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Post by Soli on Jul 1, 2015 8:16:13 GMT -5
Widow continued smiling. She believed in no gods. Nothing proved as much, not one, except Sigma. He was the only giver and taker in this world and the next, and she believed that full-heartedly. She shivered, her fur rising as she felt the world around them bend and shift. The power her king radiated made her desire him, but that was suicide. She clenched her jaw, only to feel her body tense with his next words.
Immediately, the females eyes flashed, the bloodthirst that resided deep within her radiating from her eyes in the form of a glow. She was ready to spring as her king finished, but the female was a bit quicker. When her shoulder was hit and send her falling back some, she unsheathed her claws to catch herself. Her bloodthirst turned to rage. She did not know if he king was injured, but she knew that they probably touched some. How dare this foolish mortal touch a God!
Uttering a guttural roar, she charged after the mortal female. She'd rip her to shreds! Use her as a rug! Give her pelt to Doll!
Widow almost stopped, snarling angrily at the words resonating inside her head. But she wanted to torture! Make the other bleed! She shook herself. No...Her kings word was law. He wanted the female to escape, but not unscathed. Picking up the pace, her long gold mane whipping around her, she grinned and roared to the female.
"Come back, my sweet lioness! I have to see how well you handle my experiments." When she was but a few feet behind, she lunged, claws extended with every intent to rake down the mortals back and hang on. Even if she herself became injured, it didn't matter. She would teach the mortal a valuable lesson about disobeying a god.
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Post by FJ on Jul 1, 2015 16:36:04 GMT -5
Sigma Delirious
Kusa would learn one valuable thing to her by her actions--Sigma did indeed bleed like any other creature. He hadn't flinched, but neither did he chase her. The red streaks on his face would begin their healing process by notably sealing and fading, a benefit of his immense reserves of energy, though he truthfully was just as mortal as her.
A truth that even he had forgotten long ago.
He felt the flash of anger inside him, finding himself caring less and less about letting the creature live at all. Widow had given chase and he turned to watch. He summoned thorny vines to whip up and specifically aim for Kusa, threatening to cut her flank and paws--wherever they could land. It wasn't so much as to debilitate her but leave a lingering pain, making her suffer for much longer than this simple visit. A few thorns would break off inside her if they landed, like cacti needles. Hopefully it would distract the female enough to prevent Widow from suffering too much damage.
"Remember this, Lady Kusa. You and you alone chose this path." Hatred radiated in his words. She would pay a heftier price later--she would taste her mistake like bile in the throat.
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Post by LAD on Jul 1, 2015 17:44:15 GMT -5
Kusa
There was no adrenaline rush like fear. And she was pumped chock full of it. Part of her believed maybe she should have allowed that lass, Widow her name was, to do what she wanted. But she'd seen the bloodlust - she was not oblivious to what was right in front of her - and how pure evil they were. It screamed at her with their words. With the way they subtly forced her hand.
She choose to fight. To live. But she'd seen the spray of blood. And Gods... Gods do not bleed. The fear pulsed brighter as the memory played in her mind - the liquid warmth on her paw did not help. The roar that echoed behind her had her strides becoming as long as they possibly could, rushing across the ground low, a rabbit darting from it's hunter. That was exactly how she would feel. 'Oh God, help me!!!'
But it wasn't much longer till she felt the claws upon her rump and she bucked, her back claws more than likely hitting into Widow's belly, chest, across the female's shoulder as Kusa wildly bucked and shook herself side to side. It was with pure hope that the lack of purchase upon her butt and her wild flinging and kicks would kick Widow off of her. But no matter what, she didn't stop rushing forth.
Because it was with Widow's latch that something else came out her - vines. She screeched, loudly, before whipping around to snap at Widow's face if her bucking didn't kick Widow off her. Her goal? Grab that long mane of hers and wrench her off. Because the more she stayed in a solitary place, the more they would get at her. The 'God's' words - what a foul thing to call him - hit her hard and it enraged her as much as it made her fear them more. She didn't choose this! They forced it on her. She would not forget that.
