Little Girl in the Park [JT, R, Closed]

[Eve Timor]

Timor chuckled a little at that and smiled as Nadezdha asked her if she thought they looked weak. "Look Kiddo, I'm.... well I WAS a 'lady of the night'" She used quotes, and she assumed that based on NAde's accent, she was probably old enough to know what she meant by that. "If you were to catch me on the job, I'm fairly sure you wouldn't think. 'Oh hey, I think that chick could shatter me with a glance'. I don't think you're weak kiddo. But there's all kinds of strong out there. And well, at least I myself. I wanna get as strong as I can get, ya know?" She paused, realizing that she had never actually told anyone about this.

"We well. I guess I kinda got selfish reasons about that. Long story which I won't get into. But the short and sweet of it is, you're never too strong to improve." She noted and got up to her feet, making her way over to Nade and frowning. She wanted to pat the kid on the head but well. Not with these claws of hers. She crouched down instead and furrowed her brows. She hated these goddamn hands. She held her hand up, and opened it up, exposing her palm and lightly patting the girl with the smooth glassy surface, her fingers fanned out to eliminate any chance of accidentally giving the girl a VERY short haircut.

Nade's "plan" for Vesta honestly did not factor in at all that the woman was a bount. But alas, Timor was very much unaware that this girl was a spiritual kinda being. So she simply decided not to say anything in response to NAde's plan. At the very least the kid had some level of craft to her. Which would certainly serve her in the future. Timor smiled a little at that as Affen promptly burst into a flurry of cinders, reforming as the jacket on her shooulders as she chuckled and nodded.

"Ehhh, any punk who gets in our way mostly. It's a real skeezy kinda town, so I just usually walk around and any dumbass who gets handsy I drink him. Admittedly I think you probably will deter most of that. So we COULD see about finding some hollows. Not the tastiest bunch, but they're just about everywhere around here." She pointed out. And she DID pause when the girl mentioned quincy.

She thought for a few long moments, rubbing her chin for a moment as she considered things for a bit. "Ya know. There IS this church I know of. Real fucky types. They like to visit people when there's been a death in the family. lots of talk about god, eternal life, even a buncha shpiel about raising the dead. And I remember seeing one of their priests fighting a hollow the other day. I was distracted, but Affen said they smelled like a Quincy." She mused.

She then grinned just a little at the girl. And a look of cruel menace crept along her features. IF there was one race she really didn't like, it was the quincy. She didn't lnow what it was. But something visceral inside her made her dislike them. Almost like some atrocity in the past had carved a scar of hatred into her race. Not only that, but there was even legend that a certain family of Quincy had a lot to do with demons. honestly it was a long time ago back when she had worked with Seisar (Not that she still didn't technically own the damn thing). But she remembered intel they'd gotten on them.

The Family had gone around rounding up sinner from the human world. Though for what end she had no idea. She assumed to keep as sex slaves or toejam collectors or some crazy shit. They had been filed away under 'extinct' anyway. But the detail still remained fresh in her mind. "Waddaya say? Wanna pay some priests a visit?" she asked calmly. She had always thought about it. But she had always told herself that they hadn't done anything wrong so far as she could tell. And that infringing cold in her soul that forced her into apathy kept her from being spurred into acting on her feelings of hatred.

But with Nade. Something about the girl made her feel alive. She felt some of that old hatred. That old joy she used to get when thinking about killing them. It was like nice, brisk wine coursing through her skull, smoothing over those reservations about unjust murder, and making the slaughtering of those holy fucks seem all the more appealing. Besides, the last church she'd scoped out has been full of death-deserving fuckbags hadn't it? She couldn't imagine these weirdo quincy in white were any better.

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

Nadezhda smiled coyly before she threw a couple candies in her mouth. Despite her appearance, she had seen a lot in 400 years. She was not unaccustomed to seeing women of a certain social stature selling their bodies to support themselves. It was quite common and far less criminalized than it was in this century. Nadezhda did wonder why a woman like Timor would sell her body. Why degrading yourself when she could simply take everything she wanted. She wondered this as her eyes settled on those large claws.  

She could have anything she wanted as long as she had the courage to take it. Who was going to stop her? The police? She didn't think Shinigami would care about crime between humans. She could live in luxury and steal the finest jewels, but instead she limits herself to this run down apartment complex. Nadezhda wasn't really one to judge. It didn't interest her much. She had already developed an immediate fondness to Timor and would remain with her as long as she'd have her. Nadezhda was a bit of a wanderer, though. She rarely stayed one place for long. This was likely a habit developed in response to the eventual knock at the door by police or concerned neighbors following the residents' long absence. 

