Demon hybrid.   Semi-immortal.   Cursed.   Chaotic Evil/Neutral?    

Arms collector.   Borderline pyromaniac.    Mild  sociopath.    Murder for hire. 







 Pronounced " Kay "

 "Kitty-Prince"   "Kei-Cat"   "Prick"    "Asshole"   

"Gobbering brainy gun-loving, white-faced, arse cat"   



Also Known As...               

"Jason"    "Jay"        

"Grasshopper"    "Sugar nugget" 







" Keep staring...

and you're gonna look as fucked up as me."




Upon first sight, Kei stands at 5'10 and strongly built, about as physically capable as a human around his size could be. Jet black hair falls forward in somewhat of a messy and haphazard manner, cut shorter on the sides, yet nowadays that comes with variation. Where one would expect a face, his skin gives way to scarred bone: a fanged | SKULL | of strange nature, sharing both human and feline attributes. Where eyes should be, hollow sockets linger. The interior vague as if a material is seemingly too dark for light to penetrate.  

His ears themselves rely on a different frequency to hear, thus, his hearing is higher than that of a human. Things like humming from electronics, machinery, and other high pitched noises can give him a headache in a matter of minutes. He's gotten a knack for being able to understand other creatures as well, such as felines, canines, and an assortment of others.  A feline's tail lingers likewise, topping off the strange choice of demon physiology that is the man's make-up. It serves a use in aiding the adjusting of his balance. With little chance of facial expressions... one must rely mostly on his body language.


(For example. If he's coming closer it's probably to try and kill you.)





And so, he made his home on streets altogether meaner and

dirtier than those others would walk. A place where blood runs

in the gutters and the occasional screams in the night drown

out the music. "


His residence is within an old abandoned theatre that had been shut down for many years. Originating in the 1800's as an opera house, the establish eventually shut down following the death of a young singer by the name of Ophelia. Left vacant for many years after, in 1920's renovations went underway to turn the building into a motion picture and small performance theater. A short thirty years after, the productions stop and it resumed its role as another vacant building in the city. For the few that wander in on accident, the inside is coated with a layer of dust other than the few parts he inhabited since the curse. He had chosen a room off to the side behind the theatre stage with a back door, as well as a few others that remain oddly locked. These maintained parts are surprisingly well taken care of despite his destructive nature. The theatre also has quite a large population of cats that he occasionally takes home out of pity. The demon considers it as 'paying rent' seeing that the strays came long before he.

Kei's second residence is an apartment in close proximity, following his release of the curse and in gaining his humanity back. Two blocks down and one to the left of the theatre building, he pays a landlord a royal sum to ask no questions and to take care of utilities on a six-month basis. He spends his time there only occasionally to sleep and when cold; it serves as a retreat from his mercenary work. While nothing special, it serves as a link to humanity he had otherwise been lacking.

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The wrong person walked into the wrong place at the wrong moment.

What happened on that night, as a result, he lost his life. Or rather, what little of a life that a homeless kid on the street could have. If you think he died, you would be both right and wrong. He lost a life. His old life, and he wouldn't be getting it back. The wrongful footsteps into an abandoned theatre building were lead with the intention of refuge. In agitating the spirit which still lingered within the ruins, what it would bring him would be five years of solitude to his name. What was once flesh withered to scarred bone. What were once eyes became hollow sockets. What were once teeth were turned to fangs. A loss of humanity and in place, something far more demonic to have altered his being. The breaking point that started the transition from the unfortunate teen, to a promising sociopath in the making. In a way, he lost everything including his humanity. He gained something far stronger all the same

He lost a life. What he gained was nine moreIt seems like something just short of immortality, doesn't it? A 'gift' of immortality that would quite literally be the death of him. 






" You thought you could kill me off that easy..?  "



The cat has a reputation as long as the Empire State building high. Murder, theft, drugs, vehicular homicide, you name it, he's done it, even several times over. Being a bit of an anarchist, he has little respect for the law and truly believes his actions will never catch up to him. Adding in some supernatural ability and what seems like the promise of immortality, he somehow manages to keep himself under the radar.

