Bloodsucker vs The Star Child (closed Training nadezhda)

[Abaddon]

Hungary a country with such a rich past and history behind it and so close to Germany. Abaddon had been meaning to venture to this land in the last few years, yet something always seemed to come up. Be it meeting a Captain of the shingami, or a fellow free quincy in Karakura town there always seemed to be something happening that distracted him for a few days or so. Yet nothing of that stopped him today to venture to this country, most importantly him ending up in Budapest. It was so nice to wander the city in the winter. The crisp air hitting his face and small snowflakes dropping as he walked from bookstore to bookstore, looking for rare and interesting books.

In his venture to new bookstores he came across a small cafe in the middle of town with a fireplace in it to warm it's guests as they watched the city move and be alive. By this time he had gotten several books, many of them old and rare editions that couldn't be found in modern bookstores. It seemed as if this place would be good to stop and rest in. The idea of drinking a warm cup of tea or coffee while reading one of the books was enticing. After all the main reason he was collecting these books was to read them. In the time that he had been alive printed paper was very costly and only the nobles could afford it, now everyone had access to this sort of knowledge and Abaddon took every measure to take advantage of it.

Walking into the cafe he chose a seat nearby the window adjacent to the fireplace. The cafe was warmer than the streets, but it was still nice to sit next to an open flame. There was nothing quite like the feeling of warmth coming from burning wood, it reminded him of a much simpler time in his life, a time that while clouded by lost memories he knew he was happy. Only the natural warmth of a wood burning fire could bring back those memories. Memories he assumed had to do with celebrations of that time of the year, yet he couldn't exactly place what they were called or what he did with his family. Being as old as he was, sometimes memories faded away into nothingness something that drove fear into Abaddon's heart. He knew it was coming, the day that he would eventually forget everything about his past and only remember what he did as a hollow.

As he lost himself in his own thought he didn't even notice as someone came by and dropped off the cup of coffee that he had ordered, along with a pastry. It was only the smell of the coffee that brought him back to reality and the realization that he had been lost in his own little world when the coffee had been brought. After taking a sip of the warm coffee and a bite of the pastry he slowly looked through the books he had bought deciding which one he would read for a while as he relaxed by the fire. Totally unaware that in this city there was someone who would derail his day, yet meeting them would prove to be a good thing for the both of them. 

(CTP training)

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

Training for CTP

Jingle. Jingle. The sound of delicate metals could be heard brushing up against one another, the speed of the clanking increasing by the second. The sound abruptly stopped as a girl with silky, chocolate hair attempted to remain concealed within an alleyway. Nadezhda peered down at her wrists as her tiny fingers gently caressed the luxurious jewlery. Her eyes sparkled with a similar luster as the jewels embedded in the bracelets. She removed a ring from her finger and brought it close to her face. She tapped the ring against a nearby brick wall before placing it back on her finger. She giggled softly as she admired the jewelery with a satisfied smile.

No matter the century, her sticky fingers managed to plunder wealthy pockets. They didn’t need all that material stuff. They simply didn’t appreciate it the way she did. The admiration of her newest treasures was interrupted by the growling of her stomach. She had not eaten in a while. Not since the maid roughly two home earlier. It was unlike her to go so long without a meal, but she had been busy. She rubbed her stomach and peered down the alleyway. She lifted the hood of her jacket over her head and casually strolled down the street. Her tiny feet tapped against the hard pavement as she seemingly wobbled back and forth. She was always in character, which made it all the more difficult to discredit.

She peered through the windows of numerous stores and restaurants as the eyes of pedestrians looked her up and down. A woman stopped directly in front of her and looked down at her orchid-colored eyes. Her eye widened as the woman examined her closely. “Where are your parents?” She asked. She gave the woman an innocently quizzical gaze before stepping off to the side. She began walking away, ignoring the woman as she called out to her. She would a good judge of character and that woman reeked of foul intent. Nothing good would have come from talking to her.

