Strolling with Death (Open, Social 4 max)

This was another form of hell, for sure. Sure, she was freed from her little lab rat chamber and allowed to roam what was told to be her new home, but what kind of home was it if she didn’t want to be here? Surrounded by sinful degenerate beings who wanted nothing but chaos and harm done to the world? Not this former nun... It’s not like she even had thought she could run away since even in that scenario, she knew that whomever it was that she met in her chambers would find her and that’s even if she was able to escape from here. She was unsure of what she could even tell anyone outside of this guild. It sure as hell wasn’t her name. Hell, she couldn’t say it at all without breaking down into a fit of writhing pain. Maybe writing it would prove better to try some other time.

In the meantime, the White mane of the girl hung down her back while she sat in the corner, trying to avoid other people as much as possible. She didn’t want to be known to this guild, or even worse to the world. The only upside was that she was different. That demon half of hers had shown itself from her experimentation and taken a physical toll to her body. She felt different, in and out. However, she knew part of the inside was what was done to her mentally and psychologically. Those memories still haunted her, these more than the others, but it still kept her from wanting to become what kind of perfect tool this person wanted her to be.

Finally, a person exited into the main hall. The blood slayer refused to acknowledge the existence of everyone, but if every person in this guild was as demented and crude as her newly proclaimed owner had been, the last thing she would do would be to keep them to a neutral standing. Less they were just a hyperactive and destructive personality, she shouldn’t have much to worry about. For now, she kept to herself, her icy blue eye following along while the other one shielded the Snow White colored bangs of her hair. Clothing? Not much to speak of really. She had nothing but the rags she was allowed to keep on during her time in the chamber. Unfortunately the guild shopping mall was closed today.

The black haired teenager entered the guild hall. The cloth wrapped around his waist flailed as he made his entrance. The new recruit looked around while grinning. As the short teenaged boy approached in front of everyone in the guild he continued to do this sly glare, showing off his bright red eyes. While pocketing his hands Zel spoke as the first part of his introduction. No doubt that he never knew that slavery is what they do here so he never got his hopes up that a dark guild like this one would expect a puny teenaged boy to introduce himsef randomly out of the blue.

Zel continued his sinister smile as he glared at the guild mates that resided in the guild. He couldn't wait to get involved in some criminal action since he felt the urge of causing some trouble running through his veins. Repulsively thr boy scratched the sides of his neck, itching while showing some evil enthusiastic vibes that a illegal guild could ever expect from a new recruit.

"I've heardthis is one of the most feared guilds around here. Let me guess.....the guild needs more useful recruits like me?"

Zel noticed the evil vibe coming from this woman. As he guessed he can tell that she is way out of his league or even worse he thought. However, he walked torwards Alexandra as he though she might rell hin a secret or even a capable mentor that will guide him through the path of being truly evil. The short boy approached the scarlet gaired woman then bowed before trying to sit on the end of the bench, waiting for her response after resting his toosh on the hard seat. You can tell by his facial expression that he could be either A, impressed by Alexandra's hellish vibes or B, feeling comfortable.

Regardless weither or not this could turn out to be bad since he might be enslaved it could be his opportunity to gain some power of Alexandra ever thought about training Zel himself. He continued the repulsive scratching as he feels himself closer and closer to the scarlet haired woman's influence, but he didn't mind at all. All he could care about is the "goodies" he might receieve for being loyal

"You've called for my attention ma'am.."

Well, so much for plans of sitting back and remaining an enigma within the guild. The Black Project had stood to her feet after the brash commentary of a new guest had accompanied the entry of this red haired woman. The fact that the girl had seemed to motion for the two to approach, and quick to the point that she was really not looking forward to making any confrontations today... With a small sigh, she began to approach this strange woman whom seemed to let out an incredible show of her demonic like heritage. The teenage girls nose crinkled at the stench picked up by it, but she quickly tried to shake it off while remaining utterly silent. Her goal was not to speak, but not to seem as though she were a simple pin cushion to be pushed about. If she were forced to kill, that was one thing, however she would not stand for being forced to her hands and knees and forced to play like a pet.

Madison- No, She had to wipe that name from her mind. She could never go back to being called it and if the slayer were ever to get over this whole thing and adjust in order to survive, she had to adapt to this new name. With a small sigh, she folded her arms at her chest and her lone, uncovered eye had glared up at this strange woman while she had not really wondered what she was talking about, but the name "Black Rose" had struck a couple bells in her mind, trying to chime in harmony to get the thought together of why it seemed being called that name was the reason it was. Instead, she looked down with only her eye toward the ground with her order being told. Furniture? Tch... She was in for a treat.

