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[Samael Moreira]

The soft smell of fresh sandalwood and sage hanged in the air of the empty church. This early in the morning only rarely did a few devout souls would show up to show their faith, this morning one strange and new soul arrived alone to meet with the father. His bronze skin and emerald green eyes gave away that he wasn't from Karakura, much less Japan. This tall man looked over to the confessional and smiled. “Father, if you have a moment I need to go to confession.” The priest would look at Samael seeing the gold cross hanging on around his neck.

Samael would silently walk into the old wooden confessional. With the door closed Samael sat inside of the confessional. The dark closed area gave him peace, the springy soft cushion on the chair was more comforting than it had any right to be in this old confessional. “Forgive me father for it has been too long since I've been to confession and I have sinned, please let me finish my account of sins before you tell me the punishment I deserve.” Samael 's words echoed in the empty church this early morning as he started his confession.

“I have coveted a married woman last night father, I slept with her in her husbands bed after I killed her husband.” As Samael spoke the sound of wood breaking along with the gurgled sounds of a man being restrained. “Before this I made a man steal from a store so that he could feed himself. Father, am I able to be saved?” The sound of wood being crunched was now overtaking Samael's voice. “Father can I repent to enter god's kingdom?” Only silence would be his answer, as he waited to hear what the priest would say to him. “Am I truly dammed to hell for my sins father?...... So be it.” A loud crunch would echo out of the priest's side of the confessional box as Samael stood up from his seat and exited, behind him a massive temdril that had spawned from his stomach would trail and follow covered in blood that would slowly be reabsorbed back into his body. “Father I may have sinned, but I shall send you to heaven before me.”

Sevreal hours later Samael would find himself at the beach tanning in the sun and relaxing by the waves. While a part of Xcution he was still a low ranking member so he wasn't given a mission on this day, which meant that he had the chance to simply enjoy the sun and sand like he did back home in Portugal. The smell of fresh sea salt in the air was always refreshing especially after doing a morning confession. He had to figure out later on where he would to next week's confession as he had killed off too many priests in the recent months. It was never a good thing to leave a trail behind you after confessing your sins.

Samael's choice of clothing for this day would be a pair of black swim trunks with a white shirt on. His right arm would be wrapped up in bandages, keeping it from being seen by normal people. His sinner chain however would hang around his arm. Which only people with spiritual abilities would be able to see. For now he would be tanning his stomach looking at the people walking by and noting if they had any sort of spiritual connection. He had been able, even with his pitiful ability to sense reiatsu see that this town was more spiritually connected than others.



(training CTP)

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

It was an average day. Nothing spectacular was going on. Well, nothing worth noting. Blair's family had taken a trip to the beach to enjoy the sun while it lasted so obviously she was going to go along, but the excited feeling she had quickly died after a short while. That morning, she woke up and wrapped her shoulder-length blonde hair up into a partial side ponytail after a much-needed shower. The night before had been exhausting. She was still young, probably somewhere around her teens at this point, so despite the fact that she craved attention from strangers and wanted to be noticed, she actually also tried to avoid speaking to many of them.

Unfortunately for her, they wanted to be the ones to speak. Blair was a small girl. She hadn't grown in some time, so she assumed her growth spurts had finished off. She now towered over absolutely no one being just under five feet tall, but she had a big personality. She was like a Pomeranian. She was never intimidated by those larger than her, and she typically didn't notice her shortness, but she could be easily snuggled and taken down in no time. Well, as she was spending some time at a restaurant with her parents, she'd decided it would be worth it to play some games. There were standard arcade games in some of the corners, so she grabbed a Coke and went on her way with a few quarters.

Her outfit was simple. She had on a plaid mixture of pink and orange colors in the form of a bikini, but on top of that was a white tank top that allowed some color to shine through. The bow she tied around her neck peeked out in a decorative manner, which she liked. The pants she wore were simple denim shorts and her overall outfit was accompanied by a pair of brightly-colored sandals. She didn't think she would necessarily stand out, but some girls may have appreciated the fashion sense. Regardless, there she was with her side ponytail and all. Her red eyes were entirely too focused on a game of Pac-Man. In fact, she didn't realize some admirers had walked up to her.

She was small, yes. But no one could deny that she was attractive. Though due to her petite stature, no one could actually be intimidated. She had a tendency to fight people off with harsh words of sarcasm, but she was also generally a very sweet person. She did her best to be, anyway. So when these two guys, likely also in their teens, approached her while she was busy goofing off, she absolutely put on her best smile and greeted them once they made it abundantly clear that they were watching. The only thing she desperately avoided showing was her teeth. Her canines were abnormally sharp, so those paired with the red eyes could be fairly menacing. She didn't want to give anyone the wrong idea.

"Sorry about this, guys. I get carried away and I know I've been standing here for a while. I'll finish up this game and let you play."

"We weren't watching that. We were eyeing you."

The taller of the two, probably around 6'3" or something, had put his hand on her shoulder. Blair slowly blinked her eyes as her face went expressionless. Well, he officially crossed a line. At this point in time, Blair had no idea that she was special. She had no clue that she would develop into something called a "Fullbringer" or that she even had any latent abilities. So when she subconsciously allowed her own spiritual nature to flood itself over them, she didn't realize it would be intimidating at all. She was, in theory, no different from these two. But something about her was absolutely and undoubtably different comparatively. And they felt it.

Blair turned around and slowly looked up at the taller one. Her eyes seemed to glow as they were illuminated by the restaurant's lights in the evening. Her glare said it all. She did not want them to mess with her. As normal humans without any special power, they would absolutely feel intimidated by her. The boy quickly ripped his hand away from her shoulder, jumped back just slightly, grabbed his friend's arm, and turned around to walk off. Blair blinked and smiled to herself. She had no idea what she did, but it worked and she was proud of herself. She was always able to do that for reasons unknown to her, but it signaled her promising future.

