An unlikely drinking partner (joint Training,Closed, Ashisu)

[Ashisu "Kurokawa" Ringo]

Damn was it nauseating to really focus on one particular thing. Ever got the feeling of absolute keen trained eyes that tended to focus on everything at once? More like being wide eyed and keep everything in plain view. Yup, like that sort of focus was what Ashisu was dealing with now. All the trees and dim lamp posts and lonely benches. Oh yeah, she got them all in her sights as he windows to the soul panned in and out to the single entity that actually moved. The pair of eyes bobbed up and down as the blurry distaste of her vision grew back into a single picture, watching the entity seep back into the shadows. Abaddon was gonna be heading back into the darkness of the park around her. Luckily too. The Quincy girl still wasn't in the best shape yet either to contest really. All the more better to really bide her time in this case and wait for a bit until her stomach and mind melded back with that of her will.

The girl was sometimes a bit stupid when it came to making decisions. At least in social terms. When it came to life and death scenarios, then like Hell she would risk a situation that would tend to bite her in the ass later. Still a bit off-put, time would come to be the girl's savior in this case. All the more reason to really use what she had on her at the time. Like, for example, staying out of the creepy as woods that surrounded her. Soft pats of her feet met with the ground several times over. Her steps leading toward the center of the expanded brick layout. More or less an area used for friends to meet up with other friends to go else where. A pair of benches to her backside, which led to the open area, and the conjoined walk ways that led towards three different directions. Straight ahead to the East, another to the South, and last one up to the North. Ashisu kept herself dead center of the small opening of land.

Better to keep some distance away from the trees until she found herself at a better state. While like this, even with her diseased state, she could pick up on the subtle motions of her little friend when he got close. The only problem was she was a tad drunk. With her best efforts of expelling all that raw gooey chunky paste, she still was under the influence. Now this was something that wasn't going anywhere for some time. Probably like seven to eight hours or so. And geez, waking up was going to be an absolute pain too. Hangovers were not the best when in a pooped mood. Ashisu was probably gonna have to take an Aspirin when the morning time came. Or probably a cup of coffee like everyone else does. Whatever, what she had to deal with now was- ".-Ack.."

Her knee gave out. Well, not really. At first she thought maybe she was a bit lazy and wanted to relax. If that were the case then she would have just pooped out entirely rather than one part of her body. Either that, or just one part of her felt like it should take a payed vacation and not tell her of when it was gonna go. Nah, but didn't take long before the pain shot out from that same spot too. Soooo, she can at least conclude that her leg didn't feel lazy at all and wanted a payed vacayyy. What she found that was the fact that her little, but tall, friend had snuck up behind her and hit her knee. The back of her knee of course. Looks like he wanted to stick with back stabbing more than anything else. "...you fucker..." Ashisu snapped back at the man.

No choice in the matter, but to roll along with it. Like, literally roll. Off to the side in which she was brought down on, the Quincy tucked herself in and rolled off to the side to provide some space. What could be said about it all, Ashisu wasn't a ground fighter, and to be more honest, she was still somewhat drunk. And when it came to a case like this, not the best sort of drunk either. *hic* She let out a soft, and utterly low hiccup as she poised herself to face Abaddon again on a single knee. Left arm shot out forward to create a measuring shtick, and the right over her head. Looked sort of ridiculous to be honest, but so appropriate considering her practice. She kept her eyes on the man to see what would come next. But more importantly, to push her mind back into working order.

[Abaddon]

Both strikes to her knees had hit, hearing her fall to the floor he was satisfied with the outcome. he had hopped that with both hits she would fall and stop this madness, Abaddon didn't want to fight her, especially not like this. It felt as if he was simply bullying her around rather then actually training. This was getting to be annoying and sad especially after seeing her roll away from him on the ground like a wild animal. He knew that she would continue this little fight that she had asked for, only because it seemed that she would continue till either he broke something or gave up.

When he saw the formation she took on the ground he let out another sigh. In this position it would be so easy to hit her with a kick. “Let's stop this, before you get more hurt.” Abaddon was more than happy to try to end this one last time. If it did work then maybe he could bring her to her home so he could get going to his own home. “Come it's time to take you home and rest, don't you think so?” He extended out his hand to her to help her up off of the ground.

