[IC] Myriad AoW Chapter 1 - Rise from the Cinders

[Notus]

City of the Thousand Races, near the Gate Square - 11:00 AM

1st day of the 5th month; Year 2 of the Alliance of Races

From the outside, the place looked like a regular house of 'The Thousand', as the city was called. Snow white walls with doors, windows and their frames coloured a bright yellow, and the light grey roof tiles that were so characteristic. Most houses and stores on the center of the City followed that pattern, each with it´s details painted a diferent colour, giving the place a simple, light and confortable atmosphere.

Despite that, behind the locked door and down the hidden stairs on the back of that particular house, the tension could be felt in the air. It was probably the ideal place for a secret meeting - hidden in plain sight, no one would guess that matters concerning the entire world of Myriad would be discussed there in a few moments.

All the invited people had already arrived. Some were sitting in the simple wood benches placed by the walls, some were standing and probably all were watching one another. None of the ones gathered there were your average person and most likely all of them were already aware of this.

Laying against the back wall of the room was a tall and lean man in dark coat and crimson cape. His hands were covered by black gloves and he wore thick track boots. His face was remarkably handsome, his hair a dark mess that didn´t actually look bad, his eyes of an inhuman, glowing red that studied all the others in the room. Not that the single black horn on his forehead didn´t tell anyone who looked at him that he wasn´t human to begin with.

The demon had already been there when the first of the guests arrived and, except for a cordial welcome when each of them entered, he had said no word to the moment.

After making sure everyone who was supposed to be there had arrived, he stood up properly and clapped hands to call everyone´s attention. The sound was muffled by his gloves, but in the small space it worked nonetheless.

"Hey now everyone, it´s about time we get started." he said with a lively voice. " My name is Vermillio Astaroth - yes, as in the current Demon Army Commander and Demonic Races representative in the Alliance - and I´ll be personally briefing you about the mission you were nominated to carry out. Consider it an honor." Vermillio spoke deliberately, with a smirk on his face, as if savouring the dominant position over the audience.

Vermillio was a living legend of the battlefield and one of the four original founders of the Allied Races; being briefed by someone that high up surelly spoke something about the importance of this 'mission', whatever it was.

"I don´t know how much you were told about all of this beforehand, but I´ll explain it all in detail in a few moments. Buut, before that, I´d like to know the people I´m working with, just in case I have to kick anyone out. So ladies and gentleman and creatures in general, could you please introduce yourselves?"

[IntSys]

Bargus, City of the Thousand Races, near the Gate Square - 11:00 AM

Bargus, while arrogant himself, knew his match when he sees one. Having heard of his abilities, he would not dare to challenge his place.

He stood up from his bench, that poor thing seemed like it was crackling out of joy when the demonic mass departed from it. "I'm Bargus, the Demon, and a veteran Pyrofiend. Currently in exile from the lands of demons."

[Ragnar]

Jesse, right after Bargus's Introduction.

A kid with a noticeable rifle on his back raises his hand from the corner as soon as he heard the question.

"Oh! Oh! My turn! my turn! me next! me next!" The impatient angel said ,oozing with a lot of energy and enthusiasm while wildly waving his hand and went after Bargus's introduction. "My name is Jesse and I'm an angel, well... sort of. The things I do is not what you call 'angel-like' in your world, As long as they are in my line of range, I can put bullets between my enemies eyes with my trusty rifle right here." Jesse said with a smile as he points out the weapon on his back.

"I know, I know It's not what the Angels of Myriad would do seeing they are fond of using magic but hey, this is the only method I know how in dealing with the enemies. It's fast, effective and it lets me sleep at night." Jesse cockly said as he combs his blonde hair."..and No, in case you're wondering, I got no stereotypical feathery wings on my back but that's another story" The demi-angel said with a wide smile to Vermillio.

[Chevaleresse]

Gabriel sighed. Of course it was a demon they were meeting with. It could have been worse, he supposed, though his slight frown only deepened when Bargus stood and introduced himself. From the wall he was leaned against, he straightened and uncrossed his arms. "I am Gabriel. I am proficient in healing spells and have worked as an assassin for the Alliance for some time." His pale red gaze met Vermillio's as he spoke, his child's voice contrasting his simple, matter-of-fact speech. "I am in possession of other talents that I would rather not discuss at this point in time."