If her kicking Widow off, however, did work, she'd continue running, her screech still escaping her maw as she battled through the vines - leaping high over them if she could, ducking underneath any that came too high. If anything - she protected her face the most. And if anything - if Widow got too close again... Well, she'd be damned if she was the only one hurt by these vines. She'd kill them. She'd kill them all one day. They would not suffer - no. These creatures probably enjoyed pain. They would die a swift death. Something completely unsuitable to any evil. But she had to get out of here first. And thus - she would keep going.
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Post by Soli on Jul 1, 2015 19:17:21 GMT -5
When her claws found purchase on the other females rump, Widow would cling as tightly as she could. She couldn't kill the female, but she could maim her to the point she would forever remember the blue and gold demoness. Those scars on her rump? Widow. A demoness. An insubordinate to a god. Oh how Widow would make her remember for all her years. If she lasted that long back in her world anyway.
Widow was shaken when the female bucked like some wildebeest, feeling claws scour her chest and shoulder. But at the moment, with the rage, the focus, the pure hatred for this female was pouring from Widow so much that at the moment, pain was nonexistent. The other female was feet ahead, with Widow quick on her tail. Her lungs were straining, but she wasn't done! She needed to carve the female more!
The vines proved useful, although slightly detrimental. Keeping pace, Widow ignored the barbs piercing her flesh and tearing her fur, leaving open gashes that she flat out ignored. She truly had no care what happened to herself so long as her king, her god, was pleased. That was the incredible, driving force of the demoness.
"Why do you flee so swiftly, my dear? Are you that scared, mortal? Wouldn't you like to meet my mate?" She flashed her teeth, snapping them towards the ess' tail. "Well she isn't my mate, she is my slave. Mmm...you'd make a lovely experiment! Perhaps more fun than my cub..." Widow was a cruel, sadistic demoness who quite frankly border-lined psychotic. It was all she knew. She roared loudly, suddenly making an attempt to leap upon the female once more and quickly ravage her before she could make her final escape, before Widow's time ran out. She would go home bleeding, Widow was determined to make sure of that. Should the leap connect, Widow would shred the females back as much as she could, before jumping away, saying, "Farewell, my lovely, bleeding lioness. We will meet again...and when we do...one of your cubs will be mine." It would be a promise.
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Post by FJ on Jul 2, 2015 6:58:03 GMT -5
Sigma Delirious & Fexol Delirious
The lord moved to stand nearby Widow, arriving a little after Kusa was likely away from her. He would watch her trail, the retreating figure in the distance, slitted eyes narrowed. She had been lucky to escape with so few injuries, but the message had been clear--they were not to be messed with and were no trivial matter. "If she continues her revolt, we will make her pay a dear price." His eyes left to land on Widow's frame, surveying the damage the vines had done to her. Unfortunate, but not difficult to deal with. He lifted a paw and moved his toes, bending the plants to cause the thorns to dislodge from her and fall to the ground. "You have done well for yourself, Widow." A true compliment. She was an asset, indeed.
Fexol had made his way to the statues via a shortcut and crouched beside the gem-inset one, awaiting Kusa's arrival. Should she find herself there, he would hurriedly talk. "Find N-Noxol! Tell him Sigma is b-back, he'll help you!" He would seem distraught, shaken by the event. After stating his piece, he would dart away--he had no intention of being seen with her and she needed to leave, immediately.
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Post by LAD on Jul 6, 2015 11:07:39 GMT -5
Kusa
She felt teeth graze her tail and she jerked herself forward, a new burst of fear and adrenaline surging through her as she found it within herself to run faster. The lioness' words ran over her, but with the blood rushing through her ears, went unheard - for now. Later, in the supposed comfort of her own home - the words would settle in her mind and replay over and over. And then the roar echoed loudly around her and Kusa knew. She knew the lioness was making another lunge at her. She wished to keep true to bring the ess down with her - her body already in the midst of turning around to face the lioness without thinking. But the part of her that wished to continue to flee continued to pull her forward - leaving a mix of an awkward twist-continued run to the right that found Widow catching onto Kusa's left side. Her own head moved to snap at Widow's paws and tear at them the same time that Widow teared at her - but the moment was brief. Possibly too brief for Kusa to have actually bitten Widow before Widow was off her once more and Kusa was running again. The parting words rang throughout her mind.