He has a habit of destruction on impulse in which a life can sometimes mean little to him. With empathy being a rather lost emotion for some reason or another, the ideals or opinions of others occasionally fail to register, and can often mean little to the demon. 

Kei is well known to have a fixation on weaponry and has amassed himself a small collection over the last five years or so. Mainly knives and guns, with some past dabbling in explosives. Hardly ever does he make a move without a weapon on him at all times. 

There isn't much hospitable about the man upon meeting. He's aggressive and overall has a short temper. His words come out as bitter and laced with sarcasm. Kei finds enjoyment in making others squirm, whether it be by his cursed appearance or the smartass comments that leave his mouth.


To the few he has not driven away, to those that he considers good company, odds they aren't as fooled. He still has quite a bit of human at his core. He's stubborn. Sometimes clingy. Shows some emotion. Even genuinely smiles from time to time.





Note-worthy "Possessions" 


necklace from Alice. Almost always worn.

Two pistols- Glock 26/27, a gift from Naomi.

A pair of titanium knuckledusters from Agnes.

An unmarked, unopened envelope in his bag... In wait for the right time.



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Sometime after the release of the curse, finding himself in what was seemingly another rock bottom in his life, it was a familiar face passing through the city that had pulled him back onto his feet and ultimately gave the man a chance at a meaningful livelihood. This came after an impromptu hunt with none other than the Huntress, Alice D. O'Malley. An acquaintance turned friend by strange circumstances, later turned into teacher and coach that he would trust more than anyone else affiliated with. It was for the second time that she had suggested he joined the ranks of the Hunters distinguished within the organization, to which, in search of a purpose other than dwelling on the streets he finally accepted. 

The process was to begin with an opening interview, which started with discussing his reasoning in applying. In all honesty, the man hardly knew what he was doing there. Aside from the simple fact that he had nothing else promising to turn to. Explaining his tiredness for doing empty mercenary jobs on the street turned to the explanation of the curse to which he was plagued... and ended promptly with a gunshot wound to the side of the head. With his justifications found as credible, as well as the shock that persisted to Alice's 'demonstration' of the curse's ability, he woke up to the news that he was allowed forward. Once his ears had ceased ringing, a gruesome obstacle course stood to prove as physical fitness testing, and finally, a week's preparation came to pass and he was onward to his first hunt in New Orleans.

|    HS Psychological Examination    |    HS Psychological Examination (Part 2)    |

Now with all three hunts down, Jason awaits further instruction. A man once thriving in a lifestyle without boundaries nor morality now is doing what he can to walk a line between right and wrong for the first time in his life. The trials lead to injury, physical strain, and some emotional trauma heading forward that he didn't quite know he was capable of expressing. Regardless, the year process hit home in a manner that will stay with him from that point on.



Within the HSHQ

|    Hunt 1: Psychological Report    |    Hunt 2: Psychological Report     |     Hunt 3: Psychological Report    |








If anything at all could be said in a description to the cat, it would be that Kei is someone that is generally hard to be around. As a person he's irritable. Inhospitable. Violence-prone, sharp with his words and quick to anger. Disregarding the feelings of others.

There is no immediate aspect of his personality that suggests he'd ever truly learned how to keep people around him without eventually causing a falling out, usually sooner rather than later. And so, that is the common outcome at hand. Close to someone one day, discarded the next when subconsciously it seems to reap no benefit on his behalf.

With everything stated holding truth, it could be also said that he's trying. Whether that be coming to a truce with his daughter Agnes after several years of conflict, or taking on a social role he'd never been accustomed to as he carries on with the Society.  In the end, he's gained some familiar faces, each for better or for worse.