So that was that. She had stayed up late afterwards just to spend time with her parents at their beach house and hadn't gone to sleep until after midnight, so waking up the following day had proven itself to be difficult. She looked at her made-up face and inspected her hair in the mirror. It was not bad. She had put on the same swim suit from the night before but only wore that. Their house was right on the beach anyway, and her intention was to tan, so she didn't bother putting any extra clothes on. She simply grabbed a towel from the closet and walked out onto the wooden deck. She immediately felt the heat and smiled.

Walking to the beach took no time at all since they were so close already. Blair was enjoying the feeling of sand between her toes and was just about to set her towel down in her usual spot when she noticed a body was in the way. Blair furrowed her brows and pouted. That was her spot. This guy apparently thought he was allowed to sun bathe anywhere he wanted, but that wasn't the case at all. So Blair confidently walked over there and stood above him, casually blocking sun from reaching his face. If he couldn't hear her stepping in the sand beside him, he'd definitely know she was there after that.

"Excuse me. You seem to think this area of the beach is open for business, but you're horribly wrong. I usually lounge here."

Since he was laying down, Blair wouldn't notice the height difference. He looked big but everyone looked big to her. She was tiny. Upon inspecting the man, she came to realize he was actually fairly attractive. His skin was already tanned enough, but perhaps this was the reason why. The weirdest thing about him, though, was the bandaged arm. She assumed he had been injured or something, which might have made sense, but the chain was the most distracting thing. Was it supposed to be some weird new fashion craze? She'd heard nothing of it. So like any other teenager, she asked.

"Also, you're either trying to pass for super edgy or are secretly into bondage but that chain is kind of odd. Is it like some decorative accessory?"

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{Blair's Stats}

Strength - 50 Points

Speed - [100] = 70 Points

Spiritual Pressure - [100] = 150 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 50 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 50 Points

Senses - 50 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 450 Points

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{Blair's Skills}

[Weapon: Explosives] {1}

[Martial Arts: MMA] {1}

[Analyzing] {1}

[Strength of Will] {1}

[Acrobatics] {1}

[Samael Moreira]

The warm rays of the sun would do wonders for him, it wasn't often that he could simply sit back and enjoy the warmth that god had given to them by creating the sun. No far to often he was busy doing his own work, making sure that god's favorite creatures were dooming themselves to the eternal flames of hell by sinning for today. It wasn't an easy task, but it was one he took great pride in, if he was to be stuck in hell than he should at least make sure that those around him were sent there because of him. The joy of knowing that a soul would be forever trapped in the devil's domain was enough reward for him.

This feeling of warmth along with the sight of many beauties walking up and down the beach was making this a wondrous day to have. It seemed like nothing was going to ruin his day, he had taken care of his catholic duty this morning so he was free, free to sin and he had spotted a few girls who he had an idea of how much fun it would be to sin with them. That would be later on however, he still had to finish his tan and his back side was next, then maybe some flirting if the girls were still around. That was his plan, however he saw a shadow appear over him followed by a voice.

Looking up he saw what he assumed was a girl in her mid-teens talking to him. She was wearing a pink and orange bikini, not something that was extremely showy but still eye catching and pleasing to look at. However the words that she had for him were rather rude and annoying. He had been here for an hour or so already and she was demanding that he get up and leave simply to suit her needs? If she was a bit older he would have invited her to share the spot with him, however as it was he wasn't looking to seduce someone who would land him in jail.

He was ready to utterly ignore her and continue his tan without saying anything else however one word she said made him pay more attention to her, 'chain'. She had spoken about his chain as if she could see it, no not like she could see it, she actually did see the chain. It meant that he had encountered someone who was spiritually aware. He himself couldn't sense anything from her, which meant that she was probably weak like he was. Still another spiritually aware individual, which meant he had to take a better look at her, if not for his own safety at least to see if she would be any use to Xcution.

Looking closer at her he noticed that she had pulled her bright blonde hair that was reminiscent of gold to the side in a partial pony tail. Her eyes were bright red as if god himself saw two flawless rubies and decided that he would turn them into the eyes of this girl. Her pale skin was also without flaws, if he had to compare it to something it would be that of the stone statue of David in terms of beauty. He could tell that she took great care of it and it showed. It was a shame that she was so young, however he knew that one day she would become a beauty to rival most.

Well if he was going to speak to her he should at least get up from the towel and speak to her properly . Leaning up slowly he watched as her size seemed to shrink, as he stood full he noticed what others would call a flaw, but he wouldn't , her height. She was a bit shorter than most, but he found that to be cute. Which fit very well with the rest of her image. Samael wasn't exactly a normal height person either he stood at a massive seven foot six inches, towering over most people and especially her.

When it comes to personal space, Samael grew up in a country where the idea of that is totally thrown out the window. So he would stand right next to her with barly any space between the two of them. Being this close she would clearly be able to smell the scent of his tanning oil. He had only spent an hour or so tanning so the tanning oil on his body was still fresh and still held a sent of coconut and bananas lingered around him. A pleasing smell to most, his toned body would glisten as light bounced off of the oil.

In a soft and velvet voice he spoke to her “Oi gatinha linda you say that I am in your spot, but I've been here since the morning, but if you wish to we can share~” He meant sharing the space by moving over a bit and not in the other sense that would more than likely result in cops and jail time. One thing that she would be able to hear when he stood up would have been the sounds of the chain echoing with a ghostly wail mixed in, the sound would come off as strange and off putting as if they weren't exactly earthly.

Now that he was standing if she looked closer she would be able to see something very very odd about the chains, where they seemed to be attached to. On the inside of his wrist she could see the start of a link of chain half way sticking out of the bandages. The connection seemed to be clean lacking any sort of blood or bone showing. It would be clear that this chain wasn't normal, it touched which even by accident was possible given how close they were the chain would feel ice cold. If the touch was kept for longer than a second Blair would feel as if the heat of her own body was being sucked into the chain.

