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Running was something she loved to do, and with miles of open space to do it in. Her hair was down, curls bouncing around her airy head while she kept her pace in the sand, sandals proving to be the shoe of choice while running on the beach, (Solia told herself blisters were fine, she'd just have to walk it off). Israfel seemed to enjoy the run as well, commenting on the birds she heard or the little wildflowers they passed. It was like having a running partner only she didn't need to worry about leaving them behind.

Oh, I think that is a gull! Gulls are nasty you know, always wanting to take your fish and then having no sense to poop on the rocks. They're really rude! They go anywhere and that's gross!
"Yeah, I didn't like gulls much, I really liked the hawks back home though, they were cool!"
Hawks? Oh well. If you're big enough to find them they're okay. They can be rude but really they just want to be left alone. Not very social.
She nodded, pausing to look at her watch. She still had a while to run, but did she run or go wander?
Oh oh! Why not run while wandering?
"Israfel that is the best."
Yes then you can do both at once!
A series of excited chirps and cheep bubbled up from the weapon. Yes. This was a good plan. She'd run back to the lighthouse, grab her tennis shoes, and run around the grounds.

Plan.
Was.
Flawless.

Lucky for Dakota, Solia was very much corruptible. She had spent her time on tumblr, been corrupted in many ways already, what was one other? She’d fallen prey to BBC Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Who crossovers after all, and that was all sorts of fandom betrayal according to several blogs.

Clueless to that she was being followed, the teen stopped for a moment to pick a flower, spinning it in her fingers. She didn’t know what it was, but it had lightly violet tinted petals.
Probably poison! You should keep it for trading!
Solia wasn’t sure if hunter trainees traded flowers or pokemon cards, but hey, you never knew.
Looking up, she saw the other hunter, smile quick to grace her features. “Hello~” She waved a hand at him. “Are you one of the guys they send out to um.. um.” She tapped her chin. “Oh right, do the watch things. Duty! Yeah!” She only had briefly been introduced to the subject.

How did he know? Well aside from the fact she was new. Did fresh the pod people have a look to them? Oh god did she have some kind of pod imprint on her that she just didn’t see? Wait, no, she brushed her teeth that morning and looked fine. She was fine.
Probably.

“oh A moon intermediate? So you’re still a trainee too?” She rocked on her feet, leaning towards him then back. “I’m Solia Delacroix, Death and yep! Nice a fresh from the pod like a sweet pea!”
Aw aw that is cute! You are a sweet pea Solia!
“Aw Israfel!” She had yet to master ‘mental talk’. Grabbing Dakota’s hand she gave it a shake, not waiting for him to even offer his hand. “But you’re in a band? As a dancer? I didn’t know the Island had a band! What music do you guys make?” Easily dragged in, the trainee was clearly going to believe anything Dakota told her.

He was her sempai after all.

“Wait so you won’t be a trainee much longer? Aughhh then doesn’t that mean I won’t be able to do trainee stuff with you? I mean, you’ll be my senior and once you move up.. I bet it would suck to move back down.” The negative didn’t last long however, as Solia perked herself right back up with a bounce. “That’ll just mean I guess I’ll have to visit when you have free time. You can teach me about moon things. Whatever it is you do.” Cute had her grinning, and inside, Israfel was giving little chirps.

“Oh wait, so you knew him? Isra?” She closed her eyes, and her weapon giggled.
Aw aw Solia you can look at him! I can talk eyes open or close remember? But um.. I don’t remember him! She could feel the siren’s smile none the less. “I’ve had him just a while. Why? Is it not normal for a weapon to pick someone? Goddddd. Israaaaa.” A light whine, the siren giggled a bit more.
“Oh god now he’s teasing me." She was blushing as the siren began a slathering of compliments. He was so nice. Nicer than the other guys she’d met so far.
“Aw aw, um, ******** I forgot your name, but, you can show me some dance move here. I managed to master gangnam style but I bet no one has even heard of it. You guys aren’t allowed tumblr. Which sucks.”

Training had her eyes wide and leaning into Dakota, very clearly wanting to take up the offer. "PLEASE. He's a long bow, and I'm about as good with it like 90 year old woman is with driving. It's like a horrible crash waiting to happen. Training. Yes. God ******** yes." Walking up the path she waited for him a bit. "Mermaid and doll? That sounds interesting though. As for tumblr.. it's a blog site. A fun one. Gungnam style is a song that got super popular due to the music video, and-"

She gave a bow as if it was something needed. "Nice to meet you Dakota! Now the question is, are you from the north or the south? Dunno about any stars raining down though."