(ooc bleh brain fart sorry) 

[Ashisu "Kurokawa" Ringo]

Ashisu pitched a raised brow. What kind of shit was the guy talking about now? Like really, why stop the fight now when they were just getting started? Geez, what a buzz kill. If anything, this sort of irritation reminded her of the old days. Those old days spent in the Vandenreich. A time she tends to remember when small annoyances like these come around to disturb her sense of peace. Those among the Vandenreich held an uptight mannerism to them. Something that always bothered her and her parents. Now in days she can recall them, while others they are blurred from her mind. Quite possibly from all the drinks she had those nights. Always something to help void them from her mind and thoughts as they are not very fond. More so than that, she spends much of her days in a drunken slump to forget the pain and irritation her final days with them went about.

That same irritation began to radiate along her side. Even when slightly buzzed, it can still be felt. The intensity of the flames that scorched her skin as she remained hidden from the creatures that sought to eat her. Remembering those among the Vandenreich ranks following them, hunting her and her family in order to "cleanse" their Holy Empire. All that she was now was due to their lack of change, versatility, and their ability to adapt to the new eras that ventured their way. It was really vexing. And to see and hear this man putting up a front, the same how most men do now in days, trying to be the nice guy but really is a creeper on the inside. Wanting to stop as trying to be a gentleman or what else.

Now for those that end up drinking with her are much more reliable and honest, so she knows what is in their heads. Guys like this, or the whole White Knight image, was already played out and was plain boring. It bothered her. Taking her stance back as to what it was before their whole little "match-up" the girl scoffed a bit off to the side as the dust clouds fell from her pants. Small fingers patted the particles away from herself, ""Fine fine, we'll do this your way then." she said begrudgingly. Almost as an insult in the manner in how she was putting it. "Though I won't need any of your help. I can take myself *hic* back home, okay? So I don't need you to follow me back or anything. It would bother me." she added to her overall statement as to her point of view of the whole thing.

Didn't take her long to really get herself suited to move herself again. Still a bit queezy, but more manageable than before hand. Out from the tree lines, and back into the opening of the park, Ashisu went about to tighten her bandages once more seeing that they were growing loose. Removing the excessive slack from the ends, the tattered stream of bandages along her arm. She turned to watch the man from the corner of her eye sight. "You stay safe yer'self. Probably see you around at some point in time." she joked before casually waving her hand off to the side as she followed the pathway out of the park. This was certainly a bitter night for her.

[Abaddon]

It seemed that he had worn her down and made it so that she was going home, he wasn't exactly sure that she was actually going home and that's what bothered him. He let out a defeated sigh and spoke to try and stop her from leaving. “Hold on wait a moment, at the very least let's leave the park together. It's not exactly safe to be alone in the dark and even though we had a fight, you still haven't told me your name miss.” He kept his soft smile as he looked at her wanting her to say yes simply so he could get a bit of information from her. From what he could tell she wasn't exactly a normal human, so what was she?

“If not at least let me buy you a drink or two to help ease the pain from the blows I dealt. My name is Abaddon, what might I call you?” He wasn't one to advocate excessive drinking but it seemed that she was a drinker and maybe if he got her drinking she would talk a bit more. After all she seemed a bit more friendly when they were simply sitting down and drinking instead of fighting with one another. That and he wanted to know her name at the very least, she was interesting and rather different.

He assumed that she did accept his offer and smiled before stopping and saying something. “Do you mind if I go and grab my things in the woods? I'd rather not leave them there hanging in the forest, that and my wallet to pay for the drinks is in my coat.” With that said Abaddon went back to the original tree that he hung his things from grabbing them and getting ready he walked back to see if she had waited for him. If she had he would walk beside her to a nearby pub where they could order a few drinks and food. Him hoping that the food would fill her up a bit.