"Women who braved the dark alleys and dimly lit parks didn't tend to last very long, especially during that period in England." Nadezhda snickered as if she knew more than she was letting on. She crunched on her candy as she spoke. "I like getting strong." Crunch. Crunch. "I was strong a long time ago but then I lost all my strength from starvation. I entered a really, really long sleep and when I woke up my drive to feed and get stronger was even bigger than before." Nadezhda's expression dramatically shifted as Timor spoke. 

A disgusted expression formed on Nadezhda's face. The kind of tight lipped and narrow-eyed expression one might have upon smelling some soured milk or rotten meat. "Junkies." She responded with notable revulsion. "When you're desperate they do, but they not only smell bad but taste even worse. Their souls smell like rotting cabbage as though the crap they stuff in their bodies rots that too. But clergyman. Oh, they have a varied deliciousness to them. The wildest thing they consume is chocolate milk. So their bodies taste fresher and their souls, well, that varies, I guess. There are some who you'd think might taste good, but not so much. But if they're Quincy," she paused and licked her lips, "then they'll taste positively delicious. There is something about those people that just smells and tastes wonderful."

Nadezhda jumped to her feet, grabbed her lollipop, stuffed it in her bad, and fasted it on her back. "Okay. I'm ready!" She announced gleefully as she slider her fingers down the straps of her backpack. "How many people are we talkin'?" She asked as she skipped toward the door. She suddenly stopped and slid around quickly, her feet making a rubbing noise against the floors surface. "Like 20? 30? 40?! Eeeee!" She shouted ecstatically. "And just so we're clear....I'm not allowed to bring pieces back with me as snacks? Even if they keep them in the cold box they call a refrigerator? Arms are delicious midnight snacks." She said with a childlike grin. 

[Eve Timor]

Timor was no mindreader, but she definitely would have gotten a chuckle if Nade had expressed her curiosities. Though the girl's mention of women in England did pause for a moment. "Oh? I hear it was a Rippin-good time back then." She chuckled in response to what she assumed was a Jack reference. She watched the girl closely and nodded lightly. She herself had something of a situation like that. But well....there wasn't really a whole lot of point in going into that. For Nade it made sense to give a little exposition. But well...it was probably better off the girl didn't know about Timor's past.

"I admit it's been more of a recent drive for myself. Something something something demon powers, something something the slow inevitable heat-death of my emotions." She murmured softly, looking at her claws idly and flexing her fingers. Yes at some point she had been afraid of growing stronger thanks to that joy-supping effect her powers had on her psyche. But then Shinigami had started fucking kicking in her door. So that had ended.

She did take a moment to watcha s Nade got all excited about the idea of chomping quincy. She was a little surprised. Honestly maybe it was her demon side, but sucking down souls was always really good for her. Hollows. Humans. Anything with a pulsing core to it's being was something she loved drinking dry. Her claws flexed at the memory as shelooked out the window and Nade seemed positively chomping at the bit to sink her fangs into some of them. "Hmmm. Well I'd probably say around thirty per spot. They have a few bases around this place. Some kinda big movement. At least around Karakura. I've heard rumor they got places all over the damn country. So I figure we go one place at a time. Once we hit one or two, more will start showing up to each little visit." She noted with a light smirk.

She did delight at the idea of them trying to garner support to stop them one they found out they were being hunted. How many were there in total? She was a little excited. Almost like an escalating factor once they were galvanized enough. She looked to Nade thoughtfully. After they hit one or two, it might become dangerous. But thankfully the girl at least seemed able to use her doll. That meant that she should be fine, right? she certainly hoped as much.

"And no. Nothing to the house. Unless you wanna wrap it in a ton of ceran wrap and then chuck it in the freezer then it's not gonna happen." She noted calmly, making a very slight concession. Good lord, she hoped the girl didn't go all dexter on her. The last thing she needed was her landlord to show up and check her freezer or something. Hmmm, now that she thought about it. This little hole in the wall probably wouldn't last them forever. Sure it was inconspicuous and they could hang for a bit. But well...sooner or later, she would likely need to move them back to her real house.She was not looking forward to it.

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

Nadezhda skipped down the dimly lit path toward the isolated monastery. Even with her playful sprint and gleeful expression, if one looked closely enough they could spot a most peculiar sparkle in her eye. Hidden in the depths of her gaze, behind the spirit of a child, was a most monstrous impulse. Veiled by her delicate features and credulous disposition resided a thirst belonging to only the most heinous creatures. One would never expect a child to possess the qualities of a killer. It was this very belief that aided Nadezhda so well. No one was ever quite expecting what she had in store for them.

