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[awhitephantom]

Who: Regina and open to the brave
What: Being that she's not feeling all that well at the moment, she's wandered down to town
Where: Just on the streets
When: Day 51, midday
Warnings: Yes, attempted mauling and if she gets upset it'll happen quicker. If you're feeling brave against a half-demon

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[lamina_cito]

The feeling was so much stronger as she rounded the corner. The pulse, the scent of yoki called out to her own. Pulling at it, tugging at it. But not once did she allow her yoki to spill forth. Allow the yoma within her to claw at the surface. She was too calm. Too set in her ways to allow it. Instead she carefully mapped out the path of the new yoki. It's unique feel that was... so like other warriors she had met.

For a brief moment her an image of Priscilla. Young, powerful, but so... broken. She should never have become one of them. That girl.

But this was different. This was an entirely different thing. She would never let history repeat itself. She couldn't! Never again. Never. Irene almost moved her hand to touch the empty socket that briefly housed her right arm. The phantom pain came and went briefly, but a voice pierced her reverie.

Silver eyes flickered to the scene before her. Two others. One sitting and another standing. What was going on?

[awhitephantom]

"Go away!" It was harsher the second time around, a hitch in her breath. If one were to look carefully, slow droplets of blood on her bandaged arm bloomed, if only a little. She kept her arms bandaged for a reason, skin would become discolored by overuse of the spikes that manifested on her arm. It was a warning.

Stumbling back, the half-demon only manifested them larger; it was a painful act, even more painful than normal, especially when she tried to keep her composure. She remembered the awful feeling of being frightened by strangers when she was little. The same little girl who would run and hide, in fear of being hurt or hurting others.

It was pathetic to suddenly feel these feelings again, feeling like she was trapped again, as these people begin to press with her at both sides. Regina was almost hysterical in this, keeping her breath down again, "Go away! I need to rest!" No one would ever want to lose control and have no recollection of it. It would happen again.

[howlingimmortal]

"You're not going to get any rest out in the middle of a street." he replied with an odd calm. He was old. Maybe too old. He'd seen just about everything to see, and even when confronted with something new, he didn't often flinch. An almost eerie calm settled over him as he readied himself for her to act, and as he sensed a newcomer arriving from another direction.

Free's head tilted just enough to allow him to get a look at the new arrival. It was another woman, with one arm and a massive sword. He wasn't sure if she could be counted as an ally for him, or for the first woman he'd encountered.

Silently, he released his Soul Protect spell. If they were able to sense it, the depth of his power would be obvious, even if he looked taken aback for a moment. But it passed as quickly as it appeared. "Maybe we should all take a step back for a moment and figure out what's going on."

[lamina_cito]

For all the world Irene was calm. Utterly devoid of any emotion spilling across her features. She was Irene of the Quicksword, able to move so fast no one could see her blade, dodge it. Awakened and yoma alike fell at her feet for years. This place would not change that. This place, this moment. Nothing mattered.

"Calm yourself. Do not let the beast within you free. You may be frightened but none here shall hurt you," her voice was almost harsh, but there was this faint warmth within it. A sound that couldn't easily be masked. She observed the other woman covered in bandages. The spikes that reminded her of other awakened. She was going to stop this from going any further. Briefly she looked to the other person, a man that she didn't know. Didn't recognize.

Would he help or stand in the way?

[awhitephantom]

It might have not been a good idea to in close on her - or at least, she felt entrapped. She only erratically took a steps away, to distance herself, still holding out her spiked arm, ignoring the pain and the rush of panic and anger holding her. It was hard to hold anything down with people interfering, leering at them as she did.

"I don't care! No one does! So what if I fall here right now? It wouldn't matter!" She was sure of it, no one cared the first time around about her being tossed out or the many times before, not even her own mother.

"Do any of you idiots want to die?!" While it was a warning, maybe in the furthest part in her mind, she wanted to do it. She was tired of this, this feeling of helplessness.

[howlingimmortal]

A healthy distance was kept for the time being. Both from Regina and from Irene. He looked a tad confused by that last statement, glancing back and forth between the two women. "But... I can't die. I'm immortal." Yes, he said it like it was nothing, but that's how he was.

Why did these things always happen to him? He never meant to get caught up in a lot of the conflicts he did, it was always the wrong place at the wrong time. Well, unless Medusa said otherwise, but that wasn't the matter at hand.

"I seriously think we need a minute to get this straightened out?"

[lamina_cito]

For a moment Irene looked at the man again. Really looked. He was... wasn't anything that struck her as unique. She had no proof that he was what he claimed to be. And yes, she doubted his words. The very essence of them. No one was immortal, everyone died. Everyone.

"You will not harm anyone here, child. Bring yourself under control." The woman didn't care much for straightening things out. It could wait. She needed to make sure this child didn't awaken. Didn't become anything like Priscilla. History would not repeat itself. Not while she lived and breathed. "I will not see you harmed, nor this man. No one will die. There is no reason for any more death."

Her hand twitched beneath her cloak. She would stop her at all cost if it came down to it.

[awhitephantom]

The half-demon gave a twitch of her head in his direction. With anger coursing through her veins, it was getting harder to control, harder to fight it. She stopped her treks backwards, with a cold expression on her face on the man, a leer.

And then a scoff.