[Ashisu "Kurokawa" Ringo]

Great. Not only the throbbing pain of her body is coming back to the surface, but her buzz is slowly dissipating. She wanted another drink as soon as possible. Hell, all the reason why she was going to head over to another bar after she left the park. Ashisu was feeling a bit irritated about the situation the longer she was drawing closer to being sober. While not good for the heart and liver, but helped to keep her mind off of the memories and the constant heat of her damaged skin. The cool air did wonders for it as it chilled the hot surface beneath the rolls and rolls of bandages. Hell, it helped to keep her sense and temper under control. Kinda like how people get easily irritable in the heat, Ashisu is very much in the same manner since she rolls around in it everyday. Though they have gotten better, and doesn't burn as much, the healed remains of skin still remains sensitive to her own body heat, and to that of the elements around her.

She didn't want to stick around much longer as the night was still partially young, and she wasn't hammered enough. To be honest, she wanted an escape. She didn't like how things were. The headaches were signs of her own denial of reality. Her burns were evident of what the past was like. A past that she didn't wish to remember, a people who she denied with all her being. She detested them, and what she was. Knowing that she shared the same blood as they did made her want to puke, and no it wasn't because of the alcohol. Lingering around the park now just made her all the more irritated. And now, the guy wanted her to wait for him while he went to go grab his belongings. Pft, as if. Ashisu wasn't in the mood to play games. Too much sense came back to her now, and she wasn't feeling particularly chilled.

Ashisu let out a deep scoff. "Buy me a drink first, and then we'll talk." the girl growled with discontent. Even under the veil of her red hair she didn't seem particularly in favor of small talk. In moment like these reiatsu control was far beyond her. Little as it was it spouted in small squirts from the body. Not really meant to be flashy, but just to show the level of discomfort and anger she had for the situation. That was when he told her his name, and to hold on a bit longer until he grabbed his gear. Greeeaaatt. "Whatever, I'll be at the entrance. Just don't take too long or I'll leave yer ass." Ashisu openly admitted to leaving him behind if she felt it was necessary. Though, she wouldn't have to wait long for his return as he came scampering back to her side. Still didn't please her. All the while he kept asking for her name, and still came to the same result as before. No drink, no talk. So, their little walk wouldn't be very social one as Ashisu kept to herself.

Beneath the bandages she could feel her skin crawl. Every step seemed to be prolonged more than the last one did. The cool air did wonders, but little against the spiral of rage and anger that brewed within her small frame. With arms crossed and face buried in the layers of her bangs, she just simply followed the man's foot steps as she maintained a good three feet distance away. She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to listen. All Ashisu wanted was just another drink. A drink, a substance that drowned the sprining memories. The cold around her also served as a reminder. A reminder what happened that day. Slowly, the noise of the motors passing by, the talks among the people in the crowd around them ceased to even exist. All she could hear was the rain that fell around her. Over head, there were no clouds. Just a plain empty night sky brightened by the city lights around them. But that wasn't what she saw, what she heard. Droplets, one after the other falling down onto the ground. That was what she heard.

They were creeping back. Not now. Not like this. She didn't want to remember. She wanted them gone. All of them. Teeth grinding, and the tips of her hair ripped from the roots. Geez, she was gonna get a bald spot at this rate. Just her level of anxiety continued to go up with each moment given without some booze. All she wanted was just something to help keep them away. She just didn't want to deal with them now.

[Abaddon]

The walk to the pub wasn't that long and while he tried to strike up some conversation while they were walking it seemed as if she only had one thing in mind, to get a drink. He didn't know her reasons for drinking so much, however he knew that people had their own reasons if they were good, or if they were bad. He couldn't really judge her that much, after all he had gone on his own bender before and he knew sometimes how hard it was to stop. Even still he had offered to buy a drink, mostly so he could keep an eye out on her, he had a feeling that she wouldn't stop.

The pub was rather empty, only a few folks here and there mostly drinking by themselves, it was better this way. Less chances for a repeat of what had happened in the last bar that eventually lead them to fighting with one another. Sitting down on at the bar counter he ordered himself a whiskey on ice and a beer for her to start. He wasn't sure what she wanted to drink, but beer was usually a safe choice and at the very least it did one thing. It gave her a drink so he could actually ask other questions.

After the drinks were brought he turned to her and smiled. “So miss, might I have your name now?” He just wanted to start a bit of small talk with her. He had other questions that he knew would hold priority later on. Mostly why she fought and what caused those burns on her body, but maybe if he got to know her better later on he would ask those questions hoping to get an answer. Tho one thing he did want to know was, was she a spiritually aware person? He couldn't tell at this stage given how weak he was and how drunk she was, but time would tell.

