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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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[howlingimmortal]

He'd been wandering around, getting the lay of the land. Finding out what was where and generally trying not to get lost. At least his sense of smell always helped him out, letting him orient himself in whichever direction he knew best.

And Free's nose never failed him, and he could always tell when someone new had entered the area, even over the smell of those laughing blurs. It wasn't too long before he zeroed in on the newcomer, and the werewolf rounded a corner onto the same street Regina was slouched on.

To say that was odd was no stretch, and his eyes narrowed as he focused on her. She was definitely the source of the scent, but now that he was closer he could smell... something else? It wasn't fear, per say, maybe a mix of emotions. Either way, Free threw caution to the wind as he always did and approached Regina.

"You alright?"

[awhitephantom]

Senses being delayed wasn't unusual if she felt sick enough... weak enough. She hadn't really moved at all, keeping to herself with out a word. The sound or scent, whatever she usually felt first didn't connect with her mind. Nor the aura. Just the sounds of approaching footsteps. Delayed reaction, of course, out of the corner of her eye, she pulled back.

No, more to the point of bolting up quicker than a normal being would, at in a knelled position. Head might have been still lowered, but her arms were trembling with a balled up fist. No matter how hard she tried to hide a labored breath, it wouldn't work. Low, hissing, "Don't come near me."

[howlingimmortal]

Free was used to people who weren't 'normal.' He dealt with them all the time, when it really came down to it. So he didn't even flinch when she went from slouched to upright with ungodly speed, instead simply arching his brow at the response. Something wasn't right, to say the least, and he wasn't quite sure what.

He wasn't about to ignore what the woman had said, though. Stopping where he was, he shifted his weight and regarded her for a moment. "Alright, I won't. But seriously, are you alright?"

[lamina_cito]

When was the last time she had been within the confines of the town instead of the darkness of the forest beyond. A haven made of tall trees and vast greenery with only the coiling morning mist dancing along the grasses and the gentle cries of animals to keep her company within her vast solitude when people weren't yacking on the phone all day and night. Humans were so utterly and terribly talkative

[awhitephantom]

Finding someone so close to her own was something of a comfort and a fright. Just as conflicting as the darker urges and the emotions that were currently being stuffed away. She could do better than this, really, sitting out on the street like some sort of washed up animal from the rain and the comparison wasn't so far from from her appearance. Little clothing aside, Regina just generally looked sick. Pale, more than usual, the color of white, it could have blended with her hair.

The woman had slowly pulled her head up, turned to gaze over her left shoulder to narrow in what could be there. It wasn't an aura, it was more like a scent. Funny, she could really narrow in on scents, only in this stage, if it were. There was a dark flicker from her eye, that flash of when the white turned to black and the only red eye she had seemed to grow brighter. She didn't move, she didn't say anything, still went back to focusing to recovery.

Sleep felt good, but she just couldn't muster fatigue.

[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?