Alice is hands down one of his closest friends he has to his name. She has been there to pick him up from some of his harder times and is ultimately the person responsible for getting him onto a straight and narrow path with his life. As a result, he's willing to do whatever he can in order to keep her around. Whether that means having her back for each hunt or being invested in taking as much hell from her as he needs to, in order to get past the wall she's put up around herself.  (x1)  




Agnes is Jason's one and only biological child. Due to the fact that he had never wanted nor expected to have kids, he was absent for almost the entirety of her upbringing. Fast forward fifteen years, the two had clashed from the moment they had met as Agnes got her due revenge, the two fighting even up until present meetings. There is no telling whether the two are on good or bad terms, as it changes by the week. As of recent, the relationship between the two has improved with Agnes' time spent in holding at the Hunter Society's Headquarters. 




A seasoned killer and a trained thief- what better combination is there? There’s no telling how the two interact with having such little in common between them, or how Jason ever came to take a liking to the man. Either way, the two have gotten into their fair share of mischief, and have emptied several glasses at the bar on occasion. More or less from alcohol-induced talks, Cooper is a person Jason’s found himself opening up to, offering information Alice or Agnes wouldn’t get a hold of so easily.







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Alrighty, so I'll say it here now so you can't get nearly as mad at me later.

An advisory warning: Kei is an offensive character. He is built to be an asshole. Expect violence, language, gore, and so on to be a possibility in writing. Also be aware that he has a habit of meeting people and then essentially 'tossing' them if they no longer seem beneficial. It's a built-in character flaw, he's workin' on it. Expect harsh words, blood, possible falling outs, and general abrasiveness from him if you choose to move forward in writing. With all that being said I give you full permission to kill Kei as long as it fits into the plot reasonably. *Shrugs.*

Also please know and be prepared for the fact that I inevitably tend to choose favorites on who I respond to first. Some plots are older than others. Some hold more gravity on the character than others. This comes less as a personal reason and more for the priority of keeping character development rolling.

Secondly, as the writer, I prefer long-term plots unless we plan otherwise. This means I'm looking far into the future, and anything that happens within plot has the possibility to affect Kei's overall story, and even tangle with other stories. Finally, I am a site Admin (as you may already know by now). Feel free to come to me with any questions you have regarding the site, coding, issues in the community, or if you just feel like bullshitting. I'm around. 


 FC: A heavily edited Diego Barrueco. 

Digital FC: Work by Genki-de

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  • "Last I checked ya weren't a vamp, so ya don' have to be worryin' aboot that, do ya? I only stuffed a grenade in her eye socket, an' it was fer the greater good." Alice mused, ignored the distress that he was in over it. She knew ways to make men cringe and it would forever amuse her that she could get him to too. And just to rub salt on the wound a bit more, "hey, it's no' like I was bitin' off dicks er anythin' calm down. Ya are special." Not that she would even let one near her mouth, and if there was one, you could bet that she was going to bite it off, she had a zero tolerance for that as one might expect.

    She knew how sensitive topics that concerned parents could be. Alice didn't like to speak about her own for the sake that it brought upon horrible memories. The good childhood ones that seemed like a blur and she could only really remember two years of them, then the night she fell upon her eaten mother and her torn up father. The cloaks, her sister being torn from her arms and soon the blame. Her history was a spill of blood on a white bed. You could put sheets over it but the stain would forever be there, deep inside.

    "Then make em." Alice retorted stiffly. "Anyone cannae go there whole lie wonderin' why they ain't happy, er what they could possibly do to make it better fer 'emselves when that lies with ya. Yer parents sucked, they ain't a lie aboot that, but if ya had a chance to make yerself happy, take it. Make the plunge. Don' be scared one day to just go fer it, ya gotta be brave. Ya cannae act like ya knoo' everythin', an' maybe ya do. Maybe yer dad is somewhere in a ditch cursin' that he ever had ya. Er, maybe that day ya ran away he realized what he lost. Almost like ya did to me." She stared at him, letting him take that in and understand. Maybe he is sorry, er maybe not. It'll always be yer choice to try er not, that's all am sayin'; but I'll stop now, an' you too.." She left it there, dropped it in full He could have his choices, and she would respect them no matter what they were.