“So linda gatinha what can I call you?” Samael's emerald green eyes looked down at her as he waited for her response to him. Even if it seemed as if he was being forward with her, which often some of the Japanese woman claimed he was, he was simply just going to the next step after speaking with someone which was exchanging names. He knew that eventually him or her would draw some attention from others, be it guys or women either of them trying to hit on them. It was common for those who had spiritual powers to draw in others.

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

The man stood before Blair like a towering skyscraper touching the clouds. As he rose, it seemed to take forever. It seemed so slow and so exaggerated that she almost questioned if he was doing this on purpose. The blonde was used to being shorter than basically everyone else. She feared she may never grow anymore and she would have to deal with her biggest physical flaw, but this made it even worse. This guy wasn't just tall. He was just absolutely enormous. He was actually almost three entire feet taller than she was so her nose came up to his naval. Well, just above it. She was very close to his stomach.

She was also very close to him. The man closed the space between them and Blair took a few involuntary sniffs. He smelled pretty good. She blinked a few times as her eyes grew wide in a bit of surprise, but her cheeks gave away what she was trying to hide. Blair was blushing quite a bit and he would inevitably notice. She tried looking anywhere at all that wasn't actually in his direction, but it seemed useless. He smelled pretty good and looked pretty good, so a young girl like her would easily be distracted by someone like him. She hated herself for that fact, but it was unavoidable.

“Oi gatinha linda you say that I am in your spot, but I've been here since the morning, but if you wish to we can share~”

The blushing got darker. Blair immediately turned around and hid her face as she stared at the ground, embarrassed. She latched her left hand tightly against the upper part of her right arm to close herself off. After closing her eyes tightly, she desperately hoped he somehow wouldn't see her. The intimidation factor she hoped she had was washed away by this guy and she hated it! She wasn't used to being treated this way because she never had been before. And what was he speaking? Some kind of other language? She'd never even heard it before! It sounded like Spanish. Maybe it was Spanish?

All of this did manage to draw her attention away from the strange sound coming from his chain. Something about it was odd, too. It sounded like thousands of souls crying in the distance, or maybe it was like heavy wind howling in a forest. Or icebergs crashing together? Well, either way, it didn't matter. Blair turned around slowly and looked at his arm with an eyebrow raised. There was no way that thing was normal at all. So did that mean he was like her? A person who could see ghosts and experience other supernatural phenomena? It also seemed to somehow be linked to something inside his arm. Was it connected to his bone or something? Ugh, that's so gross!

“So linda gatinha what can I call you?”

His voice pulled her back into reality. She was lost in the fact that the chains seemed so cold even without touching them. She was afraid to, admittedly. There was something about these things that she had decided long ago not to mess with. Blair knew nothing of the spiritual world and wouldn't until she was much older, but at this point she didn't know anything about it. She had next to know experience in this regard. So being this close to someone who was like Blair, who was a part of this hidden world that normal humans knew nothing about, was amazing. It was absolutely shocking. But even so, she responded.

"Uh, I'm Blair. Blair Aldaine. What do I call you?"

She had to crane her neck upwards to even be able to look at him in the eyes. They were so green. She found herself getting lost in them for a moment, wondering how something could be so green just as her own were red. Green wasn't as unusual of a color as red, but the way his seemed to glisten was truly unique. Against the tan of his skin, it was otherworldly. Blair's heart skipped a beat and she forced herself to gaze elsewhere for a moment before returning eye contact. It wasn't so much that she felt any kind of affection for the man, but even she couldn't deny that he looked good. She felt so much like a child compared to him.

Taking a step back to see him better, she tried to divert the awkwardness elsewhere. "Are you able to predict the weather since it'll hit you years before it ever hits me?"

[Samael Moreira]

As he spoke to the girl he noticed how her face started to turn red with embarrassment. It was honestly cute to see her face turn so red, when just moments before she was screaming that he was in her spot. As he continued to speak to her he also saw the way she acted and her movements. Shying away from letting him see her face and trying to hide how red her face had become. Sadly it didn't work as he had gotten a glimpse at how red her face had gotten. She was clearly embarrassed about something and that in and of it's self was adorable, she was adorable.

Blair, Blair Aldaine an interesting name, clearly not Japanese, or at least not sounding like that. However he could be wrong, he hadn't been in Japan that long, but given her face and her hair color it seemed as if she wasn't Japaneses. So was she spending her Vacation here? Or had her family moved here? Did she run away and was living like a vagrant in Japan after some missed conception of her living a life here? So many possibilities, but those answers would wait till later. He had something more important to take care of at the moment.

“Blair̃ Aldaine~ Such a lovely name for my linda gatinha” Sam made sure to roll his R as he said Blair's name to put more emphasis on it, not for any particular reason other than he knew that some women liked it when both Spanish and Portuguese men roll in their names if they had one. “My name is Samael Mor̃ieia, but you my gatinha can call me Sam.” Just as he did with her name he rolled the R in his last name as well. With introductions done, he could move onto the next step he had in mind. He had an idea on how to tease her a little bit given the rudeness she had showed him before.

He could tell that she was awkward around him after the comment about his height and the weather, but why not play along with her. “Ah yes, I can see the future weather from up here, want to know what's coming next~” He said in a teasing tone as he leaned over to lower his lips to her ears. “Do you want to find out little gatinha~” He wouldn't wait for her answer as he placed a hand on her head and softly patted her head with the bandaged wrapped arm. “A one hundred percent chance of being called adorable~” He would pull away to see the expression on her face, which by this time was probably beet red.