As she neared the surprisingly deserted monastery, she couldn't help but wonder how Timor was feeling. Nadezhda has sort of ruined their means of transportation. She was the one who insisted on riding in one of those yellow cars known as cabs, but halfway there she was not feeling the driver's attitude. Nadezhda touched her forehead, rubbing the location where he head smacked into the seat. She had sort of forgotten about the driver being necessary for driving the vehicle.

"It was instinct." She mumbled to herself as she addressed her own thoughts. She wondered if Timor was mad after having been in the car with her when it crashed and now having to walk the rest of the way. The way that creepy cab driver was addressing Timor prompted Nadezhda to take a large, sharpened stick from inside her backpack and jam it through the seat and through the driver's chest. The car, of course, immediately swerved off the road and struck the guard rail. "I promise no crashing from here on out!" She announced cutely as she skipped toward the monastery.

Upon arriving at the foot of the steps, Nadezhda took a deep breath. She placed her hands on her hips and stared confidently at the building. "Not everyone in there is Quincy." She said with a bizarre mixture of sweetness and menacing. "Ukaze se." She said before Koschei appeared beside her. "You have claws. You climb too!" She said before leaping onto Koschei's back. "Oh. It likely looks like i'm just floating in mid-air." She giggled as Koschei began speeding toward the side of the building. "Up, up and away!"

"I like the element of surprise. And we've gotten really good at sneaking around, more so than ever. Come on!" She said while gesturing for Timor to follow. Koschei delicately climbed up the side of the building until reaching the fourth floor. Koschei seemed to walk around the window like a crab before Nadezhda peeked inside. Nadezhda's narrowed as a slow smile crept across her lips. Koschei reached down and slowly opened the window. Nadezhda looked over at Timor and pretended to rest on her hands, indicating a sleeping resident. 

They crawled through the window and above the sleeping woman's bed. Koschei contorted her body and lowered Nadezhda toward the bed. Nadezhda's face hovered over the unaware woman, her eyes scanning her slumbering expression. Nadezhda then lightly blew on the woman's face, prompting her to open her eyes. The woman opened her eyes and nearly yelled from be startled, but Nadezhda gently  covered her mouth. "Shhh." She said softly. "This isn't a dream. I'm quite real." She said as the woman's eyes trembled. 

"You smell perfectly normal." She noted regrettably. "Are all the bedrooms on the fourth floor?" The woman shook her head. "Oh, third too?" The woman nodded. "Very good." Nadezhda gently landed and walked toward the foot of the bed. "Do you think I'm an angel?" The woman simply stared, her voice trapped behind fear and panic. "Really? Nothin' I half expected you to start stringing together a bunch of prayers. I guess you're too startled." Nadezhda smiled at the ceiling which prompted the woman to glance in that direction. Just then Koschei's visage appeared face-to-face with the woman as she cut her throat with a single stroke of her claw.  

As Nadezhda opened the door, an arrow soared above her head. Her eyes widened as she stared forward. The Quincy looked at her bewilderingly. "Were you expecting someone taller?" Nadezhda remarked sarcastically as Koschei slid past her and charged the Quincy. The female Quincy fired multiple arrows, but each were evaded by Koschei as she climbed onto the wall and onto the ceiling. Koschei reached down and grabbed the woman as Nadezhda bolted forward and stabbed the woman in the throat with a pair of scissors. "I'm still getting used to that speed boost thingy." She said with a giggle. "It is quite handy, though." 

[Eve Timor]

Timor honestly had something of a tired look on her face as she and Nade walked on. The....incident in the car had certainly been a bit of a surprise. She still wasn't sure what Nadezdha was. But she knew they were at lest mentally an adult. So what on earth was with that insande temper of hers? And over Timor no less? She was used to the inappropriate comments of those around her, but clearly Nade wasn't.

She was still a little sore from that little crash. All the same, they continued to walk on, listening a bit as Nade thought out loud beside her. "You always talk to yourself?" She asked with slightly furrowed brows. But she hardly sounded too judgemental, just a bit confused and curious if anything. Even as they soon arrived at the monastery itself. "Alright. Well do you wanna sneak in or...." She trailed off, watching as Nade summoned her doll and promptly leapt up onto the side of the building. "lWhy wouldn't you just..." But the girl was already scaling the place with her doll.