Nadezhda was immediately captivated by an enticing aroma. She could smell the apricot kolaches and the raspberry roulade. She dug around in her pockets, her fingers sifting through the various money in her pockets. Times had changed considerably and with it so had the money. She had become acclimated to this but had to be wary. It would look odd for a child to be carrying around so much money. There were simply too many people and the space was too confined to steal what she desired in the store. That and they kept them in glass boxes, which kept people like her from swiping them. She gazed through the window before pressing her face against the glass. She pursed her lips as her eyes scanned the room.

Her face further squished against the glass as she stood on the tips of her toes. Her tongue partially emerged from her mouth. She smacked her lips a couple times as her eyes narrowed. She stepped away from the glass and entered the cafe now that all patrons were staring from her earlier behavior. She passed by Abaddon's table and made her way to the counter. She pointed to the pastries she desired as the woman attempted to have her verbalize what she desired. She tapped on the glass a couple more times, gazing up at the women. “Kolaches and Roulade.” She said sheepishly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out some money, setting it on the counter. “Would you like a beverage?”

She stared at the woman before pointing to some juice. “Ah, wise choice.” The woman replied as she shot her a concerning glance. Nadezhda picked-up her items and carried them to a nearby table. She stared into the fire as it danced. Her eyes lit up, illuminated by the roaring fire. She removed her coat, revealing a petite red dress. She bit into the pasty, savoring each second. She glanced over at Abaddon from her periphery, as she held her food close to her. She stared around at the many people in the restaurant. The food was delicious, but souls were equally so. She wouldn’t normally find herself dining in a cafe, but what better way to see people up close. She glanced more closely at Abaddon as she nibbled on her pastry. She delivered a sweet, innocent smile as the fruit from her pastry fell onto the table. 

[Abaddon]

It seemed as if the quiet relaxing cafe that he had selected to read his book in would quickly become noisy and rather busy with the introduction with a single little girl. At first he noticed her when a few guests started to make noise about how there was a little girl with her face pressed up against the glass door. It was a rather strange sight to see someone letting their child simply walk up to a store and do something like that. It left a rather sour taste in his mind as far as parenting went given that it clearly showed a lack of caring. Honestly he was waiting for her parent to come and drag her away from the shop so it could get back to normal. Yet it seemed that, her parents wouldn't come and drag her away from the store.

Instead of the girl's parents coming to dragging her away the girl walked into the cafe and started to stare at the pastries and pointed at what she wanted. By this point Abaddon was about ready to ask who's child this was, but it wasn't his place and he remembered that it wasn't so he would leave it be. Getting back to his book he continued to read as he sipped a bit of his tea. By this point the little girl had sat down and was staring at him. Given that he had engrossed himself back into the book it wasn't till he asked for a second cup of tea that he noticed her gaze at him.

At first he simply thought what a rude child and went back to reading, but when the waitress brought over his second cup of tea he saw that she was still looking at him. It came off as odd and misplaced. From behind his book he continued to look at her and see what exactly was going on with this little girl. Something seemed off, he couldn't exactly tell why, but she didn't seem normal, well not as normal as the regular human folk. The way she moved about and acted seemed off, but he wasn't exactly sure as to what it was. A nagging feeling in the back of his mind kept bothering him and then suddenly it dawned on him.

It was a very simple thing, but something that had been off this entire time. The way she was acting was rather odd. As far as he knew most kids around her age wouldn't be this calm in a busy town like this without their parents, but it seemed as if she was perfectly ok without them. Not a look of worry was across her face as he looked on. He motioned to the waitress and simply asked her if she knew that child or if she was a regular here. The answer he got was no, which gave him no information about this girl. Without anything else to go on he simply ordered another one of what she had gotten and brought it over to her sitting down and simply asking with a smile across his face. “Where are your parents?”