[Felicity]

Jorgen stood, his spine was straight as a ruler and his arms plastered to his side as he barked out his introduction. "I am Jorgen Von Bashfist. I am here on orders from my superiors to aid the alliance, primarily in combative measures. My training did not take into account extraordinary capabilities from extraordinary individuals so I shall trust you all know your business. I specialise in close quarters combat and out of combat menial labour that requires a large amount of physical strength." Jorgen's gaze quickly glanced at Gabriel, sizing him up. "I'd like to keep this professional. So long as the operation comes before personal motives, we won't have any issues."

[Cool Girl]

Misara stood there, with a pale look on her face, eyes wide, as if she had PTSD. However, she tries her best to keep her cool. She uncrossed her legs from the table and tried her best to introduce herself.

"I'm Misara, a half-demon assassin. I'm experience in all sorts of combat. I have joined the alliance seeking answers in my life. Nice to meet you all. And for the record, we're just allies. Nothing more, nothing less."

Misara sits back down. She does not think about the people that had just introduced themselves. She then decides to wait until everyone has arrived.

Edited August 23, 2016 by Cool Girl

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

"Do enjoy your seat of power arrogant little whelp. Being the one in charge of a host of demons is a curse, no blessing." Luna thought to herself. She had observed most of the others already introduce themselves... she wasn't impressed. So far another demon, an overly enthused angel, what appeared to be a child... though Luna knew better than to assume that was his true form. In her years of experience, it was rather obvious his true nature. Still, rather mundane regardless. He'd have been a much more fascinating presence before the change than after. She sighed. Can't win them all. The next, a cyborg. Technically human, but... Luna could feel the holes within his humanity from the tampering. The Spark of humanity dulled from the lose of flesh. Perhaps, it was only something she could sense as she knew where to look. However, this human didn't seem very interesting to herself. Much a brute like the demons she rather despised.

Last, a Half-Demon. Can't say it was fair, but Luna definitely wasn't very interested in this one. The assumption there nearly made her laugh. "Just allies. Don't flatter yourself... as if I'd want anything to do with you. You're not even half interesting. A lost little lamb in over her head. I have no sympathy for one such as you." She thought to herself. However, not something she could say aloud. She didn't really care if she was heard, she just didn't want to sat off this unit on a bad foot. She was going to be stuck with the dull beings for awhile... best not to anger them. So, she sighed and decided to say something a bit less blunt. "You'll only find answers you don't want. Such is the way of battle. Soldiers... and those who fight to find definition, only find an empty one. One where you are nothing but a machine that kills, a blade created for but one purpose... destruction.That will break if you dare bend." She said directly to the girl who had introduced herself prior.

She quickly turned to face the commander then as she addressed the room from the back where she was standing in one of the corners. She projected her voice rather well when she wanted to be heard. "As for your introductions... they are a waste of time. However, I'll oblige anyway. They know me as... Bom. Charmed~. As for what I can do, it's easier to show than tell. However, now is not the time."

((She is in her human form by the way, which... is really demon form but hers is really so unassuming that's it's hard to tell, other than by demons who get an uncanny feeling just from being near her.))

[krim]

City of the Thousand Races, near the Gate Square - 11:00 AM

"An honor." Raziel thought as the grim awareness of his situation took over him once more. The concept was almost laughable.

He actually did chuckle to himself during introductions, though, when one of the women informed a half-demon on the realities of battle. An inexperienced one. Great.

Noticing a lapse in conversation, he stood and met Vermillio's gaze with a cold stare. "Why did it have to be a demon?" he wondered before speaking aloud in a guarded tone. "I am Raziel. Angel, mage and healer. That is all you need to know."

Having finished, he sat back down and looked about, seemingly without interest. "I wonder if one of those big men over there would kill me if I asked. It's certainly getting to the point that I'm wondering if this is worth it."

Edited August 23, 2016 by DragonMasterKrim

[M_Cowher]

City of the Thousand Races, near the Gate Square - 11:00 AM Rhaeza

Rhaeza always hated introducing himself. That was probably spawned from the fact that he usually worked alone. When in a situation like this he always had the rule of never speaking first, and never speaking last. He felt that he had waited long enough and stood up, his black trench coat flapping behind him as he rose.