[Ashisu "Kurokawa" Ringo]

Swirl swirl and even more swirling. Asahi Super Dry was the casual beer on the spout that they had in stock. Nothing too heavy but something to help keep the measure of buzz that she did need to help with her growing anxieties. And oh boy, did she need it. Socializing without Beer was telling a rabid Dog not to act at all out of its mind. Trying to really comprehend reality without some sort of mental courage was tough for Ashisu. Too many memories, too many nightmares. One too many to really be able to be able to sleep at night. Screams and cries of pain that echo in the shadows of her mind keep her awake, and shake the very fabric of reality into that of delusions. They are a constant bother still despite her brother managing to help her adjust to much of it. Help to replace the bad memories with the good ones.

Looking back on them, they were good times. The time between her and her brother helped to nullify a lot of the damage and trauma that she was put through. Although he was a Shinigami, a Quincy's natural enemy, he still treated her like blood. Hell if they were related, and probably way beyond in years, he still kept her safe, fed, and trained. Lot of her survival skills that she has now is thanks to him. Mending her mind of what happened to her family was generally thanks to him. Not at all being gentle and kind, minimizing her as a frail little girl, even though she was, he essentially taught her how to be strong. The world wasn't going to care about what happens to her. No one would think twice if she passed away. The world itself was cruel and unforgiving, and so she shouldn't have expected anything remotely close to kindness.

Ashisu would expect no amount of kindness of those who dwell within the world. That was one of the lessons that the Quincy girl learned at an early age. The Vandenreich were just like all the others, if not worse. All Quincies were like them. Some sort of faith that they throw themselves at for one reason or another. Some sort of "higher" calling that beckons to them with a great sense of justice or duty. Blah blablah blablah blah. It was the same nonsense that she was fed when her family was still part of the Empire. An Empire with a mundane crusade to help purify the world with their own efforts, yet those that turned their backs on them were "cleansed." A wonderful word for murdering supposive traitors. Anywho, it was all a joke that she didn't even wince at.

Back to the present time, the Quincy girl took a good long sip from the rounded edge of her frosty mug. A good start for any conversation despite already being somewhat drunk and sober. Bleh, that horrid mix of the two states of mind really does a number on the senses. Good thing the bar here was dim lighted for the occasion. Little overhead laps with dimmed bulbs, wooden counter top, and the tall ass stool chairs to help set the scene up altogether. Faint yellow lights helped with her eye sight, slowly adjusting to the hazing change of drunk vision. Mister Proper rung in with a question as she was in mid-sip of her Beer. Well, a deal is a deal, so she'll keep her word on her end. "..kek..... Ringo... Everyone calls me Ringo...........err..... Or at least they do if they can still remember hehehe..." she cheers onward with her half glass in the air. Still good being a bit plastered and away from reality. "So, what can I do ya farrrr?" she chuckled. And yeah, far away from reality.

[Abaddon]

Ringo.... an odd for a woman, honestly the name harkened back to a band made famous in the sixties, or at least a nod to one of the members of that band who was often made fun of consistently. Either way it didn't matter whatever she called herself he had a name to put to her rather drunken and slurred face. It was a nice thing to have given that he wasn't too happy to referring to her in his mind as simply girl or the drunkard. At first he wasn't too happy to share his night with this girl, however she had become rather enjoyable if not troublesome.

The girl asked him what did he want with her? Truth be told he wasn't too sure. In all honestly all he wanted was to make sure that she got home safe and sound. He knew that there were less than savory people in most bars with less than noble intentions for any inebriated girl that they could prey upon. Even if he didn't know this girl he couldn't allow her to be taken advantage of. That was just the sort of person he was. There really wasn't anything else to him trying to keep her company and getting her to her place safe and sound.

While to most looking from the outside in it seemed that he was trying to get close to her for an obvious reason that was the last thing on his mind. Ever since he had been reborn he had kept his wedding ring on. While it wasn't the very same one he had all those years ago he had one remade in the same fashion as he had in his living life. His heart still belonged to his dearly departed beloved. Abaddon still clung to the past and this was a huge part of his past, he wasn't looking for anyone in this lifetime, he hadn't had the time to move on. Not yet, mostly due to the fear that if he did he would forget all about her and that time.