With that bit of teasing out of the way Samael sat down on his towel and reached into his beach bag pulling out some more of the tanning oil. She had inturpted his tan, but it was alright he needed to do his backside now anyways. “Oh Blair~ do you mind helping me? I can never do my back properly. I'd appreciate it if you would.” Samael would place the bottle in Blair's hand and lay face down on the towel. Waiting to see what she would do, if she would help or not. Either way after waiting a few moments he would speak again.

“Linda gatinha, you seem to be able to see things that others can't, how long have you been able to do that?” He was interested in knowing this for a few reasons, one depending on how long she has been able to see spirits would help him narrow down what race she was and secondly it would give him an idea of how much she actually knew about the world around her. He would listen to her answer and think about what it meant for how much she knew about this world. When he first came into knowing about the truth he was blind to everything, however someone had taught him much.

“I see, not everything in this world is a blessing, I myself have always been able to see the dead, part of a gift from my father, the other half is my arm.” Samael moved the arm that was wrapped up in bandages. “You can remove them to see what is under it if you like.” He really didn't care about others seeing the arm at this point, his goal from watching the beauties at the beach had turned into finding out more about Blair. If she did go to undo the bandages around his arm she would see that underneath it his skin was scorched black as if it had been burned there would be cracks along his arm that glowed red faintly.

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

The way this guy talked was fascinating. Blair stared at him with curious eyes. She wondered how much he weighed. She was questioning whether or not to ask how tall he really was. Why were his eyes so green? Did he eat a lot of eggs as a kid? She learned from a Disney movie that a few dozen eggs makes people roughly the size of a barn. Maybe that was the same in this case. Regardless, she also wanted to know why he was trying so hard to flirt. He was like thirty and she was certainly not. Even she would admit, though, that he was relatively successful. She felt her face continue to grow hotter the more he spoke. She hated accents. They could be so nice.

At least he answered her question! So he really could tell what the weather was going to be like from eighty million feet above sea level. She wasn't shocked. Being that tall has its perks. He can reach things off higher shelves, uh... Actually, that was it. And Blair could do that, too. She just climbed on the counters first. It wasn't so bad. But knowing he was willing to joke around with her was a plus, especially since he obviously was trying so hard to embarrass her. Jokes on him, though. She's a teenager. Everything embarrasses her! This certainly wasn't any different and she'd eventually show him that his efforts were working whether she wanted to or not.

What she didn't expect, however, was being called adorable and getting a pat on the head. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the ground and blushed again. He was treating her like a kid! He didn't see her as serious at all. He saw her as nothing more than an infant and he was just playing with her. That wasn't fair. Blair looked back up at his dumb smiling face and pouted. She wasn't about to deal with this stuff! She was better than that. She had opened her mouth to say a retort, but as she attempted to do so, Sam sat back down on his towel with his back facing up. He offered her a bottle of tanning oil before doing so and asked for her help. Blair pondered for a moment.

"I might be able to do that." She immediately completely overturned the bottle and dumbed its contents out on the man.

He probably wouldn't appreciate that at all, but he spoke to her once again and managed to grab her attention. He asked about how she could see things that others couldn't normally see. That wasn't necessarily wrong. She had been this way ever since she could remember, for the most part. It had just gotten even worse in recent years. She had an imaginary friend as a child who claimed she wasn't truly imaginary, but Blair was consistently the only person who could ever see her. That made things difficult. The young girl would get bullied from time to time because of it and that forced her to have a hardened exterior. But the fact that he picked up on it meant he was similar.

"It's been since forever. I don't remember a time when I couldn't."

Her answer was probably relatively standard, but it was also true. She had no idea about the world around her and didn't realize she would develop to understand it later. Plus, his invitation to unwrap his bandages and view his arm was fairly tempting. She didn't think it was necessarily disgusting, but she feared she would still not enjoy seeing whatever it was. Something about it was rather unsettling and she was horrendously aware of this. Still, despite all of that, she carefully unwrapped the bandages to reveal a magma-like arm. Real magma or not, it looked like the dried fluid on the side of a volcano as some still continued to flow underneath the hardened material.

"What the heck is this?"

[Samael Moreira]

He didn't expect her to actually try and help him with the tanning oil, however her help was rather more of a prank than actual help, spilling what was left of the bottle all over his back. He let out a sigh knowing that his tan would be ruined and he would have to fix it later on, possibly on another day. Either way he the information he got from her was interesting. Especially given how she told him that she had been able to see spirits since she was born which narrowed her down to a few races. Given she said she was born, she wasn't a mod soul, a fellow Nakabaki was out given that she didn't know about the sinner's chain. So that left quincy, fullbringers, or bounts as the logical choices.

He doubted that she was a quincy, mostly because he heard that quincy families tend to train their young and inform them about the spiritual world. So that left bounts and fullbrigners, honestly at the moment she could be either, given how both races tend to be back and forth on if they teach others about themselves or leave them to find out the truth on their own, was in equal amounts. Still this allowed him to take a better approach in at least teaching her some bits about the world.

He smiled at her as she asked what his arm was. “Like I said linda gatinha it's a gift from my father.” With his option to tan ruined he sat back up and looked at her in her crimson eyes. “Tell me gatinha you have heard the story of the devil right?" He would wait for a moment to hear what she would say about that, he assumed that she did given how common place it was to know at least the concept of the devil. “Well gatinha, hell is real and so is the devil. However not in the same way that the fathers preach. No the truth is much worse than what is taught in chruch. The real demons that live in hell are much worse and more in number than could ever be imagined. The worst is when a demon finds a woman who is strong enough at times he will force her to bare his children.”

Samael started to totally undo the bandages around his arm showing more and more of his demonic arm and the scars across it from self inflicted wounds. Each scar growing bright red as something under the skin was flowing. “Those children receive many things from their father first and foremost they gain the ability to see the dead and the spiritual world. Along side that they also gain tremendous power, however the biggest gift they get is the cursed limb. Each of us has a deformed limb with a sinner's chain wrapped around it binding us to our eventual fate.” By the time Samael was done speaking his arm was fully uncovered and the chain could clearly be seen attached to his wrist.