Watching the Scythe being brought about and then used for the boys own seat as well as the demonic woman, Sanguine saw her chance to strike. Approaching, she would show no physical signs of fighting against her, but she was under no influence of her words either. Feeling the bodies urge to obey was there, but it didn't feel strong enough to overwhelm her resistance to it. The blood slayer got within a hairs length before she shoved Grim off of her scythe onto the ground where her bare foot planted itself onto the throat, pushing down enough to pin her and suppress some sounds, but not enough to kill or harm her permanently in any way. Her cold glare was met quickly with the look of defeat, like those who have been through a great ordeal and come out much different than such as she was now. "I am not furniture. You want me to help with a job to kill, then fine. Until then, do not treat me like dirt." With a slight push down, she removed her foot and backed a couple steps away from the two. "And boy, was this any other place.. you'd have been slaughtered like cattle. Make sure you don't do something so stupid again, or I'll make you the next target of mine." Her single eye leered at him, but she quickly brushed them both off as her attention turned away, refusing to try and pay them both any mind. It was nothing against them, she just didn't want to be a social butterfly here.

"Pfft, you're bluffing. Don't talk crap to me just because red head demanded you to become a bench against her will."  

Zel stood up and brushed off his fornerly cleaned attire while staring at the second female. All he could do is scoff while showing off a disobedient grudge. Zel showed little to no respect about what she expected from him neither. He couldn't simply blame Alexandra for the spell she have pulled off as well. Either way Zel refused to apologize or even acknowledge who's above who. But since this is a playground where wild animals play in then might as well have a tough attitude torwards them both.

The teenaged boy stood tall as he folded his arms, looking up at the Black Nosed girl while sticking out his tongue, thus giving her a raspberry in return. After performing such a rude act he turned around then pouted, pretending to ignore the fact that a spell made him sit on a woman's back.

Now as for little Ms. Red Head, Zel looked down on her while coming up with a response torwards her question. He neither showed off fear or any signs of being pissed off. Zel may let people rub all voer him but he cannot simply let anyone get away with it. By the look of his face Grim  can telk that the little teenaged boy aint playing around. Obviously he meant serious business about attending the Nightmare guild. "I've heard some criminal wizards mentioning a top notch guild called Nightmare. Of course my dad heard about it but he said that not even a worthy criminal mastermind is cut out for the job. My goal is to surpass my limits as a wizard, simple as that. I simply cannot be scum lying around for others to poke around with."

Now Sanguine had been avoiding looking to the woman at first, but she was still a person mentally. As such, she faulted to the good morals she still held onto and she looked over. The woman had stood up onto her own feet and almost acted as though nothing had happened. In a bit of relief, she was glad that she was fine, but it quickly soured as the woman had turned to show the evil side of her that she knew she had in her. Her hair started to pick up and wave in the air as though the wind was picking up and causing it to float in zero gravity. Her eyes flickered between two bright, dangerous colored eyes while she had addressed the slayer of her actions before shouting orders at her... Some people didn't take a hint.

However, before she knew it, something forced her body onto her hands and knees and no matter how hard she tried to break free from it, her body refused to move. Suddenly, the heel of the woman's foot shoved the projects head into the ground with enough force to break skin. It wasn't enough to look fatal, but she would have some slight trickling and a few drops on the floor before she was let free to pick her head up. Rather than sitting where she was, the rebellious teen inside of her pushed to show she wasn't going to let becoming some experimental toy be the downfall of her completely. She started to sit up and as she had, the forcing pull of whatever brought her down was gone, almost shattered. The snow white haired girl stood up onto her feet, struggling slightly from the fortitude of putting up with the few pushing commands that would cause someone like this boy to quake and cry for mercy.

Despite what she thought of this woman, she wouldn't take some smug kid walking in and acting as though he ran the place. Her eyes shifted from the woman onto the male and she started to walk closer to him. The black colored blood of hers having trailed down her face between her eyebrows before it had come down to the side of her nose that thankfully didn't have any hair from her bangs hanging in the way. "I may not like being here, but I'm not sitting back while some smug prick walks in and tries to act tough in front of me. If you want to touch a guild member, you have to first go through their weapons." She stared into his eyes, showing the willingness to put him in his place on her own if he didn't shape up. Or at the other side of the coin... hit her and try to be tough guy.

Zel came up with a few things to do for entertainment. One of the most boring and original things he've done is to make silly jestures around Alexandra which will obviously won't work against a bloodthirsty dark wizard. If this fails (which will most likely be the case) Zel decided to mention something ghat could probably spark up Grim's attention. "Well...I am a bit rusty at fighting......"

