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The old structure that likely once was a great sigh for civilization seems to have many a mystery. To the eyes of today the old ruins were sadly forgotten from the past.

As the pair were moving along. What they should have been doing is looking up. These rooms now were maybe more intact. More structure to stand. The floor above had been feeling the test of time. With metal objects that had started to corrode. The pair took another few steps both might want to watch out, and move slow. Or risk being burned with the feeling of acid dripping on their heads.


((Oh, I understand. I like that about you. No random stuff in the post besides the post.
I only don't want to seem too controling. or risk feeling like I am playing you in the RP. Your roles are your 2 char who I will always try to wait and let you play out the path.))

Having to tread through as the male points out he wants her to go through his hassle and worrying. Time was the one thing she had not. knowing she had been having this chat while giving off the impression that time would not save any head here. Letting the heads all talk and listen. The lady would never show a weakness. That is for the fools that most prove to be.
 
Almost feeling like she could hear the body of the head talk now try to move. She step over and looked across the room to the other more open area in these rooms of the old ruins. Watching the arm try to move with in the closed off seal that she brought the body here in. The hand seem to be wanting to get closer. To possible reach the head that rested upright looking out. On top of the section of wall that was still standing on the wall that had partly caved in. Maybe the body refusing to teach and having no ability to show any training made the body a distraction.
 
Action must be taken, especially if this one seem insistent on talking, and even coming to an arrangement. The lady's eyes start to glow black and her hare changed a little from it normal pink to tips being black. A wind formed but not everywhere. Only by where she stood in a random place not close to the heads but not near where any one stands. Wind also started around the male's body. "For the sprit to be ready, the flesh must first grow weak...." The body started to feel the effect, as all life started to leave the body as the lady completes her incantation ...."Just long enough for that in flight to pass, cheek to cheek." The body would drop with out any connection to the head any more. Still not dead but now with out the entity to fight back. All that came out of that bishop moved to his head. Contain between his cheek bones.
 
At last the random, localized wind stopped when the motion of energy stopped. "So be it. On this day perhaps an exception can be made. Not for the pity of being one who claims enough lost to life." She looked at everyone else there with them. Each head saved from the harm in the city. Also the one who was the masked male that was on the lady's side. "Time is the time to end this, this time."
 
Making sure all other by magic seem to fall asleep. Everyone's eyes closed and she could talk to the male who she was working on for the time. "Anyone else would think your voice is seeking to prolong this. Lets us be at the end. Events had unfolded. Behind the closed door of that drunken den. My mind was on who was the power that was about to let the building kill all inside. Who was the power who should move on. Some sometimes  prove to have a little value, and can be let go. For in our short time together. Example 1 already did that. Running to the forest with out a clue. Some show to never have any future and that is something that can be left to the dirt. One among the group should be that greatness standing among, but also above the rest. That someone does not need to worry about what can stay behind for my father learning. That someone will have the lay of thee land. With my time will become my primary interest to document. To be biographized and watch as chronicler. To record as a scholar for other scholars." 




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Kanna and Emperor Hybrid flew back from the attack

Kanna casts Curaja healing herself and Emperor Hybrid " Maybe we should not disturb this creature

Emperor Hybrid nods "Precisely, this creature is just keeping this place from being melted from the corrosive liquid"

Kanna noticed something on Ochu's foot "Wait there's something in it's foot" Kanna heads toward Ochu " It's ok I'm not going to hurt you " Kanna then pulls out a thorn in it's foot "There you go, this acid must been come from something?"

Emperor Hybrid nods "It's why we are here, something is harming these ruins"

Kanna rubs Ochu's face "Maybe this creature should know"

He couldn’t disagree more. For the spirit to be ready, the mind must first grow fortified. ’Burnin’ blood is immortal,’ he muses, bastardizing the old quote engraved on Pope’s kusarigama. Metaphysical forces prohibit the advance of his severed would-be corpse, a wind of some sort acting as a barrier or wall. His body felt strange, heavy even; though that wasn’t a first for him. His body would drop though instead it quakes defiantly; its preternatural physique unified in the act in lieu of fighting to progress forward.

