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[Cha]

Cha Summer 9th 516Av Perhaps it was Cha's fault, perhaps it was was simply fate but after only two days of silence following Cha's killing of the Sunset Quarter's local drug peddler a new body had filled the man's position. As per usual It didn't take too long for the words to travel through the orphanage, one of the few perks of living in such crowded space. Cha had felt rather unpleasant since she had killed the first man, she still had a rather unpleasant bruise to her stomach ware the man had landed a particularly powerful punch. That said below the revulsion, their was another feeling, like a guilty satisfaction, she had rid her brethren of a worry for a moment, for a blessed moment Cha had been able to feel like she had paid back the orphanage in some small way, so upon finding out that her work, her sacrifices had been for naught, a darker emotion sprouted in her. It felt unpleasant, her work going to waste, but at the sane tie perhaps her goal had been naive, his was Sunberth the town of her birth and one death never proved a thing, perhaps it would take more, one dead drug dealer was a deal gone wrong, two was an oddity, but five was a point proven. Thinking that the girl looked at her hands and mentally cursed herself. You can't make a difference, mom and pop were stringer than I've ever been and they got erased in a single night, what could I ever do? Holding her fathers axe Cha stroked the blade, coldsteel was the material the blade had been made of. The permanently cool touch of the metal brought some sort of serenity to Cha. Something about how fate was cruel struck Cha's mind and mind and made her smile. It really was funny how the more you wanted things to change the more they stayed the same. Sighing Cha dropped the hand axe into her belt and set out thinking to herself if she could take one out, then she could out two. As Cha approached the area where she had heard the man would be she thought to herself as to how she could improve upon her ability to kill, the last fight had been to long and to risky, it had been a mild miracle that nobody had stumbled across it. This time it needed to be faster, more effective. Cha wasn't too horrible with her weapon, she'd seen how her father would swing it when he would fight invisible foes, and Cha was fairly certain that if she could fell a tree with the small axe, and bark was harder than skin, then a human shouldn't fair to well against a good well aimed chop. Finally reaching the area Cha crouched low in a alley and began to search for the man that would be selling the drugs, Unlike last time she didn't have a good description of the man that she'd be dealing with so she Would have to do some looking. Looking up and down the street Cha squinted, their were only a few stragglers about in the afternoon hours most heading home or to whatever haunts they liked to spend the night in. But These people all seemed to be moving with some sort of goal in mind, the man Cha was looking for would be loitering. Then Cha saw Him, a larger man than the last and in place f stained rags All Cha ould see of him was a tattered brown cloak that concealed what looked to be a scarred up face. Beyond that his features were concealed. Well it's not like that mattered too much . Using the same technique as Cha had tried before She began a treck around the block until She came to rest behind the man's alley, his was a little more frustratingly clean, less things to hide behind and use as cover. That mean that she' have to faster. Stepping into the alley Cha walked forward Her feet landing heel first and rolling forward slowly so that her footfalls were soft and less noisy. For the first several steps things went well and Cha made it about three fourths of the way down the Alley when the man turned about and saw her, as His eyes widened in recognition Cha was already closing the gap her axe trailing behind her in a deadly arc. As the man pulled forth a Sword Cha's Ax ate into the man's shoulder, his height in comparison had saved it from being his neck. Her one shot kill attack failing Cha hopped back a couple paces, the man was now holding a sword in his right hand His left and coming up to grip the hilt for a two handed stance. It was obvious that his left arm would be a weak side, but her opponent looked strong. Cha had never fought against an armed opponent so the sword struck a chill in her, fists could hurt but swords could kill, this wouldn't be like the last fight.

[Lo'campo]

The sun was starting to set behind the horizon as Oumoc sat at the gates like a dog waiting for his master's signal. He was early this time, something that he hated because that meant that he would have to sit and wait for the time to pass before he could be let loose off his leash. A deal was a deal though. He and his lighter persona Lo'campo had made a deal, a mental and written agreement that they were both entitled to the body and it's functions. Simply put, Lo'campo ruled the day and Oumoc the night unless special circumstances were given. So there he stood watching as the Sun's rays slowly etched away from the gates of the orphanage to be replaced by the cool embrace of the darkness.

Like a bat out of hell he flew out into a sprint, the sun finally disappearing completely enough for him to start his day. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind on what he would want to do before his time was up but it was already set even before he stood at the gates. Kill. That's what he was going to do. Cold blooded. gore filled, torturous murder. It put a smile upon his face just by simply thinking about it. The only problem would be picking his next victim. This process took careful planning and analysis to do. You just couldn't pick anyone to murder. They had to have a specific set of characteristics. It also depended on what mood he was in. Sometimes he would want a fight, other times he just wanted to see them run a scream as he hunted them down. There was a slight memory of a victim that down right pissed themselves that brought a slight chuckle out of him.