He looked away as he rubbed the back of his headm knowing for a fact that this attempt could spark the attention of a super heated reaper girl that would distract her from making a discussion about the people that mentioned the guild. Afterwards Zel took a seat near another bench, giving Grim some time to think about the sparring request. During his short relaxation his stomach growled while feeling quite hungry. He could probably get some in his belly right now before considering to do anything.

At the same time he turned his attention to the Black Nosed girl, showing off an expression filled with disgust. Afterwards he flicked her off with a single middle finger before turning back around, trying to resume back to the moment of him relaxing for a short bit. His last words can be heard muttering from his mouth.
"You're an idiot. Fools like you would most likely be blinded from immense pride. It will be ironic if your pride gets you killed later on in the future..."

Sanguine remained quiet as she waited for the boy to reply. Thankfully, the longer he had taken, the more she was able to cool off, but the way he came out with a reply... she had simply rolled her eyes and refolded her arms at her chest and turned away, giving a bit of a flick of her hair and then walking away. For some reason, she saw herself walking closer to the red haired woman, but nothing more than what she sought to be the right thing for a weapon to do; on guard. Should he be some legal mage trying to play rough and tough, she'd no sooner rip his head from his neck with no remorse or hesitation. Wait... Why was she going to? What gave her the sudden over protective nature to be that of a guild whom kidnapped her and forced her into their sub ranks?

Shaking that thought aside, it had helped that a younger looking girl approached and knelt before the woman, referring to her as 'master'. How cliché... With one eye trained to the girl, she listened as she was told to prepare a meal and without even letting either of the two contest her demands, she rose up and left to do as she commanded. So, that's what she could have been like? A completely brain dead soldier following every order with no sign of life? Well... maybe this didn't seem so bad in comparison... "How pathetic... You broke some little kid into being a lifeless slave? Tch..." Her head turned away, appalled by the actions and no longer wanting to even be around this girl, but she couldn't face the consequences that could come should her small paranoid suspicions be correct after all.

As the womans little minion returned, she had dulled out plates of food fit to feed more than simply the three of them, but she simply glared at the soulless girl back handed the dish out of her hand and onto the floor. "If I want food, I'll make it my damn self. I don't want it made by some kid you took off the streets to suit yourself." She had her eyes closed, but surely she was very mad whether or not one could see into her eyes or not. Though as the girl headed to the side of the woman, she took a seat by her side and smiled like some trained slave to enjoy the praising pats.

The boy slowly turned around, facing Grim while mimicking the fearful look on his face. At the same time he did form a tear in his eyes as he witness rhe raw strength of the red haired woman. Zel slowly backed away from the table and surrendered himself back to Grim, raising both of his hands. Sloghtly his body shooled3as he waa afraid of being killed on his first day here. "Okay, Okay chill...I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just leave my soul in peace!"

After returning himself back to Grim he stood there beside her, trying think of something to entertain the woman since he doesn't have a choice. Persoanlly Zel thought that for some odd reason that he's lucky enoigh to ge some sort of jester to the woman instead of being a slave. The shivering boy's mind is filled with thoughts about entertaining his new "master." His body started to feel all the evil vibes about this place whoch gave hm a chill down his spine. Regardless, he's not going to back down from his courageous words.

After noticing the place of food he quickly grabbed one and started to eat from it. It was as if he never eaten in ages. Of course Zel thought it was free food! Even if it was made from a hobo child he didn't mind eating from them. From the look of this I guess they could say that Zel is used to eating crappy food that was being served. He then began to speak while his mouth is filled with food. "Mm- the good stuff~" He said, scuffling up food into his mouth, but before it came down his throat it fell in the wrong side, causing the boy to choke.

Her cold glare rested on the smaller blonde girl as she had started to give a little speech over where she stood and the day it was she was kidnapped by her, followed up by the small span of time that went on from the days on from then that led to her becoming some little pet by her side. Suddenly, she seemed to snap at Sanguine as though she had a small form of a mental thought process, but even then it was still geared towards protecting the same person who broke her humanity and enslaved her. And while she wasn't willing to like the way she was forced into some form of a voluntary slavery, she swore she'd never be like her... But something that was said made her turn her attention from the pet to the owner. Partly.. to her kidnapping? Last she remembered she had suddenly grown sleepy and collapsed.

Her eyes scanned the woman up and down, but she couldn't remember the woman from that day at all. "You.. You're the reason I was here in the first place!?" Her blow orbs began to glow bright red. Her hands balled into fists as she started to become infuriated by how the realization that the musician had not actually beaten her, rather her anger got the best of her and her guard was dropped. if she'd been more in tune to her surroundings, she would have known... Then maybe this all wouldn't be happening to her. Instead, she shut her eyes and took in a deep breath. Nothing she was going to change what's been done... When she reopened them, they had returned to their normal shade of blue."Tch... Just be lucky I'm a weapon for the guild, or you'd be through a wall... But, as such.. I apologize for my outburst."