Even if he was just keeping her company there was something that he was curious about he. Those burns across her arm and face. It was unusual given how besides those burns she seemed to be a normal person. Taking a few sips from his own drink he got ready to ask. "If you must ask, I was wondering where those burns came from." While it wasn't the most pleasant of conversation topics it was the only thing he could think of at the moment. He wasn't use to speaking with normal humans and at the moment he didn't know she was the same as him.

[Ashisu "Kurokawa" Ringo]

She knew that eventually it would come to this. Her entire right side was literally covered with bandages. From the face, over the shoulder and arm, and around the length of her right leg. The question was always brought up when ever a conversation came up. Obviously, who wouldn't want to ask about the Elephant in the room? So, Ashisu wasn't really surprised that the question was brought up. Even though it wasn't a surprise to her, she still couldn't keep the Demons at bay. And there were a lot of Demons in her closet that she kept. Too many to really want to remember them. Didn't matter though of how many times she went to find means to eradicate them all, the marks that she still carried on her body remained as a constant image to her past. For that reason, this was going to require more booze than what she already had.

"Kek, think you are going to need to order me a few more to get me to answer that question." she said softly. Now, she may have said it as a bit bubbly as she did, but didn't really match with the tone her eyes were giving off. Anger, sadness, despair? Hell, she couldn't even pin the emotion itself. Just a swirling pool that mixed them altogether into something that she really couldn't describe. Only thanks to the Beer at hand that she didn't relapse back into a rampancy. Ashisu tipped the mug to her lips to take a gulp, emptying at least a third of her glass. "If not, then next question heee." she chuckled with a bit of flush in the cheeks. She was getting there.

The amount of alcohol that she took in the entire day helped with a lot of her nerve and attitude. Without it, on a regular basis, she would be very moody. Violent at times and just agitated the other half. The usual from a massive hangover the previous night is what often makes her pale and just plain lazy to do anything. Afterwards, she is less gloomy and more productive. Pretty much using the drunk stirred nights to help vent her anger much of the time, becoming too tired and apathetic to really do anything afterwards. Today was pretty much like one of those days. Often times than not she would just go out to drink to have a good time. Or, the Quincy would use those days to release her pent up frustrations while powered by the forces of alcohol, and plain old stupidity. That was what made those days really fun.

Ashisu's eye peered through the crimson lengths of her hair out at the man beside her in the dim light. The bar was quiet to the point that even the slightest rustling would make it more lively. His blonde hair and physique reminded her very much of those among the Vandenreich when she was still a part of it. It sorta annoyed her a bit. It was either that or the just the fact that it was blonde that irritated her. Damn bright colors when her eyes were sensitive now. Ugh. But, there was another Elephant in the room with them, "Abaddon, right? Where you learn that stuff back at da park huh? Don't fancy ya as a solider or anything, ya know?" A small chuckle, but a bit lazy on her behalf. Half seemingly interested, while the other indifferent really. But, it go things started as she was slowly shifting the conversation.

[Abaddon]

As she answered his question about her bandages around her arm and the burns she had, he nodded and raised a finger at the barkeep for another beer for Ringo. He wasn't getting an answer about her burns with the amount of beers that she had drank. He wasn't too shocked about this knowing that somethings were often taboo he dropped it. He wasn't going to try and push what he knew was a sensitive subject and such he let it go, it wasn't so important that he needed to know, it was just something that he wanted to talk about to fill the air and not let silence fill the air between them.

Then it was his turn to answer questions or rather a question, where had he learned to fight the way he did. The true answer was simple it was a mix of his old teachings as a quincy and a hold over as how he fought when he was a hollow. Mixing and blending into the shadows was a common thing for him to do as a hollow. Stalking prey from the dark was a safe and very effective tactic. Being able to attack without being seen was invaluable as a hollow, while he didn't like what he had done the movements were still ingrained into his body. His body moved with the memory of the past when it had to.