When the wind stopped his body remained standing, still quaking defiantly even if incapacitated. His narrowed gaze remains locked onto her, a scowl worn on his expression. Exceptions, pity, who the hell died and made her Queen? Even then, who the ******** was she to think she could hold jurisdiction over him? When she mentions it’s time to end this he remains silent, he retains his scowl and waits patiently for her to put him out of his misery.

” ‘bout fuqn time,” he mussitates under his breath.

His eyes closed, and he basks in the relief that this was it. He was finally going to be reunited with Cicily, and together they’d rest in paradise. Hell, but their paradise in the afterlife all the same. Though when the woman begins speaking again, he realizes he was once again mistaken. He rolls his eyes, though he remains silent and listens. She recants the past sequence of events, perhaps more for herself than for him; not that he was aware of anything she could say, but because he still didn’t give a ******** a’ready told y’ I ain’t s**t toots. A proper ********’ no-one,” he says despite his rich history, and the reputation that used to follow him.

”Do me a favo’, go dig in m’ pockets an’ bring me a smoke. D’as ‘bout all da’ paper y’ gonna’ get outta’ me schola’,” he says in complete seriousness.

She said a whole lot about what she experienced, about what she strives to experience. Out of all that, to him it sounded like she was just another white broad looking for a mutt to salvage. Whether she carries a complete hero complex, he wasn’t the sort to see himself as needing mercy or to be saved. During the darkest times of his life when he did, he was one of thousands of countless souls whose prayers and cries for help went unapologetically unanswered. It was a hard pill to swallow that nobody was coming to save you, though once he accepted that, he came to realize that nobody was coming to stop him either.

The dame was looking for a soul to save, and the irascible meta identifies as one beyond such. Whether she opts to spare him, he doubts she’ll find any use of him. If she was convinced, he was trying to drag out the conversation prior, perhaps now he’d painted a clearer image for her. One devoid of him attempting to make light of the situation, albeit because of his inebriation.

He was simple, a feat he seldom fought. Though she implies he’s stupid in how she says it. Which was rich considering her unwillingness to accept what’s in front of her for what it is.

He wasn’t a pup, hadn’t been in a couple decades at this point. He’s an old wolf, one she couldn’t properly break if she wanted, and one that willingly ignored the chance to learn new tricks unless he wanted to. She seeks a new pet, and in doing so prospects a feral creature. All he wants is to know he raised his son well enough to ensure his survival, and maybe some good brain to cap him off daily. He’s the entire package she seeks, though he’s more than just which makes him less than her perfect candidate.

”It ain’t hard, but’t’s rhetorical ain’it? Da’fuq I look like askin’ t’ keep wha’s a’ready been removed? Can’t keep w’as a’ready been bargained away,” he says as a matter of fact.

Without his body, he was already out of fingers and toes to account for. She was intimidating, in her own right. Perhaps if she’d found him closer to his adolescence, she’d have had him reacting exactly as she’d please. Regardless, this is how she’d found him. He had no interest in playing pretend, though he was not beyond being used in such a way so long as he felt he was properly compensated for it. Tzak “The Ripper” Bishop ain’t never been nobodies b***h, and he wasn’t about to cop out to some sexy dame with pink hair, powerful magic, and a bad attitude.

Though it might not be obvious, the fact that she was so powerful and easily capable of dominating him carried its own allure. The only thing better than a bad b***h was one that fit the definition in more than one way. Most would deem it unhealthy by human standard, but he’d always been attracted to strong women in some variety.

”…yes,” he mutters begrudgingly as his wry grin gradually returns with a dismissive shake of his head.

The beast could not answer, this was such a thing that moved around well when with a hurt foot. The Ochu had motive to move, licking it lips. The parts on top did move a little, and if either of the pair noticed, it might seem like some mammals the way ears might move, or it might seem even more similar to an insect, the way the antenna move.

With Kanna and Emperor Hybrid looking up and next looking around as each dropping sound cause their ear. The Ochu makes a move forward and to a side. Moving a distance away from the female of the pair. The pair were not looking, the Ochu lid on the dirt that was along the floor of the old ruins. The Ochu had some kind of snack. By the time anyone could really see, the Ochu's mouth was closed.

”Not even close Dame,” he says with a chortle.