Timor blinked, sighing exhaustedly as the girl ran off. She really was like a kid in some ways. Well.... no that wasn't right. She knew plenty of adults like that. "I really think we could just walk right in.... but alright." She murmured and crouched, bracing her legs before she used that speed and strength of hers to LEAP! shooting up and into the air before landing with a slight waver on reishi platforms in the air. She really aught to teach Nade to air walk at some point.... Thoughts for later.

Following the clawmarks on the building, it wasn't hard to see that Nade had found her own way into the building. Should she work with them? She almost considered splitting up, and it was the first thing that came to mind. But....well... No she didn't wanna leave the girl alone. What if she got hurt? She peeked into the room just in time to see Nade promptly slaughtering someone. Though she could have swore she sensed two people in there. Maybe that was just her imagination. She hopped in through the window and looked around.

The place was massive enough as it were. The building extended quite a bit. They were in some kind of wing to the place itself. The whole place built like one big L. They were in the south wing, leaving the main building and the west wing. It seemed like Nade had dealt with all the threats in the room so far. The girl seemed like a very indulgent hunter. A couple arrows embedded in the wall told Timor that the girl hadn't been able to take them out without them attacking back.

"Well that's two." She murmured softly, opening up an ulcera and sticking her head and her upper body into it, using it to peek into the adjacent room. More beds... Four more of them. One of them was awake and alert. But they were looking around, confused. They had sensed the little scuffle, but they still seemed uncertain. She pulled her head back and licked her teeth. "Quincy are a bit on the weak side, generally. They usually don't put a lot of their skills into sensing things till they're more mature. We should be fine for now. You want me to stick with you, or do you want me to split off and just leave Affen with you?"

She waited for Nade to speak up before reporting what she'd seen in the other room. Or doing anything drastic like taking them out. She was going to play this carefully. At least until Nade decided to make some racket. With any luck they could probably take out most of them without even raising a fuss. ...Well for now. She could already sense a few spiritual pressures tensing off in the distance. Sensory types, hopefully. Better that than quincy mature enough to naturally develop those kinds of skills.

[Nadezhda Esterházy]

Nadezhda's slowly withdrew the scissors from the Quincy's neck as a wave of doubt passed over her face. This was a considerable afterthought, but maybe Timor had a point. Nadezhda's expression softened as she placed her fingers over her lips in a moment of possible regret. "Hmmm." She murmured as her eyes shifted from the Quincy's agonizing expression to Timor. "Yeah...I could have, but this was way more fun!" She said with a giggle. "Koschei has a lot of fun talents and sometimes you just gotta let her do her thing."

Nadezhda began to skip down the hall playfully before abruptly stopping. "No! You can't do that!" A pouty quality emerged from her tone in response to Timor. "I thought you said you wanted to see what I could do. That means you have to play alongside me otherwise you won't get to see it yourself." Nadezhda became increasingly insistent as she gestured for Timor to follow. It was becoming apparent Nadezhda wanted to enjoy this alongside Timor. This would have been a relatively new experience for Nadezhda as she never really had many friends.

Following the discovery of her powers she embarked on a solitary journey, which consisted mostly of wandering around Europe. She would wander from town to town, city to city with no clear objective other than satiating her uncontrollable impulses. She wasn't destined to meet another Bount for a number of centuries which made for few options when it came to friends. Those she met who had peculiar gifts were always attacking her and so she learned early on not to trust those around her.

She's now discovered someone much like her and unfazed by her proclivity for murder. It was kismet and so to have Timor suggest they conduct their hunts separately was out of the question. "No, no, no." She said as she ran over and grabbed Timor's arm, yanking her. "We do this together. It's more fun that way!" She said while smiling up at Timor. Suddenly an arrow zoomed toward Nadezhda before being caught by Koschei. Nadezhda's head turned slowly as she side-eyed the Quincy. "Can't you see we're having a moment?" She said angrily

Koschei then swiftly lunged toward the Quincy as her body began to glow. Upon grabbing the Quincy by the throat her hand began to burn through his flesh. The pressure placed upon his throat only allowed him to produce inconsistent groans. Nadezhda's eyes widened as she glared at Koschei. Koschei swiftly impaled the Quincy in an effort to silence him. "Sorry, Naze." Nadezhda looked over at Timor. "I suppose that means we're gonna have a lot more visitors." She then delivered a toothy grin at Timor. "Whoopsie. These things can get loud sometimes. We should do better at hiding next time, Koschei. But we need to show-off!" She said with a snort. 

[RayginX]

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