[1x1][PRP] Cold Moon (Edel and Marcus)

[Zyphiris]

The ghoul had an inkling that something was a little wrong as she strolled down the unfamiliar hallway. It had been a year now since she'd begun her studies at Amityville and she'd thought she'd had just about enough of the craziness that the school had to offer in copious amounts. The frost demon clicked her tongue irritably at the sight of the haunted house, trying to retrace her steps back to the school but to no avail. She stopped and stood in front of the abandoned compound, recalling the disastrous field trip that had taken place not too long ago. Yes, this was where she had first encountered those Hunters, where she had first suffered capture, where she had first tasted death.

Really, all she wanted to do now was graduate.

Questions, so many questions. Was Red's body still in there somewhere? She wondered.
The ghoul stood for a moment at the door. She could've chosen not to enter, but she did.

Did the haunted house remember her? Or was it simply being ironic. For a moment she felt a certain sense of welcoming as she walked down the frozen halls. Ah, but she knew all too well that it was probably bracing her for something.

Hunter, she muttered under her breath, slowing down her footsteps, eyeing the lone figure warily. How many of them where there? Either way, the circumstances were not in her favour. She would run, oh she would! But .... for some reason she didn't.

“I'd be glad if we didn't have to cross swords,” she stated plainly, and a little wearily, stopping to stare at the hunter. As long as he wasn't Caelius, she thought, it might be that he could be reasoned with. Then again, she wasn't hoping for the best.  

[Zyphiris]

“Defenseless dog?” Ice spikes grew to cover her body as she spoke, “I wonder.”

A purposeful stare.

“Though quite frankly, I don't fancy having to dissipate any more than I already have,” she said dryly, waving her hand dismissively and letting the ice armor fall to the floor. “I'd like to think the same goes for you,” she shrugged. The ghoul paced around slowly at her end of the room.

“Look,” Edel turned back to look at the hunter. “We could just chat instead. I'll just sit here and you could stay there.” A chair of ice was crafted and the ghoul sat herself upon it, crossing her legs and leaning back. It did strike her that she was being far too complacent for no good reason, so she kept one foot planted on the ground, for good measure. The ghoul drummed her fingers on the edge of the chair randomly and took to looking at him awkwardly. “So --?”  

[Zyphiris]

Edel tilted her head and stared at the daggers he'd thrown on the ground, figuring out what they did pretty easily. Well. She had seen them in action before.

“Speaking of which, are you still reporting to that lead hunter? uh. Caelius, the one with lots of product in his hair,” she gestured lamely at her head. She paused. “Well, talking about him wouldn't be good enough for a report would it?”  

[Zyphiris]

A doleful look was cast in the hunter's direction. Was that a look of..... sympathy?

“Hm. I was just wondering. A little curious why no one has tried killing him in his sleep yet – seeing the way he treats you lot, then again, he's got some skill.” The ghoul grimaced. From what it seems, the division leader had survived the clash with the Horseman of Conquest, which was when she had last seen him.

“Well. Take a look and write down what you think I am. I don't get the impression it matters much to you lot who we 'freaks' are anyway,” she sighed, reclining back a little into her seat. “Do tell me though, do you enjoy doing this? Is your job really so fulfilling, because I'm assuming you don't get too many welfare benefits.”  

[Zyphiris]

The ghoul couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in amusement as the laughter broke out. So it's that bad huh?
“That's harsh,” she replied, somewhat entertained by the fact that she had somehow amused the hunter.

Edel paused for a moment, contemplating the idea of casually lying about her race. But, it would seem that the hunter didn't give a Jack anyway, so she wouldn't spare the effort. The frost demon's expression changed however, once she was told of the hunter's convictions. She had heard of some other explanations for their noble cause, but not one like this.

“Making sure children don't end up like you ... forgive me but I don't quite understand. So you do hate this job then?” A thoughtful pause. “What is it about the little kids-? Allow me to sympathize.”  

[Zyphiris]

Cocking her head to one side, she asked,“Getting promoted are you? Congratulations anyway.” Nice and bonkers, she mused. She didn't think it would make a difference for her, they were all crazy dead-set on killing them anyway. Good for him, she supposed.

The ghoul shifted in her seat, her head propped up against her hand as she listened to the hunter's rambling upon her request. All those tragic histories. Somehow it just made her annoyed. “And so how,” she said bitterly, “Would you stop that from happening? By killing us and preying on our young.” Her icy stare was directed at the scimitar this time. “Abduction and enslavement. A fate worse than death.” One thing she and the hunter had in common – she too would rather be killed than be used and turned against her own.

“Though do believe me, I hear you. Our society does boast a few ... problematic characters who break the law. But, no offense, I can't see the argument for attacking us students. What is it you want with us, exactly?” By then she had realised she was losing her temper, and took a moment to calm down quietly. He too had suffered, hadn't he? It was just a vicious cycle of hate.

Children, it rang in her head, were easy prey weren't they? And it was the same for them. Her anger had abated with her answering of her own question.

“So maybe it is true,” she spoke again, more softly this time, “That ignorance is bliss.” Her life had been far more smooth-sailing before she had attended school, and even if she were to graduate and leave, it would probably never return to the way it used to be. Not with the threat of the hunters constantly egging her at the back of her mind. Not with all those horrible memories.

A sigh.

“Well then, I hope your report helps you save the children.” It may or may not have been clear that her tone of sarcasm was mixed with a little bit of earnestness.

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[Zyphiris]

Humans. The way they were born without natural abilities of any sort. She would probably never understand the big deal about finally getting to wield power, or why they were so trigger happy.

“He .... likes being a weapon?” Leosquint. “I guess there are always exceptions, but from what I've seen, being dragged into the weapons converter, the pain and the screaming. I'd hardly say many of them were willing.” The memories were flooding back and the ghoul struggled to push them out of her mind. Not now.

It would seem that the problem with them lay with their superiors. Their tyrannical, but powerful superiors from what she could see. She could hardly blame them for not telling their trainees everything and just imposing orders on them though, it's been pretty efficient thus far. And in the end, it looks as though she and him were as clueless as the other as to what was seriously going on.

“Then I'll hope you'll live long enough to get there and find out,” she shrugged. “Unfortunately as it is, diplomacy is too much of a stretch. And possibly impossible, considering how things work.” A blank stare. “Fighting sure is tiring though.”

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