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[dream_departed]

She is so hungry.

Aya can think of little more than tasty brains food, but she can think. She stays outside the AVF. Aya crouches and begins crying plaintively for help. Her pale, ripped skin and bloody dress make her desperation seem more real.

Why go looking for food if she can make the food come to her?

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[cursed_bird]

::Blood. There's blood over here. It smells off, but where there's blood, there might be tasty tasty brains. Farf shambles into view, sniffing the air. Brains? Yes?::

[dream_departed]

"Help me..." she cries weakly.

She sniffs and raises her head. That doesn't smell like food.

[cursed_bird]

::The blood is just fresh enough to be intriguing, but the body beneath the blood smells like death... death, and something that smells distinctly not like food. Must get closer.::

Brains?

[dream_departed]

Aya tilts her head toward Farfarello. She recognizes and remembers him; but right now she cannot think of him as anything more than competition for food.

...does he have to be competition? Farfarello could be useful.

She licks her lips. "Yes. Come with me. We'll get some."

If there is not enough of Farfarello left to understand her or if he refuses, Aya will have to take her chances attacking him with one of the knives he gave her.

[cursed_bird]

::Not-food isn't running, or bleeding, or attacking. Not-food is making sounds, and some of those sounds are familiar.::

::He nods.:: Some.

::...Is that the sound of approaching do-gooders, come to rescue the poor wounded girl dinner?::

[dream_departed]

The emotions that would allow Aya to smile died with the rest of her. "Go. Hide."

She falls. "Help!"

She is barely aware of the worried noises her rescuer is making. She only notices that he smells of food and feels warm when he reaches for her. Farfarello won't mind if she takes the first bite, will he?

The man cries out and begins to struggle. Aya has never been particularly strong. The food is getting away.

[cursed_bird]

::The food is wounded and stupid, and trying to flee right past the tree Farf was hiding behind. When they run fast like that, you can just reach out and grab their arm, and wing them in a circle and smack! Right into the tree. Mmm. Still alive means still warm!::

::Farf tears into the soft meat on the man's shoulder - brains are for dessert, you see. Not-food? Come eat. There's plenty, and it's good.::

[dream_departed]

Aya shambles to them. She sinks to her knees. The man's arm is dangling limp and useless at his side.

Aya takes his hand and turns it over delicately. She bites. Her eyes half-close as she sucks at the warm blood. There is soft crunching noise that can barely be heard over the man's screams.

[cursed_bird]

::The meat is good, but here, under the shirt, where he's extra soft? There's sweetbreads - liver, and lungs, and heart, and further back, kidneys. Would you like the liver, Not-food?::

[dream_departed]

Aya-chan tears at liver with savage little bites. It's good, but she knows instinctively that there is something better.

She grabs at the man's hair so she can get a good hold of his head and crack it against the ground like a nut.

[cursed_bird]

::His head gives way with a wet crunch, revealing the dark red jelly of his brains. Farf drops the kidney he was gnawing on and reaches to scoop out a double fingerfull of the stuff.::

Brains!

[dream_departed]

Aya crouches down eat the brains spilled on the ground like a kitten eating out a dish. She licks at her lips. Never in her life had she tasted anything so good.

"More."

It may be the lingering memory of Farfarello that makes her think of the little green church she used to visit while she lived in the Nexus. It should just be time for evening Mass.

[cursed_bird]

More. ::It's hard to smell anything over the meat-and-death stink of the corpse, but there have to be people around here somewhere. ...Over that hill. Are those voices? Voices mean people, and people mean more.::

[dream_departed]

The voices are singing. The song is familiar but Aya attributes no significance to the song other than it means food is nearby.

"Stay."

Aya can speak more complex sentences, but there seems little point when Farfarello can't seem to understand.

Aya moves to the front of the church. She screams and cries out for help. She satisfied when the music stops.

"Help me! Please!"

[cursed_bird]

::Farf is rather enjoying being part of a team. Inasmuch as he can feel anything, it feels right to be killing with someone else, so he'll hang back and wait to see what Not-food is doing.::

::And what Not-food is doing is going to result in a banquet. There's an old man in black, and a young man in black behind him, coming out of the building in response to the sounds Not-food is making. And there are more people inside... it's the best pantry ever!::

[dream_departed]

The old one leans directly over her and makes noises of distress. His eyes are bright and blue and too much for Aya to resist. She digs them out with her fingers and pops them into her mouth like candy.

The old one howls in pain. He stumbles forward blindly. He runs in Farfarello's direct. Falls. Picks himself up and runs again.

The young one strikes at her. She bites him on the hand and won't let go.

Other people are coming out of the church to get eaten help.