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 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:45 pm
Amrita waited patiently until Petra came to collect her. That sweet smile never left her lips just like it never touched her eyes, and for once she was completely compliant for the raging b***h female Hunter. She was a guest here after all, and she wanted to know what was going on! Deryk could only answer so much, and perhaps away from the others might help things out a bit too.
The Vetala felt fairly docile, but there was still that bubbling seed of distrust and suspicion deep within her core; hopefully, Petra could put some answers to it. Or, at the very least, could tell her whether her suspicions were unfounded or not.
They headed towards the Abandoned Town for some fresh air, and once she felt the desolation of the place close in on her, she felt somewhat more at home. It made this easier
"What are you Hunters really up to?" She asked point blank, staring at the female who hated her down to her core.Quote: Amrita- Trust: 7% - Calm: 30% - Obedience: 35% - Approachability: 35% - Appearance: Basically this, only not smiling, missing the left half of her face (clear down to the bone), and with vines curling out from the stitches on her left wrist.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:21 pm
There was a certain amount of distrust in death-transfer's eyes as she allowed the undead girl from the observation room, meeting Amrita's with a cold distaste reserved exclusively for her least-favorite Amityville student. Make no mistake, she hated them all; it was almost unhealthy, the amount of hatred she felt for the abominations also referred to as beings of FEAR. It festered in the core of her being, acting as her motivation for every action she had made since she had come to the hunter's island. But there was a special place in her heart for Amrita. The undead girl was the embodiment of everything she feared and loathed about Halloweentown and the monsters which inhabited it. Stitched flesh, torn away to expose the raw, white skull beneath, the hollow blank eye; she was a corpse, the reminder that there was so much worse than death, the proof that something could feed not only off a human's FEAR, but could reanimate them long after they were gone. Or, as Amrita herself had proven, even if they weren't.
She would never forgive her for it. But then, Petra would never have forgiven her purely for being a monster.
The death trainee allowed the undead girl to dictate where they went, following on her right side, her eyes focused straight ahead but every so often flicking to Amrita analytically. When they were far enough away from the building, her captive spoke, and she answered without hesitation, the words rolling with a bitter twang off her tongue. "Ensuring the survival and protection of the human race," Petra answered blankly, albeit truthfully. She knew it probably wasn't what the other girl had meant, but she wasn't about to just give Amrita all the answers, certainly not without some effort. "Why did you ask for me?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:31 pm
"Jack, Petra...I have no interest in killing humans." Amrita scoffed, putting her backward hands on her hips. Sure she was out Hunter territory while about with the Hunter that hated her the most, but she was going to hold her ground on certain things. The first being that Petra, as always, was crazy. The answer she had gotten frustrated her; that didn't solve anything. In her mind, that wasn't even a proper response!
"Because you hate me." Amrita replied just as quickly, giving a shrug. The entire time she kept her distance, keeping several steps between the two of them, but keeping up a side-by-side pace regardless. She still didn't trust them, after all...especially not this one. "Why did you agree to come with me?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:49 pm
The death trainee made no move to respond to Amrita's protest, although she did train her eyes exclusively on the girl after that, interest laced with distrust in her gaze. To be honest, she wasn't quite disillusioned enough to think that all halloweentowners killed humans; she'd sat through enough hunter seminars to know that it was really their FEAR they wanted, and they fed off the terror instilled by their mere presence, and that their death was incidental. But this, in itself, was inexcusable to her. Her answer remained the same; the survival and protection of the human race included keeping monsters such as she from treating them like cattle.
Turning her eyes back to the path in front of them as Amrita asked another question, Petra replied in a similar fashion, unperturbed by the blunt accusation of her hatred. "Because I hate you," she echoed, her tone taking on an edge of nonchalance.
"Do you reciprocate?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 11:03 pm
"You're my least favourite Hunter, and I've been face-to-face with Caelius." Amrita said, figuring that would answer the question. "So you hate me." She started slowly, almost conversationally. "And...I-I'll admit I'm...r-really scared..." The Vetala let out how she felt, her show of being strong crumbling. She folded her arms across her stomach and held her elbows, showing the woman she hated most in her entire life just how much she had been trembling this whole time. "This isn't like you Hunters. You're being nice to us, but you still kidnapped us away. That tape talked about specimens and experimentations...and then all you do is talk to us? Take us for walks? It's suspicious. I...I want to believe you're nice, but...I can't help but think there's something wrong..." She was confused, so confused, and her voice trembled just enough to match her body.