Stepping away from the mess she'd made, she still refused to clean it up. In fact, she suddenly had walked away and no amount of strenuous magic output would stop her. She didn't spend long out of the room, but she returned with a bottle with a red liquid inside. Twisting her left wrist rapidly, she shook the bottle of liquid up for at least a minute before finally opening it and taking a sip, flinching and giving a light shiver. "Yuck... I hate cold blood... But.. it's my preferred food. Not much by choice..." She referred toward her being starved, forced to suck dry the people she killed in her initial training. This.. this was just a little incentive for her to behave. Either that, or starve until she came in. "For the record, my dragon arms and legs are still functioning, wings too. But I refrain from them unless I'm on a job. I learned my lesson the first time." She stopped herself, taking another sip of her bottle, this time having less of a reaction than her previous taste.

Zel started to cough up cunks of food that travelled and splatted downwards at the ground, covered in saliva. The boy continued coughing up pre digested food from his throat as Shadow performed the heimlick maneuver on him. Afterwards he started to breathe deeply as he felt the air circulating through his lungs. He broke away from Shadow's grasp then turned around, showing her gratitude for her assitsance by nodding. Despite her being a slave to Grim Zel didn't feel any pity towards her, but rather thankful. Though he never showed this emotion as he kept that hidden deep into his thoughts.

"Thanks...." He continued his feast on the plate of food, actually enjoying it's taste. After clearingthe plate he kindly gave it back to Shadow, bowing in respect for serving edible. The plate itself showed no signs of crumbs being left over as it sparkled like clear glass.

It was hard for her to control her emotions so quickly after everything that has transpired, but considering that she wasn’t being chained and imprisoned until she gave in, this was a well off alternative to it. Be it that she felt as though she would end up falling into the pit of the evil mage she once saw upon being “given” her Blood lacrima, she was one step closer to the path she tried to stay far away from. With a small sigh, she brushed her bangs from her face as she listened to the red haired woman telling her about wanting to examine her scales and wings. ”I’m not opposed if you were actually interested. Whether not not I was in here in this capacity, I would have taken you up on the offer... should it be a thing. I’m afraid showing it to normal people, knowing the patterns on the wings are a rather big give away to whom I’m related to, but you? So long as you’re not cutting into me like a science project, you’re not going to get hurt... I can’t say for my blood to be honest. It can be a bit volatile at times.”

Her attention turned to the male whom barbarically licked his plate clean and handed it back to the blonde girl in servitude to the woman. ”How unsanitary...” Sanguine muttered, her arms folded at her chest once more while the third person had come to speak to both in the same span of a speech worth of words. Being pulled out into the public, dressed like this, and then going to slaughter people whom probably didn’t deserve a lick of the hell that would come to them? The world of evil was sick and it made her just that to be a part of it. Still, something clicked in her mind. What about those removing corrupted folk clean from the earth? Crooked politicians, dirty military... maybe this would be a slightly up hill battle for the blood slayer. Maybe.

”I don’t suppose I have any choice in the matter... however if I may ask just two small favors. One of which being a question.” She paused and approached the woman now that she stood on her own too feet. She didn’t plan to be violent and with her arms down to her sides, she showed much more restraint and obedience just by her posture alone. ”May I ask for your name at least? I would like to at least address you properly if I’m to be out in the field with you. Also, my favor would be to at least be able to have a proper change of clothing. These rags.. don’t so much speak to being able to do anything but become a burden in combat.” Of course, she had not forgotten the boy with them. He wanted to join, but frankly Sanguine was not equipped to do anything but talk and fight. That’s what was drilled into her head at least. ”Someone should be around that has the ability to stamp you in. At least yours would be a lot less like a branding.” With a small shrug, the white haired teen remained rather close to her technical kidnapper while she waited for both of their responses. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere else...

"Actually you mean those nagical stamp thingies right? Maybe you have one here that's misplaced?"
*He responded to Black Rose, seemingly confusef about how the stamp thingies work. Rigt now the boy is lost in his own thoughts. For awhile Zel stood there, fazing out of reality as his eyes seemed like he was staring into the soul of someone else.

"Yo, I'm out..." Zel responded, snapping out of his malfunctioning glare. He then yawned in absolute boredom. The boy couldn't wait to be assigned with jobs and earn a lot of money. Impatiently Zel began to drowsily sway side to side. After getting tired he dropped like a fly, laying on the surface and prepared to take a nap. Zel closed his eyes and began to take a quick nap while Grim didn't get a chance to notice, well unless she didn't mind for him to sleep all the sudden.