She had taken a straight trail the way she'd gone - and was taking an immediate straight path the way back. And in the distance, she found the statues and began rushing further towards it. The fear that pulsed brightly within her kept her going strong even as a dull throb began - her legs, her paws, they were aching. And would be tended to later, but at this moment? She hardly felt them. Relief would be a long time in coming but as soon as she reached them - she saw another creature and the fur all over her body stood, her lips pulling back into a furious snarl - could they not leave well enough alone?! Until he spoke. She honestly continued to charge at gem as he did - with every intention of ripping him apart should he try anything.
'Find Noxol. Sigma is back. He'll help.' In her panicked state, those were the words that would linger within her mind - but she wished for no help from these creatures. The male rushed off as soon as he was done and she lunged upwards to the gem, her paw touching it. The world seeming to flip around her tossed her off balance, especially as she'd been in mid-air when it happened and she landed harshly on her right side. Almost immediately she pulled herself to her paws only to stumble a few paces away before falling again - and then she retched violently from what occurred. Tears welled within her gaze and fell soon as she'd finished - the sting against her throat, the fear, and the pain, beginning to overwhelm her.
Still, Kusa pushed herself to her paws, her mind beginning to slow down, the adrenaline still pulsing - but no where near as strong as it was. She began the slow walk back.
She would never have a cub as long as Widow was alive.
She would never allow her members close to this area as long as she lived.
She would not allow any passage from those coming from that world - a guard would be posted if she herself was not watching it.
She would need help as much as she detested that place.
Find Noxol?
She'd find a whole damn army.
Jason
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Post by Jason on Jul 6, 2015 13:49:29 GMT -5
The house cat known only as Clouds began to shimmer darkly as he approached the statue he knew would lead him into Limbo. The entire form was obscured by a dark cloud of "mist" that grew far bigger and longer than what it was hiding... Until a long, thick tail came from behind it. The mist began to disperse and fade, slowly revealing the dark feline known better as Neo Crimson. He moved quietly through the trees, pausing as he felt a mild disturbance in the fabric of this reality and stood to stare at the statue. Soon, the battered form of a female approaching the woulds. He stood fairly still and looked over her wounds as she continued to come closer. Many smells arose from her and he could pick up on the fear, the panic... He would know who had done it once he entered Exotica, but for now he just catalogued the scents. It had not been Federal, at least.
He found himself surprised as she continued to walk toward him... Directly so. He doubted she had recognized him as a living being, as few did so in such a way. The presence of the behemoth tended to inspired fear, not just in his height, but general appearance. His frame was atypical for a feline, built for war, and the scars upon him did not promote the idea he was a peaceful or kind creature. The heavy horns on his skull were well suited for ramming and impaling and the sabers than hung past his chin would leave a nasty bite. Then his fiery eyes were doing so set, not the eyes of some mortal.
Neo was surprised as she got within ten feet of himself. Was she going to pass between his legs? Did the shade really obscure him that much? He smirked slightly, unused to being unnoticed. The female slumped again his leg, then and he tilted his head. This was new. His wings slowly spread and moved to create a wall behind her and he would sit down as well. "Distracted?" came the smooth bass that was unmistakable for those who had heard it.
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Post by LAD on Jul 6, 2015 14:50:09 GMT -5
FJ, Soli - I hope you guys don't mind us breaking post order! I figured Alice and I could rp this part and then Alice could take over with Neo in my place as Kusa exits and Neo goes to Exotica :3
Kusa
Unnoticed he'd gone. He was large, she'd give him that, but as the adrenaline wore off the pain began to really set in and she'd blindly ambled along - so alert towards what was around her - and yet not at the same time. Not when he was unmoving at least. She really had not even taken notice that what she rested on was not a fern, mossy tree, or something of the sort - but a leg. And she'd leaned against it without a second thought. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, her brow furrowing as her teeth gritted against the pain upon her paws, legs from the thorns that stuck within, and the scratches they'd made. Her rump and left side burned with a fire. It was because she was so out of it in this moment she failed to notice the movement around her - the small wind that was created because the movement of something so large a simple breeze to her.