"Why are you doing this to us, Petra...?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 11:25 pm
The mention of her division lead coaxed a slightly flat look from the hunter, although it was obvious it had less to do with Amrita's words than just the mention of the broody Death hunter himself. It was hard to say if anyone really liked Caelius; he certainly didn't endear himself to anyone, probably least of all the trainees. They probably disliked him almost as much as the students, although she didn't divulge this information to the undead girl. She probably knew, anyway; Amrita had likely been privy to more than one occasion where he'd ******** them over, including a) screaming at them in front of their captives, b) physically abusing them/bowling them over to get to his own target, and/or c) leaving them to fend for themselves in the midst of a battle.
This expression, however, faded completely as Amrita began to stutter a little. For once, Petra was surprised in the presence of the other girl, her eyebrows furrowing a little as she turned her head completely to face the undead student, bewilderment and distrust slipping through her disinterested facade. Amrita was... afraid? While this wasn't such a hard thing to believe, given the circumstances, the death transfer found it difficult to wrap her brain around the fact that she was telling her this at all. Fumbling for a second for an answer, she let her eyes flicker over the undead girl's expression searchingly, analytically, unable to keep the slightest bit of suspicion from her expression. As Amrita continued, however, Petra couldn't help but pause. This admission of everything she was feeling... the logic was sound. She couldn't help but feel that the student was telling the truth.
Which... only confused her further. For one, she wasn't sure how she felt about the other girl's fear. There was a part of her that felt a tinge of sympathy, feeling for the girl whom they had quite literally torn from her own world.
She tried very hard to squash that part.
Keeping her eyes trained on Amrita, Petra took a slow breath before speaking, as if forming her words in her head beforehand. "Most of us don't hate you with the same passion I do. Nor do they want to torture you. Merely stop you." It was obvious the 'you' in this instance wasn't a singular you. "Life division, in particular, tends to be far more accommodating, in the hopes of attaining information that may prove useful. A content subject leads to more accurate results."
As if to make up for this almost generous information, Petra's eyes turned cold again, expression darkening.
"I am doing this to you because this is what you did to us."
It was clear this, too, wasn't meant to be literal.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 11:47 pm
While Petra studied her, Amrita kept her gaze square on the ground in front of her. What was left of her face was contorted with fear; she didn't want the others to hurt, and she didn't want to die. They were what she associated with Hunters; Pain and Death. Being kidnapped away to their island didn't help, and this nice talk with some of the Hunters wasn't easing up months - no, years - of hard-learned lessons and difficulties.
Over the last year she had conditioned herself to be strong. She fought back tears when she wanted nothing more than to sob uncontrollably. She kept walking even when her limbs screamed and burned from lack of FEAR. She kept smiling, no matter how much she hurt. Yet there she was, openly showing how she really felt to the one person she hated most. That was just as painful as the feelings themselves, really.
Petra's answer this time around was more clear. It made more sense to her, why they were suddenly being so kind. Perhaps all along she had run into the more violent factions? That might have explained why Deryk had been nice to her since they met in the House. "So...if all they wanted was information and we complied...we can all go home once we're done?" She sounded hopeful; last ditch effort hopeful. Thankfully the next comment stole her attention. Even she could tell that it wasn't meant to be taken literally - indeed, it was Petra that made the first attack, despite Amrita's insisting on peace - but that only left one more question.
"What did we do to you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 12:21 am
Petra had gone silent. She knew, even as the words had left her lips, that she'd said too much. Not about Deus; it was no secret that the Life Division was a research division, nor that not all hunters shared her distaste for those composed exclusively of FEAR. She had said too much about herself. It was too personal, the information too close to emotions she had purposely kept dormant, releasing only in short bursts in the form of loathing and rage. It was the sort of information that the halloweentowners could use, the sort of information that could get you killed. Because whether Amrita wanted to face it or not, while hunters rarely killed anything more than shadowlings, so many hunters had been killed in the face of monsters.