The truth to tell her however wasn't exactly something that was believable. Nor was it something that he could tell a normal person, how could he actually tell someone that he was part of a world that had spirits and for lack of a better word nazis in it. While not part of the Vandereich nor a supporter he often had to deal with them around given the way Karakura town was. "No nothing of the sort really, given my height people often want to try and take a swing at me. Sort of a take on the biggest guy you can find. I had to learn how to defend myself, not that I wanted to." A lie, but some truth given when he was a hollow he was rather large and often found himself being attacked by shingami.

"So how about you Ringo? Not often that a beautiful young woman asks someone to fight while drunk. What's your reason for fighting and training like that?" By this time Abaddon had finished his drink and had ordered another. Not a common occurrence, however he was trying to at least learn more about this girl so at the very least he could get her home without any issues. If this was possible then he would be satisfied with his night. However he had this odd and sinking feeling that his night would be spent drinking with this girl till the morning. That feeling was growing with each drink he took now somewhere around his second or third drink, he had stopped trying to count knowing that it would be pointless.

[Ashisu "Kurokawa" Ringo]

"Imma pretend I didn't hear that joke just now." she cocked at the words "beautiful young woman." Words that she never really heard from anyone before Abaddon. She hadn't heard those words from anyone before in her life, besides her brother. More or less, when someone tends to say something like that to her it is a joke. "Oh, how are you beautiful" or "What a gorgeous lady like you doing in a place like this?" Before it wouldn't bother her at all. She would go with them and just have fun. Then, when it came to the bed room, when the Quincy offed away from the intimacy part of the night, the men usually scoffed at her. Then the words came, "Who would be in the right mind to call you beautiful huh? Especially when you look like that."

They would say she was beautiful if it meant getting her into bed. She was naive enough to believe it, thinking that she could be just like any other girl. If she kept to herself and bandage her past wounds that she could be accepted in some way. But no. She will not be accepted as being beautiful, or anything other than what is on the surface. Only to be made fun of. Once people saw the scars under the covers, then they begin to resent and become frightened of her. And soon, disgust. This was part of her pain, just as other parts that made it up entirely. As so, Ashisu saw it as being made fun of, who simply because they wanted to try and bed her. He probably meant well, or was trying to make fun of her. Either way, the Beer was still good and made her mouth and insides tingle.

"Just like you I have my reasons for fighting." she commented before taking a sip of her refill, "More or less, to pay back some 'friends' of mine who gave me this little going away present." she said sluggishly. The frosty mug tipped to her lips once more, seemingly to drown the frustration that those memories would normally bring up. "Gonna visit every last one of them and give them my own little present. And I have a really, really long list heh." The Quincy's eyes fluttered. Much of the alcohol consumption and fighting around made her fatigued. Her head bobbing slightly to that of a nudge. She took another swig of the Beer's mug, wanting to continue before her head fell into darkness.

"I guess though, lots of guys are like that. Always trying to play the whole White Knight smuck, or a total douche-bag hehehe. Is there anything you would like to ask before I pass out for the night?

[Abaddon]

Her words didn't really tell him much about why she fought. Sure it seemed like she wanted to get revenge on some people for something that they did to her, but what exactly that was he wasn't sure. If he had to guess it had to do with the burns all over her face and arm. While he felt for the girl, knowing that those probably hurt he knew that simply drinking away her life wasn't the solution. Still who was he to judge when he had done the exact same thing so long ago, he had his own reasons so he was sure that she had reasons enough to drink. Yet there was something that she said that bothered him.

A joke? What had he said that would be considered a joke? Had she been thinking that his genuine complement about her was him mocking her? That and the next words seemed that their night was coming to an end. He wasn't said that it was going to end. While he enjoyed her interesting brand of a good time he had his own things he had to do. "It seems before I ask you anything I think I need to say that yes I do find you beautiful Ashisu. Some might reel away at the burns you hide, but that doesn't take away from you on the inside." With that said he looked back at the barkeep raising his finger up so he could get the bill to pay.

"I don't know what sort of men you've been speaking with, however my only question is again, where do you live or call home so I can get you there safely. Given your state I doubt that you could make it safely there without blacking out." Abaddon was back at the same question as before, simply so he could drop her off without having to have the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something would happen to her while she was walking home. Not that he thought she couldn't handle herself if someone tried anything, he was more worried that she would black out while she was trying to get home. This is what caused him concern.

