Do you know what blood is? [Social w/ Alp]

Silence in the night.

The still, seemingly everlasting peace and silence. This was what most lived and died for. Silence. But what did one sacrifice to achieve such a bliss? Some sacrifice money, some food, some their very lives. But it was when the still, blissful silence was given to you free of charge that you seem to not notice it the most. And once it's taken away from you, it is only then that you appreciate what silence you have.

That was the case here.

One whom was awoke this late would hear nothing, and complain about it. However, when the hum of something in the distance, first nearly silent, and gradually getting louder approached, the light of a headlight shone over, and awoke the bystanders.

"WAAAHOOOOO!!!"

The voice yelled as he rode the motorcycle. Rode was an optimal word, since he didn't drive it. It drove itself. The man - well, the baby with a man's body - rode happily, not concerned for the silence others craved. However, something sudden caused his joyride to be over. He felt something he never felt before. Something that seem to call towards him without words... He didn't know what it was. It was like some sort of... Aura... But he didn't know the correct word to explain it. That didn't matter at the moment, only what it was. He had to find the source of it.

Telling the bike to be silent, it went forward at an incredible speed without a sound, and soon the bike stopped at an alleyway. There, he saw another person, and a few bloodied bodies, limbs, and red meaty-looking things that the man couldn't identify. He walked forward, not seeing anything, but still feeling it. He hadn't known it, but it was her magical prescence that he felt. It was like a magnetic field, attracting him to it. His own body was entirely made of magic. It had the appearance of flesh, blood, and bone, but all of that was a different form of magic. He was created, not birthed. But he didn't know anything of his origin, his creator didn't disclose that information to him.

Not paying attention to the corpses, simply finding them to be "asleep" in his own mind, the man stepped forward to the woman, looking at her. His steely blue eyes seemed to give off light as he stared into hers, as he spoke to her.

"What... That? That stuff? All on you?" Despite it being a vague question with a virtual impossible answer due to lack of information, and he didn't even gesture, he knew what he reffered to. Seven, as the man's name was, was reffering to her magic.

The man stopped when the blade was pointed towards his neck. If there was one thing that he did know, it was that sharp things cut, and that no one should be using them.

Alp, stay away from her. A light shown in the alleyway as the motorcycle drove in. A female voice, the voice of the AI of the bike, told Seven to stay back. However, he didn't move, and only listened to the person in front of her, speaking about blood and bodies.

Blood. A word the man heard before, only by one person. The person he called his father, but was simply his creator. Blood wasn't a word he knew, he only heard it. But if he got the gist of what she meant, it was that her magic presence was caused by the bodies behind her, not from herself. But it wasn't coming from them, it was coming from her. Then he realized what she meant. By looking down at her clothes, and at the bodies behind her, he thought of a personal experience of him cutting himself with a kitchen knife. The blade pointed at him had the same red liquid. Was that blood? If so, that wasn't what he reffered to.

"No. Not blood. What all that? It touch me... I..... ARGH!" Seven looked through his vocabulary for the proper list. He hated when he couldn't think of the proper words, especially when explaining something. He put his gloved hands to his forehead, and started intensly thinking, trying to come up with the proper word, but not succeeding. It was times like these that he hated not having finished his education before being sent to the guild he was in.

Seven put his hand to his temples, then lowered it. Standing up, the blonde went up to answer her next question, deciding the first wasn't worth the effort of trying to respond. He couldn't answer it, so he'd best just give up.

"Who I? I Alp! Papa call me Alp." The man didn't know the meaning of his name. Alp, being the demon of nightmares, was a reference to his... Dark... Origins. His father named him that because, when not like a baby in a man's body, he was the stuff of nightmares, not evil, but instead very destructive. That was how he was like that, but not now, lucky for everyone in the area.

"Who you? And who them?" Alp pointed to the dead bodies behind the female in front of him. He walked past the woman, seeing as her blade was now lowered, and crouched by one of the bodies. He poked at it, and smiled. He poked the person's cheek, and it felt malleable and squishy, so he continued, and started to laugh.

Alp I said get away! The bike repeated itself.

Alp, thinking simply, remembered when Dr. Edwards, his creator, went to sleep and told Alp not to bother him. So he shook the body, then slapped it with all his might, getting a little blood on his hand in the process.

"Why they no get up?" he asked to the person behind her.