Inevitably, she saunters closer to his head and picks it up. He smiles as she does, making a kissy face and flipping his tongue at her in shameless tease. He snirtles again afterward, and he would shake his head dismissively if she wasn’t holding it.

”Nervous? I’ll be a’ight. Ain’t my first time,” he croons mischievously.

He laughs as he gropes his pockets for his pack of Lho and retrieves one with deft efficiency despite the lingering awkwardness throughout his extremities. Agility was one thing, though speed was another. Perhaps he should listen to her. He parts his lips ever so slightly and exhales a wisp of flame against the tip of the Lho prior to placing it twixt his lips and taking a reassuring drag. The blue tinged smoke dances from the cherry as his lips part to inhale deeply, and he exhales a plume of smoke slowly. Already he could feel relief returning to him, staving off his episodes for some time.

”Might’a sent a few home m’self in m’ prime. Damn temper usually got da’best o’me tho’,” he admits, chasing his words with a snicker.

As much of a mother ******** as he is agreeing her malice was up to par, The Ripper had yet to lose kin to murder and not avenge them properly. He doesn’t hope she never does this to him, though he makes a note that it isn’t beyond her. Already he plots ahead at the aspect of having to get her before she gets him. Then again, perhaps what started as a typical night in some shithole dive bar trying to take the edge off and get <********> has instead transpired into something more worthwhile.

His narrowed gaze studies her more from his familiar point of view as she works, admiring her frame enough to lick his lips between puffs. She ain’t look like much, neither did he. Though like him she was strong, of that much he was certain. Not just as a witch, but her reminiscent strength hinted at in her extremities from the vulnerable way she’d just handled his head.

”Guess it’s us den my nih,” he croons into a chortle as he raises the Lho stick to his lips once more.

He didn’t have the slightest clue as to where they’d be off to next, though he’d become all but held captive against his will. His gaze returns to their fair lady, and he proceeds to stretch slowly and thoroughly. Showcasing a limber nature his lifestyle habits might beg otherwise at first glance. When he merely flexes his fists by closing them, each audibly pops several times nearly in unison. The same could be said about the decisive cracks and pops the sequence from his back, his shoulder, and finally his neck.

He lets the Lho stick hang twixt his lips and puffs aimlessly as he focuses on controlling his breathing and proceeds to shadowbox. He rises to the balls of his feet and bounces mildly with a broken pattern. Occasionally dipping his chin and slipping or blocking a feigned strike.

”I ain’t say all’at,” he rebuts to her question of regularly. ”But I’ve lost limbs an’ I’ve died befo’.

He doesn’t seem bothered by it in the least, just matters of fact. Perhaps by now she’d noticed his chrome teeth, whether she realizes they are surgical implants replacing every one of his original teeth. The earliest gift he received after having the originals knocked out early in his adult life. Not from his typical street life, though from the pit brawling and prize fighting he used to be famous in and around Gaia Primus for. If the lady is well read or aware enough of the tournament scene some decade or two ago, she’d eventually identify him as Tzak “The Ripper” Bishop.

If renowned for nothing else he was the last public prospect to become the champion of the Hell’s Stride cathedral, though he failed to defeat its current guardian; the White Wolf.

”Da’ box loses value whennet’s empty don’et?” he asks rhetorically.

Given enough time she’d see that part of him he tries to keep chained up inside. What he used to refer to ominously as his INNER-G, threatening others not to make him unleash it. Often received as a bluff or some tough guy act, Bishop has sent several times more men to the morgue than the hospital. Not even the lady could be bothers to scoop red applesauce and grey matter into a box once a head had been effectively popped like a grape. If she said otherwise, he’d be tempted to call her a liar.

”A’ight,” he says plainly as he flicks the spent lho stick away from them, slowly exhaling that last hit.

Looking at her again he considers he generally likes a woman with a little more meat on her bones, though being of ectomorphic build himself it wasn’t beyond him to find attraction in slender frames. She ain’t have much to hold onto, though that didn’t mean the chicken wasn’t good. A crooked, wry grin parts his lips, and he quirks a brow as he gently clears his throat.

”Dere’s betta’ ways t’get da’ blood flowin’ if you’re bored ‘r curious,” he says shamelessly, winking at the lady with a mischievous chortle.