her head “Hate you? The hell would I hate you for? You may be a grinning idiot” Embers closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat “I just don’t like you”

Embers followed in silence with her eyes clued onto Hestia. There was something, just so primal, so beautiful about someone being so angry that their flame comes out. Embers took a deep breath. Manipulation wasn’t her game, and while she didn’t understand it, there was some amusement to it.

Listening to the girl talk, Embers shook her head slightly. Hestia got this emotional from methods? That was a lie, and yet, a lie Hestia expected her to believe? Embers laughed, loudly, despite Hestia’s rage. Embers knew rage, knew it in all its forms. You didn’t get this worked up over methods.

“If that’s what you say…” Embers said when he laughter died down. She didn’t believe Hestia, and yet, she was curious if she would tell her. What Embers’ believed to be the truth. She shrugged her shoulders, and stretched her arms out. The boss wasn’t that far, but more than anything, Hestia interested her. Embers smirked once again, looking at her “If it helps, just pretend that this bee is Domarus~”   

Beautiful. The single word repeated itself in Embers head, over and over and over, as she watched Hestia finally burn. Embers smiled, the widest she ever had. Some people like her burnt a bright red, an inferno that engulfed everyone. But the rage, the burn of emotion within Hestia was different. A cold flame, blue just like her eyes. Watching her contain the scream that should have come as she lashed out, Embers felt something in her mind click.

‘Hestia and Domarus. They’re both burn with emotion. How am I gunna pick?’ She asked herself as she watched Hestia try and reign herself in, much to Embers disappointed. She’d of loved to see what happened if she let lose, let the fire within her chest explode. Even as she tried to calm herself, Embers could see it now as if it had always been there. The fire. Beautiful.

Hearing Hestias explanation, it made…an annoying amount of sense. That blue-haired girl always did seem too smart for her own good. Plus internal knowledge of what that girl has done…Deception wasn’t Embers way, but if Domarus wanted to take over. She wanted to throw a spanner in the works. She wanted Hestia to get involved and watch Domarus, the man who hated it when his plans failed, to watch all his effort go up in smoke. Maybe that would make him accept his emotions rather than hide them away behind his stupid smiling face.

Embers jogged to catch up with the other girl. As much as she wanted to drop the information she picked up about another member of the guild, she kept it to herself. She didn’t need to know about her, just yet. “Whats your issue with him? You’ve never said”  She couldn’t help herself, probing at the other girl.

Embers had every intention to talk to Tsu, namely about giving out her god damn name to a complete nutcase! Even she could see that this Ragdoll wasn’t operating on all cyclinders, a waste of her damn time. She had half a mind to just kick open the window and leave. But she would wait and see what this Ragdoll wanted from her.

Seeing the food placed infront of her, she quickly opened her inventory and used anti-paralyze item, before grabbing 4 in a single handful and stuffing her face. She hated that Domarus had been right. After their bust against the Pk’er guild, more strangers would approach her. She continued to eat, and briefly mulled over her options. She had nothing better to do, and Ragdoll was offering something. Well, she doubted they had anything she didn’t, but no harm in it.

“Quests” She said bluntly “Find a partner you can stand, do quests for the first time to get a big bonus. Or simply do them over and over if you like that crap. That’s why people like me aren’t high levelled, can’t be bothered doing the same quests over and over again” She let out a sigh “At this point, get in a guild and pray the leader is kindhearted” She didn’t offer Ragdoll her guild. Ever since her meeting with Hestia, something had felt off about Domarus. More so than what she already knew.

Embers honestly couldn’t care for the reasoning behind why Tsu refused to have damage in her kit. Her guild needed it? Stupid. If she ever gets attacked without her guild, she dies. Weakness. Glaringly big. She snorted at the stupidity, but said nothing. If Tsu didn’t see her weakness, then she would die for it. There was nothing Embers could do, nor cared to do.

She looked up, spotting Rowan circling in the air. Damn buzzard. He found something. The real question is what was so damn important he pissed off? A growl escaped the girls throat as she marched forwards angrily.

Rowan came down and landed on Arabelles’ shoulder right as Embers rounded the corner. Her crimson eyes locked onto the other girl instantly. She wasn’t running, but power marching forwards with a glare and a growl.

“Rowan, the hell was that!” She yelled, the Hawk turning to face his owner but not moving from Arabelle “I thought it was clear, you damn buzzard. I claimed you…” The girl raised her right arm, and almost instantly, the Hawk flew off Arabelle and onto Embers arm “And you claimed me…idiot, one of these days you’re gunna fly into a building and I won’t come and save you” Despite her aggressive tone, Embers was smiling and even gave her pet a snack before looking back up at the person who her bird had visited  “…The hell are you?”

Ragdoll. The first thought that crossed over Embers mind was she looked like an idiot. That stupid uniform, and just her aura. Embers believed herself a good read of people, and something was just off about this ‘ragdoll’. At her order to remove her weapon, Embers laughed loudly and shook her head.

“No. You asked me here, you go by my rules. My weapon stays on me” she said clearly, not taking out her Scythe but not making any more to remove the item from her back. While she didn’t say it, part of her wondered if this was an ambush. She knew of a Pk guild on the rise, and she had been part of the bust. If people didn’t like her before, that would be enough to get her killed. Ambushed. Assassinated. If some idiots were dumb enough to try that, she would be keeping her Scythe on her at all times.