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

Nadezhda tingled as her teeth sank into the soft dough of the pastry. Tearing the flaky skin of the pastry, she glanced from her periphery as Abaddon approached her. As she hunched over in the chair, her hair shielding the sides of her face, she anchored her gaze in the roaring fire. The glint from the fire danced across her pupils as an unspoken process sent her mind back to baseline. The innocence and playfulness came flooding back into her consciousness, overriding her more feral nature. She could feel her body loosening and her expression immediately softening.

She immediately spotted the pastry he had brought as a gesture of good will. He wanted something. She knew this. “Where are your parents?” Nadezhda’s arm darted to the side and clutched the pasty. Her fingers pressed into the pastry, the oils and filling pressing against her skin. She pulled it toward her and wildly gnawed away at the delicacy. It wasn’t the most original question. She had heard it many times before. The sight of a lone child, despite high rates of homelessness, was simply unacceptable. Her presence prompted a variety of reactions. Some found themselves agasp while others simply wanted to shield their eyes as doing so mitigated any sense of guilt or responsibility.

There were others who succumb to their guilt and tried desperately to seek her out, offering her housing and food. She was fortunate to have the appearance of a child as it was naturally disarming. It was a rarity to be confronted with the darker side of humanity. Truthfully, she welcomed the darkness. There is nothing more unsettling for someone in the shadows to peer into darkness that completely swallows their own. A startling and painful realization, but one she enjoyed. Despite this proclivity, she remained vigilant in her appearance and behavior. Turning her head slightly, her sloe-eyed gaze momentarily locking onto Abaddon.

Without much hesitation she simply and casually stated, “Dead.” She was brief, but the quality of her tone possessed a child-like innocence. Without concern for her surroundings, she loudly sucked on her fingers in an attempt to get every morsel of the treat. She then began drinking the beverage before letting out a huge sigh of satisfaction. She grinned widely, bearing her teeth, before directing her attention to Abaddon. “Thank you, mr!” She said cutely. “You eat some treats, too?” She asked as she further licked her fingers. She didn’t take her eyes off him while she loudly smacked her lips.

“So many treats!” She shouted playfully. “There are, ehm, apricot and cherry and, uhm, strawberry and blueberry.” Her tone and physical gestures were charmingly child-like and dramatic. She used her jam-covered fingers to count the many fillings, as though the stranger cared to listen. Such a thing wasn’t even on her mind. “...and ugh...and ugh...uhm…” She tapped her forehead playfully as a strained expression colored her face. She suddenly opened her eyes widely and rubbed her belly for a moment. She puckered her lips and squinted her eyes tightly. She abruptly released a faint burp before laughing hysterically at herself. Giggling wildly, she scooted back in the chair and hopped off.

Nadezhda’s mind was moving a mile a minute and her attention was easily pulled in different directions. “Do you play games?” She asked suddenly. “I play games. Lots of games. Good games. Games I learned here. Games I learned there. Games you probby haven’t heard of.” Her pitch climbing as she ended her sentence. She tapped her chin for a moment before grabbing the carton of milk and chugging the remaining amount. She tilted her head and patted Abaddon on the shoulder, giving him a toothy smile. “You a papa?” She asked randomly. “I bet you a papa. Papas buy treats you know. Yep.” She stated casually as she began walking toward the exit. She tripped, falling forward. Everyone stopped and stared, but she simply rolled over a chuckled. She didn’t care what anyone thought. It was simply for him anyhow. “My feets are so goofy. They flop and flop and then BAM!” She shouted at the end of her sentence. “I fall.” She giggled before reaching out to Abaddon to grab her hand and lift her from the ground.

[Abaddon]

Abaddon kept the soft smile across his face as he listend to the answer that the little girl gave him about where her parents were. The way she both said it and the actual answer it's self seemed off. There was something wrong with this little girl if she could so casually mention that her parents were dead. It seemed very strange and off putting to say the least, however it did lead to many more questions to be had. Primary who was taking care of this little girl if her parents were dead? Given her clothing and her actually having money that she wasn't homeless yet there wasn't a guardian around to take care of her, it all felt off.