    "Are ya satisfied in what yer doin' the? I feel like yer just stirin' the pot there, Jay." Maybe deep down in there she wanted to. Perhaps, even take that pung she was just tlaking about. That would just be ludicrous though. Who wants that kind of torture and companionship? It was the exact opposite of what she was going for as a hunter. C'mon, O'Malley. Get your head in the game.

    She felt his chest rumble under her hand. She looked down, and released his shirt only to splay her fingers across his chest. She herself laid back to the bed again. Restin on her elbow with her hand under her head again. She was a bit closer now, seeing as where her hand was. A little higher than his shoulder yet still able to look down on him. "Ya say that,  but most run when others are in bent shape." Just like the foster families always did to her in the long run. But he wasn't them, neither was the entire world, she couldn't treat him like that forever.

    "Poutin' aboot it? Why would I? I knoo' I was hot as hell, I aspire to be. Am the best damn thing walkin' when I know I am. But, there is the matter that ya were also drunk. An' there was mistletoe. Two other things to prompt ya to do it. The other two were also prompted by cause. I did the one to make a point to yer bloody daughter an' Nes. The last one was because we lived through most odds were against it. There was always a reason. No emotional push besides maybe the last one."


    *Goddamn this page needs so much editing*


    *In search of new wallpaper*

  • "Fifty-faur?" Alice seemed to wince, then shrugged. "Eh, well. Am sure I've snogged older honestly." Alice admitted without any flaw or ounce of shame. "Snogged a few vamps in me days. Yer body cannae be a weapon too, don' ferget that. I bit of one's tongue before. " Now that she did cringe at. As though she were tasting the bleach-like iron in her mouth again. Thankfully for her, she neither died or caught any side effects from the blood that spilled into her mouth after doing it. 

    That was another thing that they had in common then. He had his own caged anger. Alice had gotten better at keeping it inside but there were times that it did come out. Her chronic anger was always like a parasite. It would always linger on the surface of her skin, looking at the world from behind her own eyes and judging, waiting to burst as she had often done as a child. his own was resting there, she could see it in how he tense and the way he lost focus with her to try and silence the turmoil inside of him. 

    She knew that the questions that she was asking him weren't easy, and they might even be deep. But there was a thing about opening up to people. Anger or not, one had to be willing to explain, no matter how much it hurt. She would have to teach herself that too. Baby steps.

    "Maybe he's sorry." Alice baited gently. From one orphan to a-possible-nother, she understood what it was like to just leave and never look back. She didn't have the option to say goodbye. If his father was still alive than perhaps he'd wondered all his life what happened to Jason. "Years from now, when yer old an' still rockin' no grey's, ya may wonder one day, an' you'll never be able to fix it. Ya won't be able to go back an' do it. It's here an now, yer last options. Within this moment. If I had the option to say bye to me parents I would have done it, maybe you can too." Maybe he would even find old baby photos or other treasures too. 

    Regardless of it, she dropped it. Dead things were meant to stay dead. And sometimes pasts were meant to stay back there too. 

    Their eyes were back on each other and it was Alice's to turn dark. Her eyebrows pulled down but she had a sort of smirk on her lips. "If ya were gettin' julietin' on me I'd call ya loony. Don' ya knoo that curiosity killed the cat?" Did she want him to be brave and try that? Would it be herself killing him or an actual bullet in his head for trying?

    "Are ya sayin' ya want me old Damn, say what ya really mean." She wasn't hurt, she played the pouty game through all before she was now perched on her hand and was leaning her head over him. She was still a full distance away, her arm stiff and holding her weight though it shook just a bit. They took a sort of toll while being out of the loop of the world in that Asylum, she would need to come back to it just like him. Regardless, with her fingers picking at his shirt she hummed a laugh, then even grinned, dimples and all. "Are ya sayin' am goin' to be seein' ya in a suit, boyo? Will ya even be able to handle me in a dress? Last time I was in one ya snogged me." Good golly God fucking damn, where did that come from? And why? She was turning into such a... well. Girl. Where was that Huntress everyone feared? This certainly was not her.

