A Party for Death and Famine

Fatima's feelings towards the other horseman were complicated and confused, so much so that being near him was a decent distraction from her constant hunger. On the one hand, he had killed her entire family and now she was here in a strange place and she was an orphan. On the other hand that family had hurt her badly, more than she had ever even realised. And even just being here before they were killed had been eye-opening. Suddenly her aura was a fun thing and not a cause for fear. She could give in to all her urges with anyone she wanted without being forced to stay within the cult members. Suddenly - she didn't have to be one of the four horsemen who was going to end the world, and she could be just - a very hungry girl with powers.

She felt some sympathy for him too, knowing that he hadn't always known what he was and that his life had been turned upside down. Thinking back to the ritual that had been done on her when she got her other form, by people who were supposed to be family, she had a suspicion it had been very awful indeed. Not to mention, if she was so needy all the time, she couldn't imagine what needs a horseman of death might feel.

So even though they weren't exactly friends, they were kind of like bickering step-siblings who didn't quite get along but enjoyed teasing each other. And so she had accepted his invitation to the party. Besides Fatima just did not have the self-control to turn down an invitation from someone she didn't completely hate.

She grinned widely when they stepped in the door, basking in the rising hunger and excitement. Certainly not as intense as some of the parties she'd been to on this island, but enjoyable nonetheless. Her eyes were bright with her hunger, and she unconsciously licked her lips. Then she tilted her head at John, "So food first? Or should we go for a swim?"

((I'm going to assume you meant to say "Let's grab something to eat", not someone))

She glanced sideways at John's comment about eating twice. "You do realise, John, that I'm gonna be hungry all the time, whether I eat or not? Especially at a party. I mean, I do like free food, but none of my hungers will ever fade all the way. So - don't worry okay. I don't even technically need to eat all the time, I just want to." She liked the guy, but sometimes he could be a bit too - overprotective she guessed, or perhaps ashamed.

That said, she did want to eat. And was slightly anxious about going swimming with the guy. If he wasn't here, she'd probably just give in to the excitement and swim first, but she figured she'd accepted his invitation and probably shouldn't ditch him right away. So, "I actually do want food though..." She laughed a little. "Just relax a little. This is a party. Have fun!"

Then she looked at him again. She had to tease him, it was like her surrogate-sisterish duty to tease the other horseman. "Y'know - we're not going skinny dipping, right? ... Unless of course ... you want to?" Holding back giggles, she stuck her tongue out at him. Being the annoying little sister was fun!

Fatima was actually a little self-conscious just taking her clothes off in front of a boy who was practically her brother. Even if she did have a swimsuit on. It showed off her legs, and she had very long legs. She was admittedly a little self-conscious anyways, always sure that most people were only drawn to her because of the way she made them feel. But she couldn't let him see that. So she quickly ate the chips and pulled off her dress in one smooth motion. At least taking off her clothes was easy enough that she didn't really have to think about it.

When John took off his shirt - Fatima admittedly did admire him a bit, he wasn't actually her brother after all, and she had eyes. She frowned when she saw the scars though. She wasn't completely shocked about the scars being there, (after all the cult had done to her just training, not even counting the ritual to get access to her other form, she'd have been surprised if they hadn't hurt him just as bad or worse,) she was just surprised that whatever the cult had done had actually left scars. Even loss of limbs hadn't left a mark on her. Though most people would probably consider her to have mental scars.

Her tact left her momentarily, not that tact was something Fatima had in large quantities to begin with, and she just blurted out, "John! What in the world did they do to you? Don't you regenerate or something?!"

After learning that John didn't really regenerate, Fatima was now surprised by his brands for a completely different reason than she had been. Her powers had been active from birth, but the ritual to unlock her other form had been downright torture. She supposed that the cult must've been easier on John since he said he had been technically human earlier, and it made sense that they wouldn't cut off the horseman's limbs if they were planning to use him and he couldn't regenerate.

The fact that the brands didn't seem severe worried Fatima. There was so much more the cult could've done to him that wouldn't have left any visible markings. She had had quite a lot done to her, but that involved her Famine powers, she couldn't even imagine what they'd do to the horseman of Death.

She was not exactly eager to go away with John and discuss this, but she did feel she owed it to him a little. She hadn't been involved in the cult part of the cult, but they were her family. Well - they were probably even on that matter. Fatima wanted to know why exactly he had done what he did. She was still a little uncomfortable with him and maybe knowing the horror he had gone through would help. It was kind of nice to feel like she was not alone in this being hurt by the cult business, even though that was a horrible way to go about it.