His left hand would go over to the base of the chain and he would pull on it showing that his skin moved with it the black tone glowing faintly red as the skin was stretched. “Not an accessory my gatinha.” He was sure she would have plenty of questions to ask about everything, it was totally possible that she didn't believe any thing that he had said. Either way the information was out there and it was up to her to do with it what she chose to do with it. In the end he would have to make a report about her to Xcution to see if later on she would be worth taking in and joining their ranks.

After her questions or lack of them he would speak asking something a bit more normal to get away from the strange and odd.“So gatinha why have you come to the beach today~” He had come to relax and take in a few good sights, however he wondered what her reason was. As she answered he started to wrap up his bandages as he had gotten in the mood for a bit of ice cream, which he would invite her to go and get with him in just a bit, after he answered her questions of course.

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

Blair hated admitting to herself that she had no idea what was going on, and this made it even worse. She didn't necessarily mind talking to this guy even if he was a few bodies taller than she was when he stood up, but something about him was a bit jarring. If the thing on his arm wasn't already enough, the fact that it looked charred to bits was what really made the cake for her. And he acted like it was all completely normal! Did he even realize how silly that sounded? As if this whole thing was actually something he'd been aware of his entire life. Or, wait. Was it? It's not like Blair would have known having just met him, but she did wonder.

Unfortunately for her, though, the information he shared wasn't exactly pleasant. Blair nodded in response to his question before he answered. Knowing that Hell exists means Heaven also likely exists, which was somewhat comforting to her, but it also meant what he was saying may actually kind of makes sense after all. Blair had zero experience with people like this. She thought she was the only one who could see these ghosts for the longest time and shrugged it off as having an overactive imagination, but she was beginning to think that was a bit false. Evidently, these people actually existed. And that must mean even more of them are out there.

The act of him taking his bandages off also freaked Blair out. She wasn't really used to sights like this, so having even more of it exposed was a surprise to her. He acted like everything was normal and okay, but none of this was typical to her. The blonde sighed and took in what she was seeing. It was unique, to say the least. She'd certainly never seen anything like this before. The scarring was interesting and it made her question where he'd gotten all of it, but she decided fairly quickly that that question was probably not a good idea. It may be bringing up a sore subject and something in her gut said that was a bad idea.

Pulling on it also kind of grossed her out. Blair's facial expressions betrayed her as he tried to show her how real it actually was. She couldn't help but grimace and look away, staring off in any direction she could to avoid looking at it until she took a chance and peeked just long enough to know he was done. He called it a cursed limb, though. Did that mean it was doomed to fall off or something? She technical terms were a bit lost on her since she didn't really know what he meant, but Blair knew listening was probably more important than guessing. Judging by the way he was handling this conversation, he pretty much wanted to teach her this stuff.

"I guess I was just hoping to get a tan, too. Obviously that's not happening," she said, sitting down beside Sam.

The discomfort she felt while around him at first was slowly starting to fade. She still wasn't as close to him as he would probably like, but there was easily about three feet of space between the two now. She had decided to throw her towel down in a slightly messy way, but it covered enough sand for her to plop her bottom on and remain free of the particles. A sandy swim suit was definitely the worst thing ever. Getting that stuff stuck who knows where was a nightmare. What made it worse was that you basically had to run into the ocean, practically strip, kind of shake it out, and go about your day. That was not conducive to beach life.

Watching Sam wrap his arm up again was also bittersweet. She was kind of glad to see it go, but she was somewhat fascinated by it. This was entirely new to her and she didn't understand what this world was like. He was a part of something even greater than she was and she wanted to know what was beyond her sheltered mind. Blair wasn't taught any of this when she was younger and found herself kind of upset about that. She knew it wasn't her parents' fault, but she couldn't help the fact that she felt left out. How could she not know that this entire world existed right outside her door?

"I guess I was wondering something, too. Why are you here? I mean, you asked me, so it's only fair. And, um... does that arm hurt you? Why is it cursed?"

[Samael Moreira]

As she sat down he gave up on the idea of heading out to grab some ice cream, seeing that she wanted to sit down and talk more. This was fine his wanting to go get ice cream was simply just a way to keep the conversation going and him getting her a little treat on a hot day like this. So he sat down once more noticing that she was a bit far away, but that was fine. He didn't really mind her being that far away after all he was use to people simply just going away after the saw his arm, so her staying nearby was actually a nice change of pace. To him it meant that at least she wasn't one to go simply off of appearances and looks, something that a lot of folks do.

“Hmm me? Gatina.. well I came here to tan like you and enjoy the sights, not often I get a chance to relax on a beautiful day like this. Most of the time I'm stuck working or, well doing other things that are less than relaxing~” There was a time and a place for everything, and right now this wasn't the time or the place to tell Blair that he spent most of his free time causing people to sin and then kill them or suck out their souls all in an effort to damn them all to hell, maybe later on, but definitely not now.

Turning to look at her he smiled peacefully given that she was worried about his arm and if it was painful. Truth be told the only pain he ever felt from it was his own self inflicted injuries, yet he assumed that wasn't what she meant by it. “No my sweet gatina it doesn't hurt, but thank you for the sympathy it's appreciated. As for why it's cursed, well like I said before those demons from hell when they force themselves upon someone to have a child that child gets a limb. That limb and the chain around it is tainted by hell it's self, the chain is doomed to drag that child to hell. That's why it's called a cursed limb. “

Samael would stop to let his words sink in while he waited to see what she would say or do. It's not that he wanted pity or anything, he just wanted the reality of everything to settle in for her. He had come to terms with his eventual end long ago after he found out the truth of what he was and he was ok with ending up in hell and becoming a sinner. He had plans for those around him and for what would happen in hell, however for most finding out that you're going to end up in hell is a major shock.