So many questions he had to ask, yet before he could she started to prattle on about things. He didn't bother interrupting her, given that his own experience with his own son so long ago he knew better than to try to interrupt to ask questions. Not only would it prove useless but also waste time and effort that could better be used else ware. As such he simply smiled and nodded as she continued to list off things that was till she asked him a very specific question.

Was he a father or in her words was he a daddy. The answer was simple, but it made him think for a bit. Think back to the time he was first alive, the time where he met his wife and they had a wonderful child together. Where he had a chance for a normal life, but lost it all do to the greed and lust of another man. It had been so long since he had even thought of his son that it didn't even occur to him that in all this time he hadn't even properly said goodbye to his child and wife. He hadn't taken the time to mourn them.

Once more before he could answer it seemed that the little girl started up and walked away, it didn't take too long before she slipped and fell down onto the ground. He was about to see if she was ok but it seemed that she was fine and wanted to take his hand reaching out to grab it. Letting out a soft sigh he simply stood up, towering over her and most of the other folks in the cafe. He placed a hand on her forehead to keep her from walking out of the cafe. “Hold on there, you can't just leave your coat behind like this, you'll catch a cold.” He grabbed her coat that was still on the back of her chair placing it on her and making sure that it was closed. His own would be grabbed shortly their after. His hand softly held onto her's as he would lead her out of the cafe.

“Yes, I was a father long ago, back in the sixth century. I had a wonderful little boy and a loving wife, but that was so long ago.” He looked down at her, carefully looking at her face trying to see what she would do or say after that. Abaddon didn't think much about saying exactly how old he was, given that if this little girl was a normal little girl he assumed that she wouldn't know exactly how long ago the sixth century was and if she wasn't the look across her face should tell him all, or at least he hoped that it would do so, there were so many different types of people out there that he wasn't sure if this would work.

“Well my dear, my name is Abaddon, and you are?” After all of this Abaddon didn't even know this girl's name nor where exactly they should go from here. It wasn't as if he was expecting to run into with a little girl that needed his help on this trip. He was simply trying to go and buy some rare books and enjoy a bit of the cold weather, not be a father. Honestly it seemed that every time he tried to go and buy books something happened to keep him from enjoying them fully. Once it was a captain, another time he ran into a very drunk quincy, then there was the time with the bount in England, that was a very interesting interaction. “Where is home?” If he wasn't sure as to where to go at the very least dropping her off at her home would be a good start and end.

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

I guess he's noticed something most others do not. Clever, man. Nadezhda thought to herself before giggling. She glanced over at Abaddon meekly, her doe-eyed gaze connecting with his. "You look old so he must be big and strong now. I'm gonna be big and strong someday." She said grabbing her coat ungracefully with her right had. She seemed to wobble in place, as though her balance was askew. She quickly slid her arms in the sleeve of the coat as she babbled nonsensically. "When I get big i'm gonna, ehm..." She paused for a moment as she dipped her hand in her pockets. She pulled out some rocks and coins and stared at them curiously. 

...my name is Abaddon, and you are? She shoved the contents of her pocket back into her coat before staring quizzically at Abaddon. Where is your home? "Me?" She asked before adopting a more serious face. "Aba-Aba. Abughhh...don." She repeated his name in fragments, overly emphasizing some syllables over others. She squinted her eyes, a strained expression layering her face. "Abadaba!" She shouted suddenly and excitedly "Abadaba, my name is Nadezhda, nice to meet you!" She pulled her left hand from her other pocket and grabbed his. Her tiny hand delicately shook his, which is when he'd notice a gooey, sticky substance was transferred from her hand to his. At some point she had put honey packets in her pockets and some of them leaked. 