Ignoring her first question, Petra stopped completely at the second. Right there on the sidewalk, the death trainee stared after the undead girl, mist quickly moving in to swirl around them, sifting through the gap between their bodies. For a brief second, she wanted to tell Amrita everything. About the shadows which had dragged her into the woods, clawing and licking her legs, tripping her, threatening to consume her completely. About the low laughter which had never quite left her after that, haunting her nightmares, til she had woken up screaming well into adulthood, Robert's gentle murmurings of sympathy and comfort the only thing that could chase the shadows away. About Jerry's mental breakdowns, his stuttering, his uncertain smile and the screams she had heard when the lights had gone out on his promotion mission.
Petra stared back at Amrita with a sudden fierce hatred, eyes gleaming icily.
"You reduced us all to what we are now."
And that, in a nutshell, was the root of it. But not all of it. Reaching into her pocket, Petra took out her cell phone, typing a message to Deryk even as she spoke. Because if she didn't, she might reveal just how much this next thing had scared her.
"You, in particular, nearly killed my husband."Blade Kuroda To: Deryk From: Petra Subject is fearful. Reassurance would be wise upon return.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 9:34 am
It took Amrita a few steps before she realized that Petra wasn't walking anymore. At first she looked over her shoulder, watching the curious expressions dance across the woman's features. Those were emotions she had never seen from her before, and they were over so quickly she wasn't even sure she had actually seen them. Any brief glimpse of vulnerability was iced right over, and she stared into the cold eyes she knew too well.
"We're not all bad." Amrita came to Halloween's defense. Well, her defense, really. "I heard the Humans have different races too...do they always persecute all of them for a couple bad ones?" This was the part she couldn't understand; everyone had their bad types, but you couldn't blame the whole of them for it, could you? When Petra turned it back on her, the ghoul's shoulders slumped. Yeah, she couldn't refute that one. Not at all.
"Yes...well...that." A backwards hand came up to scratch the back of her neck. "I felt...threatened. He was trying to kill me. I know you Hunters can kill us. I was there when you took down Red. All I was doing was protecting myself. That's the only reason I ever fight against you Hunters; to protect my friends first, myself second." She had gone back to holding herself, her hands gripping so tightly on her elbows the colour of her fingers distorted.
"I'm not going to apologize for trying to defend myself...but I will say I know how it feels to almost lose someone precious."
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 8:16 pm
She couldn't help it. Petra felt her hackles raising as Amrita tried to defend her actions, skirting the blame of almost killing her husband. Baring her teeth a little, the pale-haired girl had to make a conscious effort to relax, forcing her muscles to uncoil from beneath the white and gold hunter coat, her fingers unconsciously having lifted to grip the pentagram pendant resting in the hollow of her throat. It wouldn't be good to attack her now; the Life hunters clearly had use for the students, or they wouldn't have taken them hostage at all. This was for the greater good, for the ultimate obliteration of all Halloweentown. But there was a part of her, a small, irrational part fueled perhaps in part by Cain's voice whispering in her ear, that said they didn't need all the subjects. They could live without this one.
Rooting herself to that one spot on the sidewalk, Petra stared at the undead girl as she explained herself, steeling herself against that sad, afraid little form that stood in front of her, holding herself as if trying to use her own arms for comfort. It was easier, now, the thought of living life without Robert giving her the strength she needed to invoke the cruelty she believed they so deserved. Her body relaxed, cold indifference once again washing over her expression, finally allowing her to trust herself again in the presence of the student. Taking a few steps forward, she moved to stand back at her right again, allowing Amrita the freedom to keep walking, if she so desired.
"If I remember the incident you are referring to correctly, she attempted a dangerous pair-bonding with a weapon and was consumed. Not only was it her own doing, but she was attacking hunters and FEAR beings alike. You were attacking her as well."
Flicking her eyes to the girl, she gave her a long stare, her tone monotonous once more.
"You killed her just as surely as we did."
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