  • Sly laughed, his laugh always rich and airy. "No. I just got here too. I had to pry myself away from Nikki, actually. Told her to have some girl time with her demon friend. She's suspicious, but hey. If I tell her I'm coming over to Ben's she doesn't get all weird. Mostly." Sly knew he would get an earful when he got home, but that was later, this was now.

    And now they needed to pinpoint where the hell they were going.

    While they walked in Sly leaned in close to Jayson to whisper, "and yeah, he got his legs back. Vampire blood. Try not to stare." Ahem. Well. What a damn miracle. Bentley still looked a little thin. Years of not using his legs could do that to a person, but now he had a reason to stand, and that was to raise his precious little girl that was currently grinning her gummy smile at Sly.

    "I'd introduce you to the wife but she's upstairs sleeping," Bentley stated when he caught Jason looking at his baby and her uncle. "Anna Kinley is her name."

    "The most adorable Anna ever~! Aren't you, honey?" Sly cooed. She globbered and grinned again and gripped her little fingers on Sly's cheeks, melting both the men's hearts.

    Bentley waited until Jason handed over the scroll. Ben went about unrolling both of them and studying them closely. They matched to a T. There was no difference, not even in Javare's name. The only change was the seal as the wax formed differently on each. "Mm. He didn't put any differences in them. I've already taken up the liberty of looking it up. And you'll both be going to Japan."

    Sly's lips pursed. That was too close to his original plans with Nikki. "Where?"

    "Some warehouse in Maebashi, Japan. My best bet? It's a drug house or something close. I can't find any owner titles or licenses. It's just a building in the background but you can bet there is a lot going on in it. I also have the blueprint. It might not be fully updated, but it's something." Bentley explained while he tugged his laptop over that was resting on the coffee table. He opened it, tapped on it, and showed the screen towards the two men. Showing them the odd building.

    Anna cooed than shrilled a sudden yell that caught even Ben off guard. He looked at the little girl, she stared back at her father than burst into giggles again, tugging at the colorful buttons on Sly's shirt.

    Ben sighed some. "Well, you can expect Penelope any minute now. So much for her nap."

    Sly chuckled lowly but went back to studying the screen, he cast a look at Jason a few moments later. "Any ideas?"

  • She sure wished that her government pegged it on something as easy as an overdose than pushing it on her entire childhood. She had no idea why they thought that a little girl was capable of killing and shredding both of he parents to pieces than assuming that she was able to make her younger sister go poof. She knew that there were some fucked up kinds of kids int he world but that wasn't her. She loved her parents, her dog, and her little sister. They wouldn't listen. It was like some sort of other power was making them think she really was crazy. She ended up turning that way in the end, but it was mostly their faults for it in the first place.

    Alice's gaze softened the smallest hint, looking at him as he progressively changed as the words came out of his mouth. She understood it. Not talking about something like that for so long then bringing it up again was hard, she'd done the same to him once upon a time ago when she spoke about the death of her own parents in a moment of weakness.

    "Russia could do that to ya..." Alice agreed quietly. "An'... How long ago was this? Ya don' look a day over twenty-faur, but what of ya? An', if there was a chance yer da, was still alive, would ya go see him? Or is the lad dead?" She was anything but soft, she had her times, but a blunt mind was still all she could handle. He might hate his father, he might never forgive him, but would he ever decide to see why if on his father's deathbed he just wanted to see his son one last time and say that he was sorry? "If ya had the chance would ya do it?"

    "Aren't, aye they ain't, but it's possible. If what yer tellin' me aboot yer da is true then she could have easily fed off of ya. Off yer energy an' mixed negative emotions. Scared, pain, drugs, it was all that she could do but be drawn to ya. It's what she wanted, an' she did it." He was what he was now. Call it a blessing or a curse. "The point is though.. no matter what she did to ya yer here now. Changin' the world in lil ways." She drummed her fingertips against her skull gently. The corner of her mouth tugged in a smile. "Are ya sayin' that yer growin' soft on me, then? Baby Blue was when ya were turnin' all mushy on me." Was he? Would she let him? Did she want that?