"My name is Rhaeza, not that any of you will probably care to remember it. I'm an operative for the vampiric army, and I specialize in stealth infiltration, and removal or execution of targets. And no I'm not a vampire, I'm a werewolf. And I can control my transformations. That is a story for another day though." He finished and slowly sat back down, trying to find a comfortable position, but gave up when he started to look ridiculous.

'I hope I never have to do that again. I forgot to say 'monster', but they all know what I am.' Rhaeza thought to himself, before observing some of the others in the room.

Edited August 24, 2016 by M_Cowher

[Sutoratosu]

Lucille

Lucille had let others go first as the introductions began, still sitting in one of the far corners of the room. The faces of all those assembled flashing through her mind despite her eyes being shut... though not like them being open would've mattered either way. Despereaux was silent as he peered out from his perch on her shoulder, twin orbs of draconic green replacing the usual black voids that were his own eyes and darting from one individual to the next as they rose. It was shame Bora had to stay outside, but well, there was no way she could've squeezed him down here... at least not without letting him tear down the door and make his own entrance. Even though the bear wasn't that far and she could see what he was doing with a mere impulse, it still made her uneasy entering this darkened, cramped place full of strangers without the insurance he provided... useful and versatile as Despereaux was, he was still no fighter.

She still had no idea what any of this even was. That summons couldn't have been more cryptic if it had tried; even Old Fox had made more sense of his riddles than what dribble she had read through the mouse's eyes. But one way or another, it didn't really matter. She was here now, and there was no real way out of it as far as she could see. So... this was what it felt like to be caged.

She had already matched the faces to scents and voices of probably just under half of them before enough was enough. As much as she'd rather be elsewhere, she'd have to speak eventually, might as well bite the bullet now.

Figuratively, of course...

"My name is Lucille," She began, not even bothering to stand. Des returned to his devices and sniffed the air intently as she released his sight and opened her own eyes, their platinum white easy to see even if this dim light. There was no point hiding it, everyone saw eventually, enemies and friends alike. Her missing sight was as much a part of her as all her intact senses. "trying to explain exactly what I can do isn't much justice to the significance of it, so let's just say I have a way with beasts and leave it at that. And before you waste your breath asking: yes, I am. I can't see any of you, those stairs leading down from the door, or even the very bench I'm sitting on."

technically not a lie. sort of... alright, it was kinda. Sound wasn't really 'seeing', but, some probably considered it close enough. Either way, it was safer not to give them full disclosure right now, before she even knew just what she had been volunteered for. Despereaux meanwhile had stopped his sniffing to focus on the raven haired woman across the room, stroking his whiskers as he cocked his head in confusion. Whatever it was that bothered him though ,was about as much of an enigma as nearly everything else about the little rodent...

[Chevaleresse]

The young-looking half-elf nodded at Jorgen's words. However, Gabriel's increasing displeasure was too much for even his practiced facade of calm, with a deep frown making its home on his face as he listened to the introductions. More demons, another night horror. . . and this 'Bom.' Why does a seemingly normal woman refer to herself with such a name? The lore I've read. . . why christen yourself with the name of some demon god? And why does she seem so. . . off? Like she's emitting some sort of sound, just on the edge of hearing. . . At least I am not entirely surrounded by monsters. "I am sure you would not be here if you couldn't manage yourself," the vampire replied to Lucille, giving a significant look to each of the others in the room before returning his gaze to the one who would call herself a god. He said nothing to her, but studied her despite the unease he felt.

[Notus]

Vermillio listened to the presententations while always keeping that smirk on his face. In contrast with the devil-may-care smile though, his red eyes pierced each and every one of them as they spoke with such intensity that it looked like he was trying to capture their very essences with those few words they offered. It could be very unsettling to be gazed at like this, or very annoying at least. There were still some people who hadn´t introduced themselves, but Vermillio couldn´t hold himself in his eagerness to interact with the ones who had already spoken.

First, the demon ellegantly walked through the room towards Jorgen, and unexpectedly passed an arm over the Cyborg´s shoulder - or the closest he could manage to that, since the man was considerably bigger than himself - in a perhaps too friendly gesture. "Well Jorgen my man, but what´s the fun in this if we just keep it strictly professional? What good is having so many wonderful team mates as those if you can´t sit and have a can of oil with them after a hard day´s work?"

