Fight me! (Abu/Myth)

@"Abusa"


Emilie Kiden


After watching the odd interaction between the girl and the little boy in the building Emilie escaped to the towers. It hadn't been her intention of course but, she set off to put distance between herself and the pleasant scene and this was just where she had ended up. She was without her platform,s having left them on the ground level in the bushes, so it made her steps quiet and slower as she was forced to walk upon two feet or try to.

The girl pressed her body against the stone wall of the tower stairs and used it for balance while taking each step at a slow pace. Up one step. Then two. Then three. Her eyes were focused downwards and her brows were pulled together as to convey her complete concentration. She didn't pay attention to wait laid ahead or behind because those things didn't matter. .

@Abusa


The wind was much heavier and faster up here. With the right amount of force she could have been easily swept off the edge and gone before anyone knew where she was but, with luck, the weather was fair and offered a pleasant breeze. The breeze could be felt very little down the stone steps of the tower but enjoyed more when reaching the top, almost like a prize for making it since, after all, Emilie did have closed in spaces. Subconsciously she was keeping count of the stairs and ignoring the words of the being up ahead of her. It wasn't until the breeze pushed the hair back from her face when it was lifted in to it that she even realized she had made it all the way to the top.

Once she had reached the top of the stairs the girl paused. Her first instinct was to crouch and crawl her way across the rest of the floor. The height hadn't been acknowledged nor did she seem to want to acknowledge it. A simple mode of transportation by means of her body had to be decided and she was frustrated as it were. There was something wrong with her to not be as the others in this place were, right? They seemed to think so and lately she had been questioning it herself. There was no one to point her in the 'correct' direction.

They just spewed their foreign words at her and pushed her away thinking she would get it on her own. Perhaps she should.
The white haired female leaned in on the tower wall at the top of the stairs. She did decide to crouch down because, who would know the difference? Except she was missing her shoes and that was likely odd. The figure with his legs dangling over the edge didn't even appear in her mind as of yet. Her mind was too full. "Shcu a wetsa fo temi here!" She muttered bitterly, her accent thick and in a language no one had yet to pick up on.

@"Abusa"

And that was it.
Just like that.

It wasn't the other's words that drew her attention, oh no. It was the movement out of the corner of her eye, the smooth, purple rock that moved soundlessly in the boy's grasp and yet not. Remaining in a crouching position the girl's torso would twist around just enough to eye up the being behind, or was he to the side of, her? Her head cocked sideways not unlike an owl and at such an unnatural angle. She wasn't normal but who was? At least she had to honor of saying she was an outcast among the designated 'freaks' of society. Not many could claim that title.

Lavender orbs sized up the male. He seemed quieter than Adder but was no less of a contrast in comparison to her. She did note the differences right away with one sweeping look of his dark form. He was wearing shoes unlike her and the wolf boy and his eyes, though she hadn't matched them just yet, weren't like his. He was definitely more relaxed but he had been alone before she made a sudden appearance. He was..talking to himself. Immediately her interest was piqued and she completely forgot to wallow in self pity because her one track mind was already moving on to something else.

"Uoy nac swoh em??" She asked rather excitedly. It was a wonder about the things she did remember.

@"Abusa"

He didn't answer but, had she really expected one when no one had understood her as of yet? Yes, yes she did. Perhaps she thought that with each person she met one might know her language and communicate with her before she was truly forced to learn the dreadful piece of drek that the common tongue was, just to speak to another. She hated the way their words sounded and had the urge to grab ahold of the male and slam his face against the closest hard surface. Setting her lips in to an annoyed thin line and narrowing her eyes in to slits she would reach out to grasp the boy's shirt front and was met with nothing as he fell forward and over the tower's ledge.

The girl scrambled forward on her hands and knees. The space was rather small and cramped as far as comfortable spaces went and so she was in his previous position when he returned to it. He was now in her lap and she reared up and shoved him forward. A part of her wanted to see if he could repeat that ability he had just flaunted without truly meaning to. She didn't possess such a power to her knowledge but it would surely come in handy if she did. He had been speaking that dreadful language that meant nothing to her and would mean nothing until she bothered to learn it.

It wasn't until he was already on his way out that one of his words actually sparked an interest in her. "Fuck!" She mimicked the word in his tone the way that he had said it. "Wtha dseo ti mnae?!" She looked over the ledge to watch and demand the meaning of it from him even as he fell, presumably, to his death lest he saved himself again.

@"Abusa"

What had just happened?! She was so upset by this turn of events! He wasn't supposed to crash like a baby bird being spartan kicked from the nest by it's parents. He was supposed to do the same thing he did before. The only thing this proved was that he either couldn't use the same power twice or he got lucky the first time. It was soon to assume things and so she didn't but, now gazing upon his fallen form bleeding on the ground, she was greeted with two choices.

Option 1: Leave the scene of the crime and find another form of entertainment.

-Or-

Option 2: Go down to the bleeding boy and check the extent of his injuries. IF injuries were deemed fatal, wait for death and consume the remains.

The lurch of the girl's stomach seemed to call the shots of this decision and she pulled away from the ledge, carefully unlike the boy. It was rather odd of him to be seated so near it. As she crawled the short distance back to the wall to stand and shuffled back down the stairs she seemed to consider the possibility that he was flirting with death of purpose. It wasn't unusual. She had seen her fellow experiments crack under pressure and try to find a way out. The end result of that was not a path she wanted to take and found herself shuddering at the mere memory of it. There was only one road that was deemed worthy of her and that was to success. Failure was never an option. Failures ended up in a deep, dark pit and made to endure the most unspeakable of tortures in the pursuit of science.

For this reason Emilie pushed herself and her twin to their breaking points and beyond, if need be. Memories of her time spent among the lab rolled over each other, trying to grab her attention and hold on to it for as long as they could. It wasn't often she let her mind wonder back there and it was a wonder, why now, she was doing so. With the memories came the pain they caused both physically and mentally but mostly it came in the form of a loss. The girl's other half, her twin, had been separated from her and not a day went by when she didn't think of her.

Before she knew it, Emilie was crouching next to Abu and peering in to his eyes. She seemed to be studying him and silencing the voices in her head all at once.