Eventually he would speak up once more to her when she was done. “There is no reason we can't both tan and talk at the same time~ However I think I'm ahead of you when it comes to the front side being done. How about I help you apply some lotion to your backside and we can relax for a bit under the sun while we talk about less dreary things gatina~” Samael for once actually wanted the conversation to go towards something else less dreadful. There were other things to talk about besides him and he also had to try and learn a bit more about her before reporting back to Xcution as a person who should be watched and possibly scouted.

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

Maybe this guy was more normal than she gave him credit for. Maybe all of this was just some kind of awkward way for him to make friends. Blair welcomed it because she didn't have that many of those, herself. It's not that she couldn't make them, but they didn't really want to be involved. She had these bright red eyes and pointed canines. She didn't look like everyone else so they had a tendency to ostracize her. She'd had some friends in school that accepted her because they thought she looked cool, and today's world was a lot more accepting than it had been in the past, but she was still reserved. She had every reason to be.

But Sam seemed okay. Blair certainly didn't hate him, so that was a start. He was a giant, but that meant he'd be able to help her reach things in cabinets much more easily. As it was, she had to climb up on counters to get to anything at all and it drove her nuts. Both of her parents were so much taller. Her sister was taller. So why the heck was she stuck as a shortie? And not the gangster kind. She was literally just short. She had to deal with that for the rest of her life because she was likely never growing again. It was sad, but maybe one day she'd be able to make it easier on herself. Anyway, that didn't matter right now.

At least his arm didn't hurt. She had to admit that it looked really painful. Even when he pulled on the chain, it yanked on the charred skin, as well. She remembered how every splinter she ever had was painful, or even something like a hang nail, and those were bad enough. She hoped he was being serious when he said it was painless. She could already feel the guilt wellling up inside her gut, and that was enough to bring out her sympathy. Blair returned his smile, though. If that's truly what a cursed limb was, then he must've known how to handle it his entire life. Perhaps he was just used to it. That was fine, too.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. I don't know you very well, but I wouldn't like it if you were hurt."

She rolled her eyes when he mentioned putting lotion on her back and politely declined, but she did remain next to him. She enjoyed the conversation and wanted to know more about him, so sitting by him was preferable. But she had to think about questions to ask. She didn't know much about the Spiritual World as it was, so she was just going to sound like an idiot the more she talked. Maybe it would be a good idea for him to ask her questions instead? But she was so dreadfully boring compared to him. She didn't have any powers and didn't know she was going to get any. How was she supposed to be entertaining?

"Well, I want to know more about you, but there isn't much interesting about me. I don't have much to share in return."

[Samael Moreira]

It seemed that she generally wanted to talk more about him, that or she thought that she didn't have that much to talk about. Clearly she didn't know how special she really was. While it was true that once everyone dies you have a chance to become strong enough to become someone who holds power, to be born with it was rare. While it didn't seem so rare in a town like this that was a spiritual hub where almost every other person had the ability to see spirits or interact with them, in the outside world it was much much rarer. He smiled at her and shook his head. “Never think that my gatina. Just being able to see the spirits makes you impossibly more interesting than everyone else. You'll find out that as you grow stronger that you'll be able to do amazing things, impossible tasks that make everything else seem mundane and trivial.”

There was a time long ago when Samael felt the same about himself, infact he felt worse about who he was. As a child the cursed arm brought him nothing but suffering and misery. Each day tormented by the other kids for his disfigured arm followed by his own self inflicted injuries at it, each time the wounds would heal leaving a red scar behind that acted as a window into the molten magma like substance that flowed under his arm. Each scar made his arm more of a monstrosity to those around him to look at. He did it as sort of penance for simply being born. This is how he lived his life, blaming himself consistently for simply being born, that was till his teacher came along and told him the truth, the harsh truth that it wasn't his own fault, his father was to blame for all of this.

“If you want to know about me, then fair is only fair that you share about yourself gatina.~ “ Samael motioned to his body before he spoke again “My guess is you're wondering where I'm from as I'm clearly not Japanese right?” He would pause for a second to allow her to answer his question. Playfully he would start to respond to her.“Well if you must know~ I'm from Portugal, it's a small little country next to Spain, long ago it was a powerhouse of the world, but time took it's toll on it and now it's just a small little country with some of the best wine in the world.” How long had it been since he had left his home country? Samael did miss it, however the world was too large to simply stay in one place, still it wasn't as if he didn't have his mind wander back to there now and again.

There were so many memories about his home land, while a lot were horrible, often as a result of being picked on as a little kid. There were plenty of good memories that he had that made that small mountain village a place that he longed to return to one day, after everything he had to do was well and done. One of these was when they installed a new town clock in the center of one of the shopping plazas. This clock, was actually a fountain that used water to tell the time to others, each time the hour passed a burst of water would erupt from the holes and would continue to pour for that hour.

Shortly after they had installed the clock Samael had been walking though that area of town when a bully started to pick on him, mostly due to him covering up his arm. He had been use to this sort of bullying, he really didn't care too much about it. Yet this day was different this kid was getting more physical with him. Standing on the face of the clock, the bully was holding onto Samael and was ready to punch him as the hour turned. Suddenly a rush of water came up from the empty hole hitting the bully right in between the legs. While the pressure of the water wasn't that strong it did make it look as if the bully had wet himself. The other kids started to laugh and Samael was able to get away from the bully and avoided being hit. The rest of that day was good for him.