She withdraw her hand, threads of honey continuing to link them. She let out a childish laugh, her lips sputtering like a brewing tea kettle. Clearly she found the situation humorous, whether he would was unclear. She quickly wiped her hand on the coat of a nearby woman and dashed out the door. "C'mon!" She shouted. "Let's play!" She successfully avoided his question with her antics, of which seemed to flow naturally without much force. She leapt into the street as she tugged on his coat. "Come on!" She released his coat and ventured down the street, spinning wildly in circles and landing carelessly in puddles strewn upon the ground. She began humming a strange song just before turning and gesturing for him to follow.

She ventured down the busy streets before stopping abruptly. "Kittttyyyy!" She shouted excitedly before tapping her feet into the ground. She lunged at the cat, scooping it into her arms and rubbing her face against his. "So soft and cuddly. I love you already." The cat didn't seem to care, but she was drawing a considerable amount of attention. She didn't care, not here. She turned and showed the feline to Abaddon. "Abadaba! Look! I think I'll name him Bedburg." She said casually as she caressed his had. She looked at the cat, her back to Abaddon and smiled satisfyingly. She had just put out a small clue, but one he likely wouldn't notice. She wasn't playing fair, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Revealing her true nature wasn't safe. There was so much about the world she did not yet understand. She had only recently become acquainted with the modernizations of this century, a far cry from when she was fist born. She wanted to make more friends, but people simply could not be trusted. Much like her, so much lied beneath the surface and intentions could be easily colored by fake words. There was something about Abaddon that seemed innocent and nonthreatening. "You want to see where I live?" She said softly as she brushed her new pet. "Follow me." She led Abaddon into the woods, beyond the bustling city. They approached a run-down cottage positioned conveniently behind dense brush. 

"Here!" She said before sliding the cat through a  window. She hopped up and crawled through the window, her feet wiggling and dangling on the other end. She suddenly slipped through, which was then followed by a loud thud. Metal clanking choreographed each step before the door creaked open slightly. "Get in here Abadaba!" She said playfully as she sat on a dusty, worn-out piece of furniture, her new pet sitting patiently in her lap. "We gotta get you some food. Lots of food. You don't like apricot, huh? Nope." She glanced toward the door. "Like it?" She asked. "So cozy, but we need a fire. Do you know how to build a fire? Did you teach your boy?"

[Abaddon]

Her not being able to say his name and what she said instead was rather adorable. He wasn't about to correct her for the moment as he simply assumed that she was just a child as she didn't react to him saying how old he was. So he simply was dealing with a rather strange child with very odd quarks for a kid, at least in terms of the ones he has dealt with. Her name was rather interesting as well Nadezhda, it was a bit peculiar to him that she was able to say her name so easily while his gave her trouble, but maybe that was due to her needing to know her own name.

While he tried to get her to lead him to her home so he could safely bring her home it seemed that she had other plans. She wanted to play and lead him down some strange streets, honestly this wasn't the way he wanted to spend his day here, but if he had to do so then he would only to get her safely to her actual home after she got tired of messing around and playing in the streets. For the most part she wasn't doing anything too bad. Then it happened, as he was following her watching her antics she came across a cat.

Oh how he felt sorry for that poor thing and the fact that she was manhandling the poor creature. Though he wanted to take it away from her and let it be free he knew very well that doing so would make Nadezhda so upset. While he kept a soft smile when she showed him the kitten he really wanted to let that poor thing go. Tho the name that she gave him was a bit interesting, Bedburg. That name had a bit of meaning in mythos, but more than that to draw that name for a kitten was rather strange given how far away that town was from here and how obscure that story was compared to others.

Something was going on, yet he wanted to know more as to why this kid was being so odd. When she finally mentioned that if he wanted to see where she lived he agreed and followed without question, however he was a bit put off as he continued walking towards the woods. Was her home really this way in the woods? The longer he walked with her the more he questioned where she was leading him. Upon finally seeing the home he had a feeling that she was pulling his leg as no one could actually live in such a place. “You don't really meant to tell me that you live here?” He was baffled by this, more so how she found such a place rather more so than her bringing him to it.