Before any reaction, the Commander in Chief of the Demons spun around behind the Cyborg like a dancer, stopping on the other side of him, close to Misara. He stood behind the girl and put both gloved hands on her shoulders, massaging them. "And what, my sweet Misara, is your conception of allies? Maybe co-workers, like good ol´ Jorgen here seems to suggest? Nah, that´s too shallow. Perhaps people you fight with at a time and never again get to see after that? But why wouldn´t those stab you in the back later if that suited them? Doesn´t anyone here have a better guess? I know all of you must be reeeally smart, and of course someone has lots of experience with team work to brag about."

He stepped back to Jorgen, putting now his left hand on the giant´s shoulder. "C´mon guys. Allies should be the people we care about and protect in the battlefield, and that we are sure that will do the same for us." He looked past Jorgen to the other side, eyes meeting Gabriel´s with a clear glint of innocent amusement - or maybe there was a bit of malice in there? "It´s just like we´re a big family! Isn´t that great, little Gabriel? "

And with that, almost as if to illustrate this 'so pure' feeling of his towards subordinates, he spread two huge, dragon-like wings from his back to embrace all of the three he had chosen to talk too first - Misara on the right, Jorgen on the center and Gabriel on the left. The wings couldn´t be seen at all before and seemingly sprouted from inside his body in that very instant - hypotesis backed up by a wet and not much pleasant noise that accompanied the show.

[Felicity]

Jorgen couldn't help smirking. It was either a damned aggressive way to make friends or a few cracks at the oh so serious group, bth approaches he could appreciate. He awkwardly tried to shrug, despite his predicament, dragging his metal arms across the two next to him in the process, catching them a little with the joints. "Well, you can't say I didn't try." He then grinned, worked his arms free and added his own arms to the embrace, crushing Misara and Gabriel with his own hug. "My CO isn't fond of you other races, at least now I can say I tried to be cold at first in my report! Ha!" Jorgen chortled, possibly obnoxiously considering his proximity with the others. "Where's that oil can? I'd like to toast to new friends, yeah?"

[Cool Girl]

Miser feels crushed by Jorgen's hug.

"Uhhh, you're crushing me!"

Misara almost felt intimidated and agitated as Vermilio approached her, but felt comforted and warm as he put both hands on her shoulders. She accepts what he has to say and tries her best to get close to her ally.

"Yeah, Jorgen, I guess I'll have a drink with you. Not oil though."

[Chevaleresse]

"Please do not refer to me as 'little Gabriel,' if you could-" The rest of his speech is cut off by a startled yelp as the demon folded his wings about the half-elf. By the gods above and below...! He then made a wheezing noise as Jorgen folded him into a second hug. "Please, please let me go." I should take a bite out of him, just a bit, then he'd stay back, heheheh,. . . No. No no no. He placed his hands on the two men and pushed himself back. Contrary to his appearance, his touch would have felt something like iron pressing against the two. Once he freed himself, he patted at his clothes a bit as if they had become dusty. "If you'll pardon me, I don't drink. And if you could keep sudden contact like that to a minimum, that would be ideal.

[Notus]

Vermillio stepped back with a hearty laugh and folded his wings again. Now he looked genuinelly amused and, perhaps, a bit surprised. "Oh-ho. I didn´t actually expect you guys to roll with it this quickly. That´s great, that´s great, maybe we can really become good friends." He patted Jorgen on the shoulder and went back to his central position in the room. "And don´t worry, I´ll be sure to fetch some milk so you can keep us company, lil' Gabriel." the demon said as he turned to face all of them again, apparently not noticing the half-vampire´s remarks about nicknames.

"Sorry for the interruption everyone; you can finish introducing yourselves now."

((Waiting for: Jory and Inno. The rest of the cast is free to interact with each other as well.))

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Luna wasn't quite sure how to take this, Vermillo. Quite the character for one who supposedly lead an army. Too bubbly, much too caring. He should know better than anyone else the dangers of believing that your soldiers were as family. She could understand to some degree the need, but too much was an issue. At least from a commanding officer for certain. "I have to respectfully disagree with your assessment." she thought in her head, but rather than state it she kept it to herself instead. She didn't feel like talking to such a boring being. So, rather than prompt him to speak to her she'd stay silent instead. Better for her sanity, and his health.