That was only one of the many memories that he had from that town. Oh how he could recount countless stories, however that wouldn't be too exciting and right now he wasn't there. Thinking too much about that place made him want to go back even more. Yet he knew he couldn't return there until everything he had set out to do was done, for one simple reason. If he ever returned to that sleepy town it would be hard to leave again. The main reason for him leaving the first time was to learn more about the cursed arm that he had. Now that he had learned as much as he did, there wouldn't be that drawing force to allow him to escape the sleepy town.

Not wanting to think about that more he tired to turn the conversation over to Blair “So what about you? Where are you from gatina?” He was a bit curious as to where she was from, it was always interesting to know from where someone was. There was always something to learn about someone based on where they're from given that people would often talk a lot or a little about their homes. Giving insight to possible hobbies, maybe favorite places leading to why they like those things and what they do there. That and it also would fill the silence between the two of them.

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

Blair was pretty excited that Sam was okay with talking to her about his past. She knew that this topic could sometimes be rather difficult to discuss with certain people, and she certainly never had anything fun to share. Actually, Blair was a rather boring human. Even if Sam protested, that's just how she was. Nothing about her was special aside from the fact that she could see his chain. Did that matter, though? He made it out to be a much bigger deal than it actually was. Maybe he was even just making it up. She had to admit she'd thought about that possibility for a moment. It was entirely likely that he was just lying to her and this was all a joke.

Yet something about him seemed relatively truthful. She didn't think he had any reason to lie since he was a stranger. Their relationship likely wouldn't go any further than the two of them sitting together on this beach, basking in the glory that was the bright sunlight. She didn't see the future that was shining ahead of her or the fact that they would absolutely know each other later in life. She never understood those connections because she had yet to experience them. Blair was blissfully unaware of the kind of power she truly had at this point in her life, so she didn't think much of it. She preferred pretending he was telling the truth even though she doubted him slightly.

The one thing she could definitely say was true, though, was his background. He was darker than she was when it came to skin tone, and his accent certainly differed from hers, as well. Blair was also not actually from Japan. Her family had moved here some time ago, but she was born in New Jersey. In fact, her family was pleasantly Italian. She didn't know any of that language at all, but that was where her heritage came from. A lot of her family lived in New York and around that area, but they were spread out all over the place between her two parents. Their relatives lived just about everywhere somehow.

"I don't mind sharing anything you'd like to know. I'm basically an open book when it comes to personal things. I might even over-share a little."

So the blonde wasn't shocked when Sam discussed where he was from, either. His accent and skin tone gave it away. He was also rather handsome, but she'd never say that out loud. She could tell he was the type of guy who liked to play with a girl's feelings. And perhaps other things. Blair stopped herself from groaning at that thought because she wasn't ready for a relationship like that yet. Maybe when she was older, but not at that moment. She didn't really want to imagine what kinds of things he'd do to her if she were willing. Sure, the thought crossed her mind every now and then, but it was easy to push out.

"Well, I'm from New Jersey. My family is Italian-American, but the simple way of putting that is just 'American.' The culture over there is very liberal in a lot of places, so people really enjoy their labels. Anyway, going back to me, I'm in high school and I'm about to graduate soon. I want to go to college for engineering! I'm excited about that. I think I'll have a good time." She paused for a moment to think. "Oh, and I'm insecure about the way I look. The teeth and eyes don't do me any favors. I'd wear contacts, but I never think to buy any. I've considered filing my teeth down, though. I'm just not a fan of how that might feel."

Both of those things were true. She was too lazy to wear contacts, though she did desperately consider it at times. Her teeth were also very pointed, though they didn't stick out too far. They were apparent enough to be noticeable if she smiled, but her speech wasn't impaired as one may think. Perhaps it came with practice, especially since they'd been this way her whole life, but they were also just relatively petite compared to what most people thought of when they imagined vampire fangs. That was what she called them, anyway. Fangs. That's really what they were. But she didn't have it in her to file those down, and contacts took too much work. She was stuck this way.

"Oh, and even though I'm more pale than you, I do like to tan. That's why I'm out here. But you see how boring I am now, right? You're welcome to ask anything you want and I'll answer, but I don't know how entertaining it would be."

[Samael Moreira]

As Blair started to talk he paid close attention to what she was saying. Not out of simply being polite, but because he was actually generally interested in what she was saying. Italian American, her graduating high school soon, which meant that she was older than he originally thought, a bit closer in age to him that he originally thought. He was still older than her, but not that much older than her. Hearing about this he smiled charmingly towards her. Little gatina isn't so little is she he thought to himself as she finished speaking.

He however had to disagree with some of the things she said. Mostly about how she felt that she was insecure about her eyes and teeth. He took a bit to look into her bright rose colored eyes, they were amazing. He shook his head and then started to speak. "Oh my little gatina your eyes are unique and wonderful, never think that they take away from your beauty. The same goes for your teeth, every single one adds to your wonderous charm, I wouldn't change a thing about you~"

The complements were genuine and he was happy that had learned more about her. He leaned back and allowed the sun to start and bath him in the rays. He did this not to end their talk, but to actually get some tanning done. Her mentioning that she was a fan of tanning like he was reminded him that he came here to tan and relax. "Well if you came to tan, then lay back and bask in the sun, after all it would be a waste to let a day like today slip by." He would wait for her to either lay back and tan or do something else before he would start speaking again.

"So why engineering my gatina? Out of everything in the world why pick engineering to study?." Samael was generally interested in why she had chosen that to dedicate her time and energy to engineering for study. Never having the chance to go to college himself given his own choices, he hadn't seen the need to pick a major so soon much less one so difficult. There had to be a reason for her to pick something like that. He himself couldn't see himself sitting in classrooms again for such a long time. That wasn't his idea of a fun time, never a great student,but not a bad one he really didn't care that much for studying.