The bill came and Abaddon paid for it with cash. He looked back at her waiting for her to answer him so he could help her get home. If worse came to worse and she passed out he would simply grab a cab and get the two of them a hotel nearby and let her sleep off the booze there for the night while he himself went back to his own home. That at the very least would allow him to sleep soundly knowing that at least he did all he could do. So now it was up to her would she be able to tell him her address properly while she was this drunk, or would it turn into incoherent mumbling.

[Ashisu "Kurokawa" Ringo]

Gotta keep awake, gotta keep awake. That was the initial thought that was running through her head when it came to times like this. After all, sleeping in weird places only to wake up in a much more weirder place doesn't really do her really well. Like come on, one time she was at a Night Club, and next thing she knew it she found herself at a Deli shop swimming in raw meats. Did she eat any of the meats? No, of course not. She wasn't that drunk to really to do that. But drunk enough to break into the place and just throw herself into a cart to play around with the refrigerated meats. So, there was that too, but she digressed as the light in her eyes began to fade into the surrounding blurring darkness that was her own mind. Only in this state, which was very much like being half asleep, did some words manage to get through to her while the others were quickly forgotten. Geez, did anyone really understand what it meant to be drunk, or let alone being plastered already?

She shrugged constantly as her legs wobbled back and forth. It was a struggle to really line everything up to where, to how they should be. How things should be. How things should be? Only then was what she once thought of being normal. A family, friends, no fear of what the future had to hold for them all. Even when it was all taken from her, despite that she had her brother. Terris was a rugged sort of guy, but he always meant well. Nothing was going to be easy. That was the lesson that he wanted to teach her. And although it was rough, they always had a laugh about it later. But even that was taken from her. He vanished without a trace; as if he never existed to begin with. She didn't have anything left but her rage, her hate.......... her anger.

"I don't have a home." she replied. "No one waiting at home. No place to go to. No place to call a home. So, I just linger around, do a few jobs, and just do me." Her patched face turned to the man. "I don't have a place to go to, so I do whatever I want, and whenever I want. If anything, I just go to a hotel for a night and just sleep it off until the morning. After that, rinse and repeat." she confessed. This was how Ashisu got around doing her life. She kept herself on the move without sticking to a single place for long. It kept them off of her trail if there ever was one; if they were continuously looking for her. "You have your answer, so I'm just going to sleep at the park then hit the bathhouse in the morning." She was definitely tipsy, but that was nothing that she wasn't use to. Picking herself up slowly, she saluted humorously to Abaddon before heading to the door. This was her life, and Hell as if it was going to be changing.

[Abaddon]

He let out a sigh and then looked at the girl that he had been sharing a few drinks with her. Finding out that she had no place to call home was honestly not the way he wanted to end this night. It made things a bit more complicated. There wasn't a way for him to simply just get a cab to take her home. Well then if this was the case then what he had to do was at the very least get her a decent hotel for the night. He stood up from the bar and walked over to her shaking his head all the while knowing that he would be spending more than he had hoped to today, but to actually offer her a safe night was worth it.

"You're not going to sleep in the park tonight I'll pay for a room for you and just you tonight ok. So come on, let's get you to someplace where you can actually rest without being attacked." Abaddon wouldn't take a no for this as an answer. He would drag her out of the bar and towards a nearby hotel that he would pay for and give her the key for. "Listen , just stay here for the night so I can rest easy knowing that you aren't going to be attacked in the middle of the night. Afterwards tomorrow, go check out Uzaki enterprise, they help people like us. Go and try to talk with Yoko, I trust her in that organization and she might be able to help you find a steady job."

With that done Abaddon would leave a card of UE that he had gotten from the main lobby while he had waited for Yoko to talk with him. At last he was content with her being able to rest safely and he wasn't going to have to worry about reading in the papers that some random woman was attacked at night while sleeping in the park. With the hotel out of the way and no one around him he had a garganta opened for him and he stepped back into his own home. He sat down in a chair that he had in his room and simply started to read the books that he had gotten in this outing. He stopped half way through the book to note something in his little black book that he carried. Simply writting down her name as well as a description of her in his book. As well as a note to check up on her later on.

[Johnwaluigi]

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590 CTP to Ashisu

295 CTP + 145 SP to Abaddon