#WILTINGBEAST : 006.

[firehrt]

⠀⠀⠀THERE'S ⠀something assuring about a denizen's scream. … Not the sound itself, of course — that was grating. Bone-chilling, even. But regardless of her personal feelings about her former life, she was an assassin; it was an impulse, that tightening of the stomach when you realized you were alive and your opponent was not. And despite those aforementioned, pesky feelings, this island would always have a need for her to keep her skills sharp.

⠀⠀⠀So she spends ample time in the Mistwood when it suits her, going to places her instinct tells her she shouldn't, telling herself it gives less-capable travelers one less thing to worry about each time she fells some inky horror. No sooner had she flicked jet-black blood off her daggers, leaned her back against a rock to survey her surroundings, than those very surroundings were bathed in red. This particular shade of crimson was of the near-blinding variety, and although she's never seen it in person, the spike in energy felt familiar to her. She follows the tug in her gut, head canting toward the man matter-of-factly sheathing his sword as the wave passes; it was easy enough to spot him, considering he'd briefly parted the mist itself.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Hm. Can't you ever just give a polite 'hello' ?⠀ ❜⠀

@wiltingbeast : starter call.

[ribellaione]

     a scowl is set on her features as Gambol's blade dives clean through flesh and bone, driving further and further until all that stopped it was the hilt. the creature struggled underneath her, thrashing and trying anything to get the Faunus off but she wouldn't move until it was dead. it had been a surprise attack, the monster crashing out off an empty storefront and running right at her and forcing a fight. it wasn't too big, but it was fast and fierce. but not fast enough for her to not find and opening and taking it, thrusting the katana straight through its throat and pushing it to the ground. it was tough, somehow still moving -- until she quickly twisted the blade once, hearing the snapping of bones as the monster gave one last gurgle before falling limp. 

   she quickly draws back the blade, hopping off and away from the now dead creature. Blake wonders if that sound of her clash attracted any unwanted attention, yet her ears pick up nothing. just more unsettling silence. having nothing else, she wipes the blood clinging to her weapon on her pants, hardly caring about getting dirty right now before sliding it back in its sheathe. she needed to get indoors and quickly, before anything else found her. 

    it takes one scan of her surroundings to find a closed door to another building, but the moment she tries it, it's clear the doorknob is jammed. growling under her breath, she moves back a couple feet before ramming the door with her upper body. once, nothing. twice, it shakes. it takes a third and final shove for it to give away, the Faunus stumbling a few steps before righting herself.

 and as soon as she did, something was pointed directly in her face. instinct takes over, Blake immediately flipping backwards and leaving a clone behind to take whatever incoming blow there may be. but it never does and after a tense moment, Blake recognizes just what's holding the weapon pointed at her.

             " -- Adam? "

@wiltingbeast​ -- event s.c.

[firehrt]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀I suppose I've had nastier hellos. Still, you won't get any friends that way, you know.⠀ ❜⠀

⠀⠀⠀SHE ⠀uses her foot to push against the boulder, forcing her body to lean off of it and advance. Clearly he's finished throwing wayward beams around. Although momentarily preoccupied with sheathing her additional dagger at her hip ( because it was never a good idea to fully relax in a place like this ), that simpering smirk returns before long. Her voice drips sticky-sweet, solely because she's fairly convinced he hates when she does that. ⠀❛ ⠀Oh ? You took note of that, did you ? So that was a polite 'hello' and 'I've missed you'. Well, now I'm not mad at all anymore— just flattered. ⠀ ❜

⠀⠀⠀The breezy attitude drops fairly quickly, however, because she doubts he'll play along with a forcible change of subject. Aelin inspects her nailbeds instead, as if that's suddenly much more interesting than tugging on his incredibly limited patience. ⠀❛ ⠀I can think of plenty of reasons. This isn't an island that rewards the lazy, as I'm sure you know well enough by now. Being physically fit is one thing, but unfortunately... being capable of killing doesn't guarantee a good kill. Everyone forgets to stretch that muscle.⠀ ❜⠀

⠀⠀— So, his assumption was correct. The new presence was one of the island residents. That very presence was faint— almost too faint to even notice. But even the natural beasts of these woods can only blend in so well. The flash from his blade was more of a test than one of actual, harmful intent. It got the woman's attention fairly well— a familiar face he hasn't seen in quite some time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"That was my polite hello." It's hard to tell if that was a sincere clarification, or the rare occasion of dry humor on Adam's part. "... You haven't been here in quite some time. Hm— neither have I. But I don't recall this being one of your hobbies... Why are you out here?"