Until he spoke. The sound of the voice was deep, almost vibrating towards the little lass - and there was a mere heartbeat of silence. Kusa's eyes had snapped open, her gaze slowly turning upwards to where the sound originated from - to see two bright eyes looking down upon her - as well as a mere circle of light from straight above and no where else.
From the upturning of worlds, to meeting such a demon as that 'God' that never gave his name - or was it Sigma from what that other creature said? - to Widow and her crazy words to this... Large. Very, very large creature whom toward over her.
Kusa did the first thing that came to mind.
She screeched.
Loudly.
Fear slammed into her, spreading a new, pain forgotten once more as she leaped away several feet, several times - only to slam into his wings that had created a fortified wall. For Neo, she was probably nothing but a leaf or feather that was knocking into him - barely noticeable. For her - he was a brick wall. She leaped away from his wing with another screech into the center of the circle he made and slowly turned around before turning back to face him, realizing there was no escape. And she stared for a long moment. He wasn't hurting her. But she'd no idea what he wanted. And there was no way it wasn't a he either - not with a voice that deep.
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Post by Soli on Jul 8, 2015 7:43:12 GMT -5
(Sorry been so slow! Totally go ahead! ^^)
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Post by Jason on Jul 8, 2015 7:48:23 GMT -5
A bemused expression remained as the female remain oblivious to him, that her support was a living creature. She had been alerted by his voice, not the warmth of his fur and he remained still as she took him in. The screech rang through his ears and his features came to resemble a mix of boredom and mild irritation. Her escape attempts then came as expected as a new scent of terror arose from her. "You'll hurt yourself further," he grunted softly. He continued to watch her, feathers twitching as she threw herself at them a few times. The feathers were soft, but quite stiff, as they need to be to get his mass airborne. His primaries smoothed as she stopped and turned to him. He could imagine that he was an unwelcome sight after recent events.
Neo's massive head neared her team as he examined the menagerie of wounds marking her flesh. Those could not feel good... And they would take time to heal. He felt pity for her, but it did not show on his face, ever stoic. Instead, he would briefly bump his nose against her and a cool light would connect them as every wound on her figure passed from her body to his. Black blood began to weep down ebony fur, letting the less than pleasant aroma fill the air. Though, it was far milder than usual and had some gold streaks throughout. He could feel the sting, the new aches, all the pain she had suffered, now passed to himself. But it was better he bare it. His wings lifted then and he offered the smallest of smiles. "You have nothing to fear from me." Hopefully it would soothe her, now that she had been healed. Wings folded against his frame slowly, eventually hiding what he had taken from her. Neo could tell it would take a while for these to heal, he had not eaten in a while and his reserves were a bit low.
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Post by LAD on Jul 8, 2015 10:23:54 GMT -5
Kusa
His words vaguely registered - she was hurting herself further but having been caught so off guard and then feeling trapped had run her ragged. Yet as she paused and finally took things in, as he merely sat there and watched while she struggled to calm her breathing as she exploded once more - he lowered his head - she felt guilt. He was just another being out there, and she'd given a bad impression. Yet as worked up as she was, when he bumped his nose - and it was large compared to her frame and cool - she couldn't hold back the flinch from her body - not intentional - but from the abuse of shock throughout the past hour, her body was tense. Still, the cool light that connected them after he bumped her had her transfixed - and something warm passed through her, energy that soothed her muscles and coolness that raked over her wounds. The thorns released from her body, the throbbing dulled - and then stopped completely. A scent filled the air and her eyes scanned his form - what she could see of it - and knew... Somehow... Somehow he'd rid her of the pain. But he took it for himself.
When he lifted his wings and offered her a smile, she took a step towards him. "I'm sorry Sir... It's just... With everything that happened. It caught me off guard." She was still tense, still a bit panicked - but the sudden lack of soreness - of pain... Brought her such relief. "Why would you do that though?" She was wary - but now, she couldn't bring herself to move away. He'd taken her pain. She owed him her gratitude.