The tavern was usually a good spot to scope out the prey of the city. He guessed he would start there seeing that most of the people there had a specific set of characteristics that he liked in a victim. Hands in his robes he moved at a quickened pace taking large strides to cover more ground. He was itching to get his blade wet. It had been a drought for him with him recovering from all of his injuries, and he still wasn't at his best performance. It was either this or strangle a couple orphans to death and he wasn't too sure how old Campy would feel about it. He would probably choose an easier victim tonight anyways just to take it easy on his body. A real screamer, he loved the sweet shrills of men and woman filled with fear and sorrow. In a sense it gave him an elevated sense of power.

Coming to a slow walk now stalking the streets as an owl a rat or mice he moved, a shadow upon the wall. Standing erect, head held high whilst his hood sagged low to cover his eyes and face. It made him less noticeable and also came in handy when certain women came looking for the mysterious type of man to spend the night with. The pickings weren't too bad tonight. A few here and there, but one couldn't just pick out a victim as if it were some measly item. No, it took time, observation, analysis. It was a process that had to be done carefully because you didn't want someone that could escape and you also didn't want someone that would die just from being startled.

He left his thoughts for a moment as something caught his eye trickling upon the concrete ground. Coming to a stop he knelt down, running a large blue muscular finger through the liquid before playing with it between his finger and thumb. Blood, fresh blood at that. Was someone injured or hurt? He rose up looking down the alleyway. The sounds of the city even at night could roar over just about anything if a person wasn't paying any attention, but he could have sworn that he'd heard a scream. A smile crept across his face. He wasn't one to play scavenger but even vultures were considered predators. Moving light on his feet not wanting to bring any attention to himself, he followed the blood trail as it winded down the alley.

There was a large splatter of blood on the wall where he started. The victim was caught off guard, probably moving when they were attacked he came to the conclusion as he continued to analyze the scene. The trail continued south moving in a wavy motion some blotches bigger than others. The victim ran..or at least tried to. Whom ever attacked him got him good but didn't kill him. There was another splatter of blood signalling that the attacker struck the victim once more. Oumoc shook his head. Whom ever this was trying to kill someone was a rookie..or very old and slow. The trail bent a corner leading the now curious Akalak behind it. He came to a stop as another scream of bloody murder echoed through the ally. He looked to see a fully grown man cowering in fear, his arm or what was left of it was severely chopped as if someone was hacking away at him-

A shift of the eyes showed the would be murderer. A small child covered in red wielding an ax attacking the man viciously. Oumoc did nothing but watch for a moment critiquing the child's work as the slaughter continued. "Help me. Please!" The unfortunate man called out to Oumoc now noticing the large figure dressed in black. He paused for a second realizing that he'd been seen. "Hey! Stop it. No!" He shouted out reaching and grabbing the ax from the child's hands before they could swing again. Using his other arm his lifted the child up by their shirt, using he strength to hold them up to his face. It was then he realized he recognized the child. He couldn't remember them by name no, but he knew that this was one of the orphans, he was sure of it. What in Krysus's name?..."What are you doing?" He asked not giving the child time to answer. "Why are you doing this? Look at this, this is not good."

"Oh thank the gods you showed up. Please help me so we can kill this brat." The man bellowed. Oumoc wasn't well known if known at all in Sunberth, but those that did know him which was basically Lo'campo and his deceased victims knew that he wasn't one to help prey. He gave a sly look to the man that filled him with worry. "C'mon mate. Kill the little shyke and help me." The man pleaded once more but Oumoc only stood there holding the child. "Here take this." He said giving the orphan back their ax. "You were holding it wrong. When you're using an ax you have to go all the way through with it. Let the weight guide you and pommel down with it for a clean cut. It makes getting through the bone easier and gives you less of a mess." He said demonstrating in the air. Placing the child back down he took a step back and motioned for them to continue. "I am only here to monitor." He said giving a friendly smile.

[Cha]