The little one she was much more interested. She noticed his glance... putting it lightly... from across the room before being assaulted with a hug. The half-glare, wasn't really concerning to her, but she found it interesting that for some reason, he had an issue with her. At least, she so believed. What could it be? Did her actually know who she was? Luna doubted it. Not many knew of the Primordial these days. Even the demons that could sense her no longer truly understood the signal anymore. They just chalked it up to something in the air. Also of course, they saw her true form. The form that was still talked about in legends, though vaguely, known only as, the Terror Beast. It was unknown to them if it was a creature, a demon... whatever. But it was Luna's true form, the one she created. Every true shapeshifter had one. The echo of their identity. Each was unique, tending to be a creature like no other. Hers was especially potent. Among the Primordial ones, Bom was one of the strongest if not the strongest Shifter. Typically, they were considered some of the weakest Primordials. However, Bom was the reason they never counted them out completely. It'd be a grave error to underestimate them after they knew of Bomoriel. For the longest time her name meant something. She was glad it didn't hold much reverence these days. That it was forgotten. She wasn't fond of the legends attached to that name. However, she still kept it's use for those she wanted nothing to do with. Her name, the one she gave herself... Luna. It was only for those she wished to have it.

She worried now that somehow, this Gabriel knew what "Bom" meant. He was clearly a Vampire. Despite his child-like appearance... he was anything but. How long he was in this world was unknown to Luna. And how into obscure legend he was, was also unknown. Regardless of time... those that dug down deeply could find the name. It wasn't exactly a secret. It wasn't exactly kept under wraps by those that would think her a god. However... this all had to be in her head. There was no way... Was there? She pushed the thoughts aside. She didn't want to think about them.

It was clear something was bugging the vampire other than her due to his reaction to Vermillio. So, she had to be overthinking this. Maybe he just didn't like people. Kinda like her feelings right now. She had no desire to be within these walls right now, least with the like so those that showed up. The only one she found to be truly interesting so far was Lucielle. A human, blind. At least, on the surface. There was something about her she wasn't lettin' on. It's was obvious solely for the fact that she was here. Clearly, it was no impairment for her. Perhaps... being blind was a boon, it was why she was here, it was what made her who she is. Speculation, but Luna had seen some strange things in her time. That tended to happen to those born at the beginning of time.

She continued to remain where she was for the time being. She wasn't interested in making friends and she certainly wasn't interested in whatever dull and idle small talk that was a majority of conversation of the common folks.

[Chevaleresse]

"Despite my appearance, I am not a child, so please do not refer to me or act toward me as such." His tone was mostly firm rather than hostile, though one experienced with the mannerisms and courtesies of the nobility would recognize an incredibly irritable lordling when they saw one.

After making his comments, he takes a few steps backward, ensuring he's out of Vermillio's reach for the moment, and settles against a wall once again, resuming his study of Bom once again. Though, this time, he attempts to be a bit more subtle about it rather than essentially staring at the woman. He also unconsciously rubbed his arm where he had been pinched; a canny observer would have also noted that his pale skin was entirely unblemished, despite a small mark having been there before.

[M_Cowher]

Rhaeza couldn't help but smile a little at Vermillio's embrace of his new company members. As much as Rhaeza enjoyed working alone (mainly because it was all he ever did), he was curious about his new 'companions'. Sure Rhaeza got around in his travels, but most of that was sneaking through towns unnoticed or shifting to his werewolf form to traverse the wilds much faster than any mount could carry a skilled rider, or even one of these vehicles that he keeps hearing about. Rhaeza was intelligent, but he may have forgotten to do his homework on some of other races and their specialties, so this was a bit of a learning experience for him.

Rhaeza spent most of his life in the vampiric STR (special tactics and recon), aside from his earlier life, which he tends to avoid talking about. The STR provided Rhaeza with a ton of resources and information at his disposal, which in most cases he tended to make use of, except humans. Rhaeza found them to be terribly boring, being surpassed by their own technology in many cases.

'Don't zone out again, this could be important.' He thought to himself, stopping thinking about himself, and begun to focus his attention on the others. 'Maybe if I don't get up I won't have to hug anyone... That is a practice of these people that I would rather not be associated with.'

[Ragnar]

"Other races are weird." Jesse nonchalantly said as he tilts his head and watched the others get comfortable with each other. The fact that the demon commander is hugging out another demon who clearly has issues, a killer elf and a metal man with his massive dragon wings still puzzles the angelic sniper.

The only time I hug is when I strangle people with my piano wire. Jesse thought to himself and can't help but to chuckle, remembering the fun times he had with his victim. Well as long as they are getting along, I see no problem. The wingless angel thought to himself.