    "Mm. Looks like I'll be the one growin' grey's then. Where's me ghosty curse when I need one, eh?" She wouldn't mind being ageless, it wasn't like she was going to reach a high one anyway, she would die naturally one day. She listened, then thought about it. What color would she like to do next? What would look good? She hummed than shrugged. "I dunno. Orange maybe fer me birthday maybe. Who knows."

    She was being stubborn. SHe didn't like her words thrown back in front of her face and it wasn't like she could play dumb forever. She knew what she said now. She had agreed upon sushi if they had lived and now it was time to live up to that. It didn't mean that she needed to be happy about it. At least not on the outside. She rolled over just then. Raising from her perch on her elbow. She hovered some over him, hair dangling around her face. Her free hand on his chest and plucking at his shirt. "An' since yer throwin' turf what is it am wearin'? Casual? Date-ish? How ya want me, Baby Blue?" Ah, looks like he's getting mushy after all.

  • Act I. Seeing Two

    Out of sight, out of mind until something shows up by a man dressed in black in the dead of night to ruin that. How long had the two gone without needing to deal with the opposition of a man who thought it would be fun to throw such a curveball into their life that they feared of it? Had nightmares that the day might come again that they're forced to relive the hell? It was coming. It was closer.

    It came in the form of a scroll with a wax stamp and everything. When the parchment was unrolled it showed bright scarlet writing. Not many things were written, but it came to be known who it was from:


    Hello, boys. It's come to be that time once again that we enjoy our fun. You'll find the first actors of my play waiting for you at the coordinance given below:

    36°24'12"N 139°04'00"E

    Have fun, and do please, try not to die,



    It wasn't too long after until Sly asked for Jason to meet him at his friend's house which was one of the safest places that he knew considering the protections that his friend had.

    After Jay accepting the was provided a plane ticket to Flordia than a quick pick up from an Uber. An hour and a half drive later and he was arriving at a sleek and almost metallic looking house. It looked as though it could withstand a hurricane no matter how rough it was.

    When he got there Sly was standing outside of the house in jean shorts and a button up loose shirt that looked as though it had a sunset on it, ending in flip-flops. Looking far too comfortable considering circumstances.

    "Hey, Jason!" Sly called cheerfully, he went down three stone steps and met Jason outside the car to help him with any bags into the urban home. Inside were marble reflecting floors and grey walls. Inside was Bentley who oddly no longer had his wheelchair and was actually standing in what looked to be a living room, though far more like a man cave with how cozy and techy that it was. He had a little baby girl on his arm. She looked to be about three months old, lightly curled strawberry blonde hair sprouted from her head and her eyes were a sandy color like the Sahara desert in a heart-shaped face. Bentley's green eyes went to the door as Jason came in with Sly and the thief motioned Jason to sit on the pale green microfiber loveseat that matched Bentley's eyes.

    "Can't say I'm pleased to see you again," Bentley stated lightly. He glared towards Sly who rubbed a hand through his hair.

    "Mmmyeah. Sorry, bud. I don't have anyone else that can help and cover their tracks like you." 

    "Uh-huh. Anyway. Can I see your scroll then?" He asked Jason, handing off the baby girl to Sly who she reached for. His scroll was already on the coffee table in front of them. Sly curled her against his chest and grinned at her happily while Jason did his thing.

  • "Yep. Any." She said it almost grittingly. As though she were doing it well to convince herself and him on top of that. She didn't need anyone. It was better that way. No one or nothing would get in the way and she could focus on the more important things in life and that didn't include emotions, peoples, and feelings.

    Fourteen huh? He'd never told her about this before. There was a night when he asked her why that hurt... Why seeing Amberlise's mother sprawled out on the floor in a pool of her own blood and her guts being eaten by her own daughter hurt so much and so she told him. He'd gotten that out of her but she had never asked the same of him. At the time she didn't want to know, and even now it was interesting to hear it, but not something she needed to live off of. "Yer in the same boat as me then." She compared. "I left at farteen, too. Stole the money oot me faster mothers wallet, some hundred er so euros. Had nothin' but me bag an' I stowed away on a boat an' came here to 'Marica..." She shrugged. "Found Sam.. told her I'd kill her. Started huntin', then Jorgan found me an' well... twelve years now an' here I am." She smiled brittly. "Surprisingly." That she wasn't dead yet. Maybe she had a sort of silver lining.