A hollow laugh came out of her, holding her face, she was laughing at him at the word "immortal". There were only certain types of immortals and they existed in the Otherworld, no here, it was impossible. Or they had to be related to her father's blood line. Which is why she gave a somewhat hysterical dismiss, a baring that demonic eye once again, "Do you really think that, you wretched beast?"

By now, she was trembling, holding her body up was becoming a chore, holding a her now bloodied hand against her mouth, "How can you care so much? You are the same as me. What good has any of it ever come of it? When they toss you out? Beat you and curse you. For all the things you could have done, they will still despise you and I."

[howlingimmortal]

He snorted at her disbelief. They always were disbelieving until it was too late. Then the were crying for mercy. Though right now, he hoped it didn't come to that. He wasn't aware of either woman's strengths or abilities, so he was going to have to default back on his immortality if something happened.

"I don't need to think it, I know it." Shifting his stance, he assumed a more stable position, though his arms remained at his sides for now. He intended to be ready, should anything happen.

Regina's words to Irene gave him slight pause. Like her? So were the two women the same somehow? That might complicate things, and his instincts kicked in to over-drive. While they were antagonistic towards each other right now, there was no way of telling if it would stay that way.

[lamina_cito]

Same as me. The words echoed in her ears, reaching down and tugging at her very soul. She recalled how others, towns folk, normal humans had looked upon her with fear. Whispered horrible things to her. Condemned her because of what she was.

Never again.

"I am not what they claimed me to be. I am not a monster, I am a warrior. I never turned my back on them." And she had wanted to. She had wanted to ignore their pain. To destroy them. But she was not a monster. She was not and never would be that. "I do not pity you. I never have. Each time I have spoken with you... I want to help you because I will not see another like us become a monster. Let me help you."

She moved her arm out from the confines of the cloak, moving briskly towards the other woman. Regina, the wounded child. A phantom of her former self.

[awhitephantom]

That might have helped on a better day, being told she didn't have pity. She didn't want it, it was never sincere in her eyes. But in the end, wasn't that what she was? A monster? It happened all too many times, just as it would start to glaze over again. Over and over, still clinging to what her teacher had told her not to allow her emotions get the better of her.

Simply, the male presence wasn't helping, it was infuriating her to the point where she was shaking on her feet. It was the simple instinct that overwhelmed her again, "Interloper," Through gritted teeth, "GO AWAY!Irene's word sank in her, before Regina nearly lunged at him, but she caught herself, or rather, nearly fell to her hands, black veins slowly circling around her limbs and around her face. All Regina could do was simply hold her face and fight it off, nails nearly drawing blood. Her expression torn between shock and something feral. She was trying! Holding it off longer than she could. A broken sentence in Welsh came through as if she were choking, "I don't need

[howlingimmortal]

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you two to... whatever it is that's going to end up happening." He waved a hand dismissively and turned to leave even as she started to lunge at him. A part of him was almost sad that she didn't follow through, because if anything it'd let him knock some sense into her. Or something. He could at least subdue her. This was all ringing a far too familiar bell for him, but he couldn't place it.

That is, at least until she spoke in Welsh. He turned to look back at Regina. Free knew the language, and could understand bits of it, but he didn't remember it well enough to speak it. He recognized her saying 'leave' twice, at the very least. "You don't have to keep telling me to go away now, you know."

[lamina_cito]

"Calm down child!" She moved closer still, keeping her yoki under control. She couldn't risk letting any of it spill out, not yet. She didn't want to cause the woman further stress. Not now, not while she fought her inner demons. The silver eyed warrior paused in mid-step, realizing that Free had spoken, had understood what Regina had cried out in that foreign language.

"You, you understood what she said?"

[awhitephantom]

She would calm down if she could. She couldn't and she wouldn't, for that split second of anger, she threw herself towards the dark desires manifesting in her. And in the end, that's all what it was, it was not hunger that forced her, it was the resentment and sorrow that pushed this. It seemed for a moment where Regina would have crumpled to the ground, crying for it to be stopped - and she did cry out for it to stop, in her native tongue.

She was gone, completely lost, for as long as it would happen. The woman was barely on the ground before a white flash of her pale skin and white hair had to lunge at the man and sink her teeth furiously into his neck. It was not Irene that upset her, it was him.

Them. All of the arrogant bastards of lore and legend, away in the mounds with her right eye, telling her that she couldn't have it back until she completed her task. Damn them all.

[howlingimmortal]

Not really paying any mind to Regina, Free turns to look at Irene, allowing him to more easily answer her question. "Kinda? I recognize the language, but I don't remember all of it, and I can't speak i--"

Well, having someone sink their teeth into his neck was a good way to interrupt a sentence. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and tilted his head away from hers. No one ever believed him. "Fine, we'll play it your way."

One of his hands planted itself between her collar bones, and in a swift, violent motion, he pushed and literally tore her off his neck, following through by slamming her hard into the pavement. Eyes narrowed and he met her gaze hard.

"You need to calm the fuck down."

[lamina_cito]

Irene hadn't been paying attention to Regina like she should have been. Instead she had given her attention to Free and, in some horrid fascination, watched as he was attacked. She couldn't move. Couldn't will herself to do a damn thing because... he didn't crumble to a bloody mess. He didn't do anything a human would