I'll Take My Beating With Extra Sprinkles[Bowen]

@"Maximum_Fatalis"

Wandering around the Underground at night checking out different parties and assorted booze-related places was great. She hadn't had any bites worth a beating yet, but she had spooked two creeps off their targets before they could go anywhere. That wasn't too bad.

The last place she'd been at had just been shut down for an over-the-top fight, but she'd managed to pick up an 'escort home' that sounded like it would probably turn out to be quite different. Another girl was angry at her for taking the space, but it would turn out much better for the probable-creep's target to be immortal.

It had been a decent plan, but she wasn't completely sure even she'd survive being literally eaten. Now she was on the run, the freshly transformed what-the-**** falling behind, and sleepy cop sirens seemed to be rising up to meet her. She wasn't going to stick around and wait, though; no, she just made sure the fae-eater was going to run into the cops and then flew around a corner.

And ran into someone else while looking over her shoulder instead of watching where she was flying. Fortunately for the new stranger, a five foot-tall pixie flying full-bore didn't pack much punch, and Avareis was so undead she was still alive.

"OOPH." Very eloquent. It was kinda funny how eloquent that was. "Oh, sorry sorry sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." She flitted back a bit and straightened her rather revealing and very showy dress and dabbed at the sweat that threatened her whatever-colour-the-viewer-wants makeup. "Are you okay? -Oh"

She was pretty familiar with the signs of crawling out of a fight. "You don't look okay, is there someone still nearby for me to beat up for you?"

Even hovering, wings blurred into a rainbow-soap-bubble haze, Avareis did not look very threatening.

@"Maximum_Fatalis"

"Ten minutes ago I was dealing with my own idiot," Avareis replied sweetly. She floated a little closer to peer into the indicated alley. Oooh, messy, though not lethal. She drifted backwards so that the beat-up stranger could see her rather eerie, fully self-confident smile.

"If you'd been getting handsy with someone who didn't appreciate it, a couple of furballs would be the least of your worries," she said, ever so sweetly and innocently. Messing with pervs was, after all, her hobby. "How do you know that I don't dress up specifically to scrap with lowlives?" Since she really did, just with the equal perk of partying.

Still, he didn't seem to be too bad a sort, so she dropped down to the ground and offered her arm. "Come on. I may not be a seven foot mountain of muscle but I can still give you a hand before you fall over. Trying to get anywhere in particular?"

@"Maximum_Fatalis"

"Just a place? I can help with that; I don't live too far from here. Just in case you get any funny ideas, though, I'll survive any idiotic things you try to pull and lead the cops right to you." She winked, going more for transparency than any actual threat. She'd made up her mind.

"My couch is also enchanted against stains, so don't worry about getting blood on it." Not the sort of stain it was usually at risk of picking up, but close enough. It was a multi-purpose enchantment.

Now she just had to think of some delightful silly way of getting him to repay her. Eh, they'd work something out once he wasn't so beat up.

"So, tough guy, you got a name? I'm Avareis. Might be pronounced kinda like the sin but it's not spelled the same. Also really not in line with greed at all. Kinda funny, the coincidence."

@"Maximum_Fatalis"

"Eh, if you aren't a creep then the worst I'll try to pull is a makeout session or something. Don't worry though, I can wait until you aren't bleeding."

That was... mostly a joke. Hey, if he wanted to try to take her up on in, she probably wouldn't argue much. He was hardly ugly. Aloysius. "I can see why you just use Alo," she said cheerfully, navigating them with more than a little skill towards her home. "Aloysius is pretty cool, though. Is it a traditional name or were your parents feeling creative? My name is one hundred percent creativity, unfortunately. Still have no clue what they were thinking, really, but eh. It works for me."