Maybe that is his weapon's ability? I dunno. It's a nice name.
"Isra says it's a nice name. But where you from, what did you do before this- Sorry if all chatty this place is just kind of... overwhelming."

Solia was still oblivious to Dakota’s looks. At least she was until he said company for the night. Her face blanked out as he clarified but just-
Guys on the island were either really lonely, or she really was in some kind of actual Japanese anime.
Part of sure wasn’t sure if Dakota was being serious, but hey, he wanted a date? “That might be nice actually! I wouldn’t mind some training in exchange for a date. I got a tour thingy, but a date thing… not sure what there is to do but hey, beats me stuck in my room doing nothing! And Fog could be romantic. Just how you use it. ‘And the mists parted and there was-“ she looked at him, trying to remember his name, “Dakota, with a box of godiva chocolate, roses, and that box set of Doctor Who you were missing. Frank Sinatra also begins to play in the background.’” Dream date? Maybe. Or maybe she just really missed Doctor Who and was just spewing things at random. “Honestly don’t care what we do so long and it’s not ‘sit on our asses and hang out.’ That is not a date and whoever said it was? ********. Dumb.”

Huge tits and a doll- Solia cupped her own breasts before sighing. Why did guys always want the big boobs? She was petite, doomed to a life of tiny. Tall people, big boobs- the universe mocked her pain. Dark and milk chocolate got a snort. “Isn’t it more the filling that matters? Doesn’t matter is a chocolate is dark if it’s got something nasty in like hazelnut for filling.” She waved it off.

“Colorado- never been! I take it from the reserves and the name sake- You’re Native American?” She smiled. “Was it.. different dealing with the shadows and stuff? Culturally? Er sorry if I’m assuming too much. Um-“ Walking into her own social awkward wall of ‘oh god this is what those social justice blogs warned be about I am such a rude a*****e’.

She waved it off. She did not expect an island of Whovians after all. "TV show. And-" Again, boob cupping. "Small girl, small boobs. They're good in the sense I can wear cute bras but they need padding if I cosplay. Which is bane and blessing in itself." Browns eyes went to his hands. "And hands to yourself for now Mr. Milk Chocolate. Sure you have the stuffing to suit my tastes? I'm a complex girl with complex needs. One of them being strawberry and the other being caramel. Just saying you get me a box of those I might just die of happiness. God I miss chocolate." Whine whine, she was rambling.

Her hands going behind her back, she skipped up the path. "I... didn't deal with them. I told my folks and they just sent me to priests, like, the extremist ones. I thought they wanted me to be honest but in the end? Folks didn't know what to do with me, I freaked them out, so they sent me to boarding schools and hoped my 'curse' as they called it might fade. After a while, and I wasn't being sent to the more weird offshoots for 'purification as per parental 'requests', I sort of.. made my peace with what I could see. I met a really nice priest and sister who just... helped. Told me how to work around what I saw and to not be ashamed. I never hid that I could see the shadows, but, never made a point to talk about it."

A sigh, shoulders slumped. "What happened with you though? A fire sounds.. pretty serious. Did they.. hurt you? Actually you know-" Hesitation, she'd never experienced more than slight touches, "-attack?"

A nod. “Cosplay. A guilty pleasure, dressing up just to have some fun. Like.. Halloween only missing all the shadows.” Thank god. She never liked to see them at cons but… sometimes it happened. “Plus I just got to wear some cute stuff. Hard to pass that up. Anyway, I’m going to miss chocolate. The real thing I mean. I dunno why you wouldn’t have it though, given all the women. “ Kicking at a rock she shrugged when he mentioned her parents. “They coped in the only way they knew how and trusted. I found my own way. I- I guess after so long I just considered them more providers than family. It’s not a big deal the way I see it. Resentment came and left with puberty.”

Fun times.

At his story, Solia looked at him, and smiled. A hope over and she simply gave him a hug. “I know it might not mean much, but I’m glad you were able to make it out with your sister. To have done that, it’s rather brave.” Pulling away with a grin she tilted her head. “And I bet you’ll find the culprit sooner or later. Revenge might not be something I can agree with, but I understand it. It helps to bring closure. And it can at times help save others in the future, which is what we’re trying to do here anyway!”