Watching and waiting for Nadezhda to do something he saw her go through a broken window and into the house. Letting out a soft sigh he tried the front door and when it wouldn't work he forced the lock open with his strength, breaking it. He assumed that the home wasn't actually being lived in. He was about ready to take her out of there when she started to talk about feeding the kitten as well as if he ever thought his child to make a fire. “ I did long ago, but Nadezhda dear we shouldn't be here it isn't safe to stay in an abandoned home that and Bedburg needs to eat something besides apricots.”

Waiting for a moment he took another deep breath before looking around once more. “Nadezhda dear how did you find this place? This doesn't seem like a home for someone like you?” He moved closer to her holding out his hand to try and take her away from such a dreary and awful place that this was, hoping a bit that she will drop the kitten so it can get back to being free as it was meant to be. “Come Nadezhda let's go to your real home huh” He gave a soft smile and waited to see what she would say and do.

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

Nadezhda gently stroked Bedburg as she listened intently to Abaddon. It had become clear from the tone of his voice that her living conditions had both shocked him and caused some distress. Honestly, she didn't think much of it. She had a number of places that served as refuge and storage for the copious items she collected throughout her travels. She wasn't about to abandon this location simply because he said so. If he were to make a more lucrative offer she would certainly consider it. 

She wasn't above bribery. In fact, a near hedonistic quality served as her compass. The centuries have been spent satisfying her every desire, as rapidly fluctuating as they may be. She indulged her impulses and satiated cravings without reservation or remorse. She had lived her days by operating from a paradigm of pursuits and self-indulgence. She made sure the luxuries she admired were readily available. The typical luxuries of the world were not always of interest. Living in a finely manicured home with lavish furnishings was not a necessity. 

While she could understand his shock, likely a result of an apparent child living in perceived squalor, she couldn't relate. Once the location could no longer serve its function she would simply move to another, if she had not already due to an increasing need to be on the move and remain active. ...we shouldn't be here it isn't safe to stay in an abandoned home that and Bedburg needs to eat something besides apricots. She glanced in his direction as she placed the feline on a nearby couch. 

She pressed her lips together before letting out a childish laugh. "Silly Abbadaba." She responded gleefully. "Kitties don't like apricots, I do! I'm no kitty! Bedburg is a kitty!" She giggled further as she ventured to a crate full of miscellaneous items. She began sifting through the items, leaning over the edge of the crate, her body spilling over the side. Come Nadezhda let's go to your real home, huh? Her legs dangled as she continued to dig. She eventually pulled out a large bear trap. She adopted a toothy grin as she extended her hands, as if to hand him the trap.

She inched toward him, shaking her hands slightly as a gesture for him to take the trap from her hands. "I can catch big stuff like this. Once it is in there you just bonk it on the head with a big old rock!" Her voice rose enthusiastically at the end, using her hands to mime slamming a rock into the prey's head. Little did Abaddon know that she was not talking about catching large, wild animals. She would catch humans with such traps and feed portions of them to her pets. Of course not before she indulged herself by taking a few generous bites. Preferably while they were still alive and the blood was fresh. 

Before he could grab the trap she dropped it on the floor and sprinted back to the crate. She began digging once more. Her muffled voice could be heard from inside the crate. "I got more stuff in here. Big stuff. Small stuff. Old stuff. New stuff. STUFF!" She shouted as she pressed her feet against the crate and roughly flew out, landing on her behind. She scrunched her face as she got up, rubbing her behind. "Ouch." She uttered before her eyes opened widely. "This is a tiny trap. This catches stuff too." 

She stared at the trap as she yanked on the wire, pulling it back before it snapped shut, catching her off guard. She blinked quickly and jumped before tossing it to the side. "So you want to adopt me?" She sad abruptly. "I come live with you? Bedburg, too?" She questioned innocently. She sprinted across the room, leaning down next to the couch to pet the cat. "Bedburg doesn't mind moving. But where do you live? Here? Or, uhm...." She paused for a moment as she tapped her her nose in an effort to think of other places. She laughed. "Do I get my own room, too!" 