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Post by Jason on Jul 14, 2015 0:00:26 GMT -5
After a brief moment to ensure his handiwork on the femme had been flawless, Neo gave her a slight nod. He had been met with fear countless times in his life, it would have had to have been an extraordinarily special occasion for him to take offense to it. "I appear less than savory, I understand. With the wounds you suffered, your reaction was somewhat anticipated." He seemed slightly bemused with his tone. He reached and licked the the wound upon his shoulders. They were larger on him only due to the fact that the proportions had been retained. But for her next word, Neo could not come up with something terribly logical to reply with. He had simply felt the desire to give her a service and had thus done so on impulse So few creatures would do so, especially when it involved their own suffering on the behalf of a stranger... It would certainly sound odd.
"I'll heal faster than you. Nor did I want to see suffer." His wings lifted briefly in a shrug. "Though I may request that you tell me of your encounter with..." he paused to sniff. The vestiges of the individuals she had encounter were still available for his extraordinary senses. He did not recognize one, but the other... "Sigma Delirious. As a favor to me."
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Post by LAD on Jul 20, 2015 16:28:28 GMT -5
Kusa
His nod held her captive, her attention riveted on his gaze. She watched him - and sorrow filled her. Now he was wounded - regardless of what, how or why he'd done it... But she snapped out of it and blinked. "Your appearance is not horrid, good Sir. It is simply the past hour or so that has gotten me strung tight." She gave a sigh before her his words truly impacted her. Sigma Delirious. So... So... Fitting a last name really. And was Noxol a Delirious? To be warned that this Sigma is back? Or simply his rival to bring him down? Still, if it was to reveal that as a favor to him for the service he'd done her, she'd do so gladly.
"Of course, you've my gratitude."
She sat down, her tail curling around her paws as she tried to relax from what had happened. The relief from the lack of pain was definitely something that helped, but the adrenaline rush, the exhaustion of it, and the lingering feeling - a phantom feeling really - of the residing pain lingered within her. She'd need more than a long nights sleep to recover from it all. "I did not know what I was getting into when I touched that gem. It'd taken me to his world, an apparent paradoxal world to this one. Ours full of life, love. His full of suffering it seemed." She raised her head to look up at the male. "He calls himself a God. I spoke to him, and he attempted to subject me to his... Service." The word fell from her maw with disdain at the memory. "He said that he expected tribute from me. That his servants provide services at a price. As if I would be grateful, as if I'd go back. And when I told him that we did not need him overseeing us, another stepped forward. A follower of his I presume."
A shudder escaped her. "He even stated there are no other Gods." She snorted. "And then he ordered that follower, Widow, to show me what would happen if I did not fall to his will. Before she could move, I attacked. And... I'm pretty sure I reminded him he was mortal." Her jaw clenched. "I cut his cheek." Another sigh fell. "I ran from them as fast as I could but Widow still got me - and these vines slowed me down, Sigma's doing more than likely." She paused here, appraising the male. He was large by all rights, took her wounds for his own, and with abilities such as that - she was sure he had more. He'd no reason to jeopardize her by telling her tale to another. "Before I made it back to the gem, I was told by some creature to find one named Noxol. Finding anyone by a simple name... I don't even know where to begin." And then she slumped, as if the weight of it all was suddenly pulling down on her.
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Post by Jason on Jul 22, 2015 0:07:35 GMT -5
A wing lifted as Neo acknowledged her reasoning. But, she would likely not have reacted similarly to discovering his other form, Noctis, who was more friendly in appearance by far. Though, it had something of a reputation among some of the do-gooders of yesteryear. Not to mention that he could indeed appear to be something out of nightmares, but few creatures he encountered here required such demonic power... And still... there was only so much he could do, due to the limits that had been placed upon him. He dipped his head gratefully and slowly laid down, resting his head on his paws so that she could look a bit to make eye contact, and to relax her further. He could tell she was still stressed and certainly possessed the capacity to sensitive to other's needs. He just did not want to overdo it with a stranger. However, his tail lifted and moved until the tip brushed her shoulder lightly.