Embers took a look at the menu. She would play ‘nice’, but that didn’t mean she’d play by this girls rules. “Build huh?” She asked before sighing. Some people in this world, idiots. “Screw it, those nuggets. A lot of them” The girl moved, kicking her feet up on one of the tables and looking at Ragdoll “Whatcha wanna know….? And don’t waste my damn time”

Embers liked Hestia. Even when it was, well, clear even to her that Hestia was the stronger player, she didn’t try and show it off. It was about them, a unified force. An odd feeling for certain, and yet, something inside Embers chest moved. The girl frowned for those moments. The hell was that?! She had spent years trying to find something that would do something to her, and she had always assumed it had to be from someone like her. Someone who burnt with emotion. So how the hell was Hestia, who burnt behind her eyes, doing this to her?!

“Oh, it’ll be a competition. Although, your spiked armour don’t count” She said, grinning “We both know that the last mob we ran into killed itself on you, and I’d rather a fair fight”. Embers, as much as she hated losing, did have herself honour. If Hestia wanted a bout, it would be on even footing…mostly.

Although, Hestia’s reaction was everything Embers had silently prayed for. And for barely a second, she could understand why Domarus used deceit. The look on Hestia’s face, the ice in her eyes and the rage behind them. A single word came to mind seeing it.

Beautiful.

Shrugging her shoulders, she continued “I was speakin’ to Domarus before, said something about allying up with them or something. A little weird honestly, they’ve got numbers but that’s about it. Still, he said he wanted to aborb them or somethin’” Embers watched Hestia, because there was one thing she was curious about. “Oh, on that note, Domarus said something weird about it. He said that Eatos was runnin’ it, or at least, that he was talki’ to her and not the kid. Little weird since I thought Stryder was in charge ya know?”

Embers attempted to turn her mind off, to simple sit where she was without some stupid thought going through her head. Annoyingly, it proved useless. Damn Hestia has really gotten into her skull recently, making her think about stuff. Not about her conscious, but making her awefully aware of how different she was to people. She thought she was used to that thought, yet it ate away at her while she was stuck in silence, and a silent rage burned through her chest.

“Damn girl, gunna have to kick her teeth in…” She muttered as she glanced up. Perched on the branch above her was Rowan, Embers’ Familiar. The White-Tailed Hawk was watching around, and spotted Telrenya long before Embers dd. The bird let out a squak, which made Embers look up. Spotting Telrenya, Embers face formed a smile. She stood up, 6 feet as she clicked her tongue. Rowan, with a single flap of his wings, hopped onto Embers shoulder as she walked forwards to greet Telrenya.

“T!” She called out, putting her hand out to quickly slap the other girls hand “Too long indeed. It’s goin’ well. Been spendin’ time with that guild person of yours, Hestia. She’s….” Embers paused to try find the right word “…annoyingly talkative sometimes, even if she does mean well…” Embers tilted her head at the other girl “What about you T? Surely, in that big guild of yours, something’ has happened to ya?”

Embers made her way back to the 1st floor, and found herself in a certain field surrounded by boars. She had opted to come, here of all places, due to a set of memories. Specifically, linked to a certain person who she was meeting. While Embers often actively avoided being sentimental, given she saw Telrenya as a little sister of sorts, she couldn't help but have it infect her heart. Part of her hated it, part of her wondered if that had always been a part of her. 

She had organised to catch up with Tel on the floor,  it had been some time since she'd seen the other girl and couldn't not be curious about her progress. She had heard a lot, and all of it was good. Tel was powering up quickly, a lot quicker than herself at any rate, and had gotten into one of the stronger guilds. She found herself smiling at that knowledge, although it did mean she had to keep her distance for now. All of people, she knew her emotions and how quickly they could flare up. She wouldn't damn Telrenya because of them. 

The girl sat herself down, unequiping her armour. Her clothes were a simple shirt, camo pants and boots. Her typical 'hiking' gear back in the real world, plus it felt a lot more comfortable to just relax in than her damn stuffy armour. Stuff did its job on the battle, but to relax? Urgh. 

@Telrenya @Jomei

 Embers stared at the hawk, that was perched on her right arm. They had been staring at each other for barely a minute, and to anyone else, it would appear as if they were doing just that. Staring. But for Embers, she knew it was more than that. Rowan, of late, had been acting up. Sure, her training of him hadn’t gone to plan and, for the most part, she allowed the familiar a large amount of freedom in his actions. But recently he’d been picking up other people, strays, and it was annoying her.

The staring would have continued, if the girl hadn’t received a message. Her first reaction was to frown. Who messaged her. And the frown didn’t go away upon reading the messenger. Ragdoll? Who the hell was that? Meeting at..Tsu’s place. There was a lot that confused her about the message, and more than anything, she wanted to know why Tsu gave out her name. Didn’t hybrid know she didn’t like to be bothered?!

The girl didn’t bother reply to the message, but she made her way to the teleporter and moved to the 10^th floor. It didn’t take her long to kick the door open, her crimson eyes locking onto Ragdoll. Embers, armed with her black knights armour and scythe, let out an animalist growl “You ragdoll I presume?”