[Abaddon]

The smile that he had for her slowly started to fade a bit as he saw her grab a large bear trap and talk about how she used it to catch prey. Given the way she spoke about how she did it, it seemed that she wasn't lying. Now he knew that she wasn't a normal little girl and that this place he assumed was somewhere in the woods that she simply played in was her real home. This brought about something that he didn't really want to imagine, her living in a place like this for the rest of her life, one that he assumed would be short lived due to the horrid living conditions.

Lost in his own thoughts he didn't really pay enough attention to what she was saying or doing till she asked if he wanted to adopt her. He was brought out of his mind and back to the reality of the situation. She went on saying she wouldn't mind moving nor would the kitten followed by asking where he lived. While he wasn't exactly against the idea of raising a child, that chapter in his life was long past and he wasn't exactly about to reopen it. Nothing would replace his own child nor was he looking to do so, so sadly he would have to tell her no.

Besides that there was one glaring issue about him even thinking of adopting her, where he lived. While it wasn't a horrible place to live it wasn't the place to raise a child much less one that wasn't spiritually aware. Even if he wanted to bring her there he had no way of knowing for sure if she could even live there or if the spiritual pressure would crush her body ending her life instantly. So sadly he couldn't take her with him. While he had a feeling that she really couldn't understand his reasons he still had to answer her.

Leaning over so that he was face to face with her he shook his head at her last questions. He slowly started to speak to her to make sure she would understand what he meant and why he couldn't take care of her. “I'm sorry Nadezhda you can't adopt you or bedburg. My home isn't a place for little ones, I'm never around so I couldn't take care of you Nadezhda. However I can help you find a good home and I will try to visit you when I can.” He smiled as he stood up and patted her head softly with his hand before stepping towards where the kitten was ready to grab it so that the three of them could walk out of this dingy little home.

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

Nadezhda giggled as she peered out the window's cracked glass. As she gazed out the window she couldn't help but derive some satisfaction from this interaction. Her ability to project an innocent persona aided her greatly and even those attempting to procure more clue to her identity couldn't bypass her defenses. It made sense. She had spent centuries crafting and perfecting her persona. She did not entirely trust him, but was certain he was not threat. He would have acted by now if he was. 

His earlier remark did not go unnoticed. It was such a simple trap and easily avoided. A part of her wondered what he was and if he was like her. He wasn't a hollow. He didn't look like a soul reaper. She wondered what he was, knowing he was not purely mortal. She glanced back at him as she fiddled with an item she pulled from the chest. "Where do you live?" She asked succinctly. Her demeanor became more serious as she dropped the item and walked past him. "If where you live is not suitable for children or you're never around, it makes me wonder where you live." Her tone and diction had completely shifted. 

"Is there a war raging? Maybe you're not a good caretaker, which might explain why you haven't sired a child since your last." She looked at him and smiled as she scattered some items on the ground. "6th century, right?" She said as she bounced the ball against the ground and quickly scooped up some jacks. She caught the ball and continued speaking. "That is a long time ago. Older than even me, but you figured that even if you didn't get confirmation that I was older than I appear. Didn't stop you from searching. I guess my presence does tend to raise questions, but only from people like me. Humans don't really pay much attention. I'm just some homeless child running through the streets and nothing more. They're completely oblivious." 

She smiled as she grabbed some more jacks. "What's are you, Abbadabba?" She glanced over at him and delivered a sweet, innocent smile. Though it seemed despite her appearance she wasn't entirely clueless. There was a sweetness about her even when she changed her demeanor. She was no longer presenting as a child but a small adult. "I'm not really interested in being taken anywhere. I like it here. As long as the white faces don't show up. Unfortunately, I lost my means for protecting myself against those monsters." She said reluctantly. "Someday I hope to regain what I have lost." She stared at Abaddon. "Where were you planning on taking me when you thought I was but a mere child?"

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Both characters have earned 260 CTP.