"Say, Razia? Raziel.. what's your view in all of this? I mean between us angels, what's your take on the demon commander? I think he's faking it for the sake of the team." Jesse discreetly asked the water angel beside him.

Edited August 24, 2016 by Ragnar

[Felicity]

Jorgen sat once more, ready to listen to the last of the introductions. This was good. The beginning of a dynamic between them. Knowing where everyone stood with each other made it easier to manipulate the actions people would take on the battlefield. Knowing what people would do had it's obvious advantages, Jorgen noted a few quiet people, certainly this group had its fair share of reserved individuals. Maybe he could goad them into interacting. Even if they disliked him, one less unknown would go a long way.

[Jory]

Jarvis stifled a chuckle, announcing his presence for the first time with a clear of his throat. "How... Quaint," he said slowly, his posh accent lilting over even the two short syllables he had uttered. The man was leaning against a wall in the back of the room, doing his best to avoid notice. Up until then, his attention had been raptly fixed on the one who had introduced herself as 'Bom.' Obviously a fake name, he noted. Despite her very, very human appearance, Jarvis continued to stare at her. He performed an ocular patdown, taking stock of every way he could conceive of the woman attempting to murder every person in the room before he discounted that as decidedly unlikely. Still, though, there was something... off about her. He kept a poker face as he turned his attention to the group hug taking place.

Well, they seem to get on well. Perhaps this won't be the most dull mission of the year, he thought to himself dryly, a corner of his mouth pulling upward as he resisted smiling at his own inner monologue. That leaves me to introduce myself. Gods above, do I hate these things. He let out a hefty sigh, loud enough that the keen ears of the blind druid would certainly pick it up. He pushed off the wall, twirling his umbrella in his hand as he moved forward. "Well, here now. Don't leave old Jarvis out, or I just might cry." He offered the rest of the group a light smile. "After all, it's been some time since I've worked with people who are actually competent. Most of my jobs lately have been glorified babysitting."

[InnocentSerenity]

"Father, what's for breakfast..?"

Karol groggily opened her eyes, stretching her arms out as she awoke from her nap. It was certainly a nice sleep, considering she was dreaming of whale-watching on a private beach back home. To her dismay, she had to open her eyes to remind her that she wasn't anywhere near home.

"Oh right, I'm somewhere else. What was I doing again?" Karol looked in front of her to see the well-dressed demon. "Well, aren't you good-looking, Dracula, what's the occasion?" A look around the room reminded Karol of what she was doing. A secret meeting. Karol assumed they probably wanted her to talk about herself.

"Oh right, I need an introduction, huh?" Getting up from her seat, Karol gave herself a deep breath before speaking with a serious tone. "The name's Karol. I'm what you might call a Weapon Spirit, and here's that weapon." Karol removed the Sniper Rifle attached to her bag, flaunting it around like a trophy. "Nice, huh? Bet it puts that little kid's pea-shooter to shame." Karol stuck her tongue out in Jesse's direction as she spoke. "Now then, back to my nap."

Karol jumped back into her chair, hoping to lull herself back to sleep.

[Felicity]

Jorgen stood abruptly and marched over to Karol. On the short way, he nodded to Jarvis. "Of course the invitation for drinks is extended to you friend." When he got to Karol he leaned over and very carefully flicked her nose. He hoped he hadn't broke it but he wasn't really made for small gestures. He'd have preferred to have picked her up and shaken her just to thoroughly wake her up but alas, it was not possible."It is incredibly rude to sleep when others are talking to you." Jorgen sad in a stern tone of voice, as though he was talking to a petulant child.

[InnocentSerenity]

"Owwie.." Karol rubbed her nose, woken up from the slight pain. "It's just as rude to wake up someone while they're trying to sleep, sir." Karol opened her eyes to take a look at the person cruel enough to flick her nose, finally getting a good look at Jorgen. Karol felt a sense of hatred begin to rise inside of her as she realized what he was.

No amount of metallic limbs made him any less of what he was. Jorgen was a Human, as his face revealed. A reminder of the ones who used her for their own fighting. A reminder of being taken away from her Father. That's what Karol saw, and she didn't like it.

"I can do without a human touching my cute face, so kindly never do that again, Metal." Karol put on a smirk, trying not to grimace with disgust. "'K? 'K."