His ear flicked forward behind his horns. He listened to her, without interruption, with what appeared to be a neutral gaze, though inwardly, he mulling over it, somewhat surprised by Sigma's new proclamation of divinity. It seemed ridiculous to him. While he and his brother had been worshiped as such once, it was simply a title mortals had given them, not something they had taken for their own. And had denied at times, but eventually the worship had been accepted and felt nice, but neither had ever taken to believing it. He noticed her pausing and he lifted a brow briefly, but she soon continued. He inclined his head and stretched his claws. Neo stretched out a paw and offered a bit of support as she seemed to slump. "Noxol Delirious is Sigma's grandson, and half demon. From what I understand, he wants Sigma and his kind dead. I believe he is either near the Asylum with his family, or the Shadow Veldt with my brother." He looked to the stone. "I would not mess with his realm, statue, or otherwise. Sigma is a demon, and from what I know, he is indeed mortal, though I am not exactly sure what happens when his kind die. I know some who are simply sent back to Hell." He looked into the distance. "I never heard of Widow, but it's good to know what transpired before I simply cross into a different world... I have a... friend of sorts there."
Neo drug a claw over the ground and pulled up some rocks. With a bit of magic, he condensed them into a crystal vial. A bit more and he pull long strands from his mane which were then fashioned into a braided string to looped through it over the top. He pulled a feather loose, which turned white and tied it to the string. He pulled his tail back, where one of his new wounds was and pushed his paw on it, concentrating until the fur around it became a pale gold and what seeped out looked like a liquid silvery gold than blood and let it drip into the vial. He then sealed it (with a cork? idk) and draped the string that held it of his paw, giving it to her. "These are more or less holy artifacts, good for harming demons. Essentially the feather from an angel's wing and the blood of a seraphim." He would explain more if she accepted it.
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Post by LAD on Jul 22, 2015 14:53:46 GMT -5
Kusa
His light brushes had not gone unnoticed - and truth be told, from him at least, they were welcomed. He'd already proved he wished her no harm. He proved to be kind in a sense - even if, he'd had different reasons perhaps for removing her wounds from her. And as he lowered himself to her level and brushed his tail against her, she found herself leaning into the gesture slightly. His movements, the stretching of the claws, and such, did not make her wary either. Instead, she found herself watching them with something akin to slow growing admiration as she realized that yes, the beast before her was quite large and it was indeed, impressive. And then her gaze was upon him once more as a paw moved closer to her. It honestly made her want to go closer to him - the comfort he'd given her so far was beyond welcoming - it didn't scare her away in the slightest.
But his words pulled her up in a new wave of alertness. Information. Such a necessary thing. And she found herself listening to him with an intensity that was new to even her. Noxol was Sigma's son was he? But at least she knew now, where to find him. And find him she would. But her gaze followed Neo's to the stone and she gave a shiver. A frown found its way across her maw before she found her gaze back upon Neo and her ear twitched - but before she could open her maw to reply - and pray that his friend was not insane truth be told - Neo was moving once more and she found her gaze following his claws and watching with awe as they formed something different. Something new. And she continued to watch him move, watching as he looped strands of his own mane around it, watching the feather - a really large feather - turn from black to white. His blood had become silvery-gold and it was sealed off. Her admiration grew. Ears flicked forward again and she stared at him as he explained what he'd done. A holy artifact?
She couldn't help but reach forward and ghost her paw over the item, over the feather before she looked at him. "This... That's..." Words couldn't even begin to describe the respect that had formed with the few short actions he'd done. He'd helped her beyond what was normal for two strangers meeting one another. But she hesitated. Even if he was offering it to her, she felt it was too much. "I can't begin to thank you enough for your kindness, but I can't accept that. It's too much and you've already done so much." Even as she skimmed her paw over the loop that had been formed from his mane in the fashion of a necklace. It was such a tempting offer, it really was, but it was a lot. She hadn't added that he'd done it for her - it was, in her mind, not for her, but out of kindness. Or maybe care rather - for the ordeals that she'd already gone through. She knew better already than to ask why, however - he had his reasons. "The information you've granted me is already more than enough." Her gaze lifted to Neo's and the gratitude clearly shown there - but still, she was hesitant. He wasn't offering it to her to not have her take it, that she knew - but she couldn't even begin to return the favor. That bothered her.
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