Cha Too often in sunberth life developed to rapidly and too unexpectedly for anyone to form coherent thoughts and responses in a manner that made any sense whatsoever, as such mayhem often ensued in the fallout of such unpredictable situations. This particular moment was a good example of such a situation. Cha managed to backpedal quickly enough to avoid the man's clumsy sword swings, though it wasn't quite a fair fight considering that the man's left arm was much worse off than Cha had previously thought. Backing him onto a wall with a few vicious swings Cha found herself experiencing a moment of brief confusion, followed by one of terror. The man that had halted her swing wrenched her ax away and proceeded to lift her by the back of her shirt bringing her to bear with him eye to eye. Cha swallowed hard ready to fight and try to flee with all her strength when the blue man's face contorted into a grim smile. "Why are you doing this? Look at this, this is not good." the man in the background seemed all too pleased to watch this new development unfold. Then when things seemed their grimmest the man handed Cha her ax back at set her back down. "You were holding it wrong. When you're using an ax you have to go all the way through with it. Let the weight guide you and pommel down with it for a clean cut. It makes getting through the bone easier and gives you less of a mess." With that the man stood back and watched. the development was beyond comprehension but Cha knew that she was now committed to killing this man before her else risking the large blue man's ire. Stepping towards her fallen foe brandishing the ax Cha sighed inwardly, it wasn't particularly ideal to slay someone who didn't have a chance, but nor were witnesses, especially those who would dare harm the orphans worth giving Mercy. Gripping the ax with her hand together Cha Lunged towards the downed. Just as Cha reached him though the man slashed out towards Cha slicing across her left thigh causing a small splatter of her own blood to cry out were her voice could not. However Cha's momentum was on her side the man's swing while painful was not enough to stop her own attack. A solid thunk was heard as Cha's ax sliced into the man's bare throat the sound was followed by a rattling gurgle as the man's shocked eyes spurred open and glazed over. Blood oozed merrily from the man's throat coating cha's hands face and more so than the rest, her ax. Placing her free hand against the man's head Cha braced and pulled the ax from the man's throat making a further sickening squelching noise. Taking a step back Cha admired her work, it wasn't as gruesome as last time but it still held it's stark and brutal visage. Cha felt hot streams run down her face, again tears came after her kill but the emotion was not enough to shut her down like the previous time. her tears left tracks of clear on her blood smeared visage. Falling to her good knee Cha looked at her leg, it was oozing blood from a semi deep cut, and would need to be cleaned and bandaged soon, it certainly was agonizing. Pulling herself together Cha darkly eyed the blue interloper. he may have just given her a free pass to kill the man but that didn't mean she was safe by any means, she wanted to say who are you but the best she could do for communication was arch a solitary eyebrow at him.

[Lo'campo]

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He did as he said he would and stood back, watching as the child turned back to her prey. It brought slight pleasure watching the man's eyes fill with fear. Changing her hold on her weapon as he had showed her, she lunged. It wasn't the tactic that he himself would have chosen, but this was a child. She had a long time to grow and develop her skills. Of course not going without a fight, the downed man attempted to retaliate. An attempt that failed as the axe tore through his neck and throat, lodging itself with a loud "Slosh", the sound playing upon the blue giant's ears like a sweet melody.

Then she was done, the show short lived. He watched as she took to the ground upon one knee, the other having a trail of blood running down it at a quickened pace. Tilting his head to the side he caught a glimpse of the now dead man. He recognized the man. Did he know him personally? No, but he was sure that he'd seen the man dealing drugs through this area on one occasion or another. Jilene had a bone to pick with the drug dealers in the area using orphans to do their biding. Was that what had happened here? The kid didn't want to take orders anymore so she killed the bastard. A smirk revealed itself upon his face.

It was then that he realized that she was looking at him, waiting for an answer or response to what had just occurred. "I take it that this isn't the first time you've killed someone, but you haven't killed a lot of people have you?" he spoke calm and slowly to help the child relax and understand what he was saying. He could tell by looking at her work that she was new to the whole murder thing. It was unintentionally sloppy for what she was aiming to accomplish, but on the other hand, the way that she lunged at the man's neck told him that this wasn't her first kill, no. Maybe her second, fourth even. One thing he knew for sure was that he was looking at a killer.

"You're injured." he spoke stating the obvious. Kneeling down, he analyzed the wound. It didn't seem to be anything too serious, just a deep scratch if anything. He'd received many of those in his life. Lifting a hand, he reached for the child's face, hesitating a bit not wanting to scare her before wiping a tear from her face. "It's alright, it's nothing to cry over. It's the natural way of life. The never ending cycle, you just help balance the world a little bit more. I'm Oumoc, what's your name?" he asked the child, giving an actual caring and genuine smile.

Taking a lakan out, he turned and cut a piece of cloth from the dead man before returning to the child. Without asking permission he started from behind the thigh, pulling the cloth forward before tucking one side in and using the other to wrap the makeshift bandage tight. Taking a step back he judged his work. It wasn't as good as a doctor's skill, but it would hold. Standing back upon his feet, he presented a hand to the child.

"I don't know who you are, or why you did what you did here tonight and it's not really any of my business, but if you want to improve your skills, to be an efficient killer, I could help you. The choice is yours. If you choose to deny my offer, I will let you go and wont tell a soul about what occurred here. But if you choose to let me teach you then take my hand and let me guide you.

Oumoc wasn't one to show signs of affection, or even signs of anything. There was something different about this child though, something that drew him in to her, something that reminded him a bit about of himself. Like an animal in the wild taking on a cub that wasn't it's own, raising it and teaching it to hunt, to live, to survive. He and this kid fell from the same class of people, he knew it. Now he would only need to see if this child would accept his offer.