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

His words were sweet but they didn't help her a whole lot. While Blair was typically a positive person, certain things about her were just hard to talk about. She appreciate him being supportive, though. He wasn't necessarily a bad person that she knew of, and he was kind to her, so that was okay. What concerned her now was that he was very obviously different. Different wasn't bad, of course. But this type of different was more the kind that made her worry about other people. She also wasn't strong enough to hold her own in case things went sour, so she tried to not step on too many toes. She wasn't going to be fake, but she didn't want to set him off.

"I guess I could sit for a minute."

Blair set up her towel once more, though kept it close to the ground so she didn't fling sand in his face. Once she decided it was good enough, she was about to lie herself down and relax. She closed her eyes and listened to the air and water rush around her. This was the kind of peace she was looking for. Not interrupted by some foreign guy, not covered in tanning oils, not being disturbed by other random bystanders, but just her and some water and nature. And, well, Sam. He was already there so it was only fair to let him stay. Could she move? Sure. But then that would mean he won.

She had to admit, his question was something that she never really thought much about. She wanted to be successful. She wanted to be smart. She wanted to be able to prove to people that she was both. And perhaps it was a bit out of spite? A while back, a friend of hers had said that his life was so hard in school because he was studying Computer Science or something. Blair knew that was difficult and wanted to prove that she could go through something even harder. She chose Mechanical Engineering. That, and she loved cars. She enjoyed them a lot and appreciated their designs. This was a way to get to that.

"It's just something I'm passionate about. Why? Don't you study things in school?"

He didn't seem old enough to have graduated college yet, but she couldn't be sure. Asking him was the quickest way to getting an answer and he seemed like he would be pretty good about that. He didn't appear to really care to hold anything back, after all. He was honest with her and that was all she wanted. Blair opened her eyes again and gazed up at the sun, but she covered the top half of her face with her arm. She was trying to keep the sun out of her eyes as much as possible, but she enjoyed looking at the blue skies. It was so clear outside, too. This was a pretty good day.

[Samael Moreira]

He got a simple answer from her about why she was studying engineering. However not everything had to have a complex answer to it, sometimes a simple reason is good enough for things. If she really did like engineering and she was happy with what she was studying then there didn't need to be this complex and intricate reason behind it all. As long as she was doing it for herself and not for anyone else then he was sure that she would do fine and be happy with what she chose to study. Then she turned around it on him asking him about what he chose to study in school.

"No, I'm not in any classes at the moment. Moving around keeps one from being able to simply go to classes like everyone else. Only recently have I been able to stay in one place for longer than a month or two. So I haven't had a chance to do any of that really. Besides my work pays me plenty and keeps me busy so going to college isn't really an option. Besides in my line of work hands on experience is more valued than anything one would learn in a classroom, not that there would be places that teach what I do."  His voice trailed off a bit as he said those last words letting them come out more like a mutter than anything else.

The clear sky and fresh ocean breeze did make this a nice day to relax and tan. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh ocean air he tasted something in the air. It was faint and almost totally masked by the salt air, but it was there. If Sameal wasn't a bount and hadn't shifted his focus to enjoying the smell of the ocean he wouldn't of noticed it. In the air the was a faint taste of  something rusty. This lingered in the air, almost like someone took a truckload of rusted pennies and ground them up to a fine powder next to a fan. Samael knew very well why this was in the air, blood had been spilled, but given the lack of screaming and panic it was possible that it was someone having a cut. Honestly sometimes he hated how sensitive his nose was to smelling blood, some of the kids back home called him a shark given how he could always sniff out when someone was hurt.

Smelling blood didn't help his hunger, normally he could keep himself without eating a soul here and there for a few days, but blood in the air triggered a hunger in him that at times was hard to ignore. It wasn't the blood it's self that caused this in him, no it was the way he chose to feed on souls. While bounts could suck out a soul via a kiss or contact he generally liked to go back to the traditional vampire way of feeding. Which meant digging his teeth into the necks of those that he targets and sucking out their soul through their blood. This made it so to his body at least smelling blood was a sign that he was feeding and a soul would be devoured. 

Unlucky onlookers would call him a vampire when he fed, which if he was being honest wasn't that far from the truth when one took into account the legends behind vampires and what bounts could do it was easy to see where those myths came from. Everything a vampire could do he had seen or  heard about bounts doing themselves. Turning into a swarm of bats or rats, well he had seen his mentor do it once. Not a very practical technique to have, but still something they were able to do. The only thing that he hadn't seen the two share in common was the strange weaknesses that vampires had, well besides the sun, but that was only in specific cases. But weakness to garlic, silver, crosses,holy water and needing to be invited in. All of that was a work of fiction by human writters trying to give hope to one another.

As he thought more about the myths of the past and those spoken about in the bible it made more and more sense that bounts were possibly linked to them. The talking serpent from the garden of Eden sounds like a doll. Baba Yaga and her walking house with chicken feet honestly sounds like a crazy old bount lady with a house shaped doll. His mind drifted off to exactly how many stories he could think of that actually sounded like a bount was responsible for. All those bogymen lurking in the darkness really just a race that needed to feed on souls to stay alive. What was real more often than not was more terrifying than the myths.

A loud ring tone snapped him out of his train of thought, it wasn't his own cellphone but that of someone else at the beach. They had it loud enough that it was an annoyance, however he had to thank that noise for snapping him out of his train of thought as it kept him from speaking more with Blair. His train of thought however did allow offer him a new question to ask Blair. One that without her knowing about what bounts could do and what they were once called would seem random and strange just asked out of the blue.

"Oh gatina what do you think of vampires?" He knew that a few years ago there was a massive craze over vampires thanks to a crappy book series that was turned into a worse movie adaptation that portrayed vampires as these immortal pretty boys that would swoop in and steal the heart of any girl. Honestly that depiction of them made him sick as it was clear that the writer couldn't actually write interesting drama unless something supernatural was involved. It was honestly Hollywood dribble, but it did help at least bring the idea of vampires back into the mainstream.