    "It ain't gonna hart em just bein' around it, but gettin' struck with it. If ya wanna hart em though? BB guns, er shotguns with salt. Ya start to pick it up as ya go on." There were a million little tricks that he could be taught, it was just a matter of finding the right one, and the ones that he would remember to actually help him the further he got on with hunting. "Ohh, yer scared to some lil ghost? Obsessed? Just a wee bit of tough lovin'. Never pegged ya fer a baby, grasshopper... er is it wasp er somethin' now? Some sort of upgrade. I dunno." It wasn't something to care about right now anyway.

    "Me colorin'? What aboot you? Er ya doin' the back fer now on? Oot yer rebel stage an' growin' into yer greys." How rude. She didn't know exactly his real age. She liked to think of him being born in the sixties or so. So not too old, but not young either. In between there somewhere.

    With his depleting confidence spiked her rebuttle against him. Her hand moved reluctantly from his hair, tugging gently as her hand fell tot he bed and she stared at him. Battling her tired mind for an answer. He said it before she got it out and well. She blinked and turned away stubbornly. She was not one to show pity to the weak. If his strength to make those moves dwindled he would see her grow bloated with ego. "Aye? Oh Yeah? Well, why don' ya choose one then since yer the one bringin' it up, huh?" She scoffed, almost disappointed but never showing it. Upset for something and nothing that would ever be said outloud. "Take yer shot then."

  • "Aye, life fer a life, that works." It was one way to put it. Had he lost his life through what would have happened to them? Alice would have been stopped as she did in the air regardless. That, or she and Nes could and would have been killed unless for some other reason Alice was killed and Nes somehow managed to make it out of there alive with the help of Jason if he had woken up. It wasn't something that she wanted to think about because the point was that they did live from it and they were here to tell the story of it.

    "Fer nobody." Alice corrected quickly to veer off of any road that he was thinking about going down just then. She wasn't scared of many things, but opening up was one of them. What would she say? And what could she do? If she allowed herself to grow weak and allow such a thing in what would it do to her later in life? Would she die for love? Ew, no. Why would she even think of such a thing? Jason could die his own damn self and be fine. Ew, no. Why was he brought up too? Raincheck.

    "It starts to build up. Thousands at a time. Huntin' ain't easy business an' they know that I have me own savings account with it racked up. This could be fer livin' expenses, travel, food. An' every hunt ya take up ya get mare fer it too. An' eventually it starts to build up an' boil over than ya just have a bunch of money sittin' after. You'll get a hefty bit once ya really become a hunter to get ya started too. Then yer there with lots of money an' ya start realizin' how pointless it is. At least fer me. It's just there."

    Alice scoffed gently. "All ya ever needed was some iron. Ghosts can't touch the stuff. Same with Fae too." Some little tidbit there to help him out in the future. "Most ghosts are. Them ghosts at the Asylum were turned crazy by experiments. All that, an' the energy there, aye, ya'd expect some of em to help drive the others loony. That er they just turn into bad entities anyway." She looked up to the snap, then his arm where the raw skin of his arm was showing. She still did not know his healing multiplier. Faster than any humans, of that she knew. Perhaps there was something going on there. "Maybe yer becomin' human." Just a jest, but she could be true all the same.

    She laughed a little at that. "Aye, maybe. If twenty-five year old me ain't so angry, then 105 me will just be warse." She never pictured herself there. She pegged forty maybe. But never fifty. That was Jason's job. Or Neseva's.

    She had turned to take a little of his hair, twirling it between her fingers like a diddy schoolgirl. She continued even after he'd replied, only to frown afterward. What on earth? "A time?" She repeated like a bird. "Time fer what?"

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