kizu-mono:

       Unfortunately for her new acquaintance, Kiss-Shot was one who would hardly give in: although she couldn’t force her to speak if not by brutal methods, now that her stomach was filled and she was in a pretty good mood, meeting someone could also mean new stories. The life of an immortal being can get –– well, pointlessly dull, overly tedious, days resemble the blink of an eye and before she even realized, a great amount of years passed, amassed and created that thing she called her past, even though there were very few memorable moments. Thus, during her sporadic encounters, be it with humans or creatures that wouldn’t try anything reckless, the apparition would have asked for the same thing, for stories from their own lives. However, this case appeared to be challenging, not only because Stella was a girl of few words, but also because the woman had the feeling she wouldn’t talk about her past with a mere stranger who just swallowed a human, flesh and bones.

       “Ehi, kid”. The wind was nice that night, her figure didn’t throw any shadow upon walking under the street lights, her hair gleaming of an even brighter shade of gold whenever a beam of light would fell upon her. “Hast thou an interesting story to tell me? A funny event, anything can work. I thought it would be useless to ask thee, howbeit trying would not hurt”. Maybe –– she was just lonely, hence the need for her to propose that inquiry. However, she made it appear like a mere fancy, and again, she wasn’t really expecting an answer.

<sup>█{{✰}}██ “… home is… empty.” As in, Hazama was almost all but lifeless save for what warriors were hanging on tightly to their threads of life. The shooter was certain that it would not be a good thing if she were to be brought there; home would have the end result of danger and possibly everyone of the warriors falling if they attempted to battle her so recklessly. She isn’t foolish enough to fall into the clutches of death knowing the possibility of what can happen if she were to go that far. Eaten, flesh and bone in one fell swoop which was enough to make her watch out for her own safety for the time being. She needed to be careful, for the time being unless dragged into acting. Since she needed to hurry, she supposed that they should get going instead of just standing around while trading stories about home life. She isn’t the greatest with such stories nor would they be enlightening other than give way to just how pitiful life there is; all for survival of the fittest. Take one down only to have more come up with ease to the displeasure of the older warriors. Yet now, would not be a good time of thinking about this knowing they were a little… pressed for time to put it lightly.

If it isn’t pressing her, that’s fine enough for her to attempt giving her what little information she desires. That subject is an uncomfortable one, in plenty of ways knowing the highest chance of causing someone to grow angry at it is always there. All it took was them to get close enough and it won’t necessarily be pretty, perhaps that’s why she was patient and waiting for questions during their little stroll to her rundown home. Surely she would follow up on it, right? Maybe, it’s a little hard to tell knowing present company seemed more likely to do anything.</sup>

kizu-mono:

       “Dost thou not think it would be easier if thou wert to be more talkative?”.

       Because it made it if not hard almost impossible to understand what was going on inside her mind; a long sigh of resignation followed, maybe there was a good side about this kid’s personality, and that was she avoided to scream, or yell at her, or make some stupid, pointless question, she lost count of all the times someone would ask her why eating humans, when the answer was so obvious, was it even worth to ask something similar? Whatever. At least, if she was a girl of few words, the vampire could guess the ones she would say were going to be at least meaningful. “Art thou even human?”.

       Not like she was expecting an answer, anyway. Walking past the girl and exiting the blind alley, tilting her head she threw a glance at the dark-haired: was she alone? Where did she come from? Why was she wandering alone at that hour of the night? And if she faced her so bravely, she probably dealt with strange creatures before. She wondered. “I have finished my meal. If thou wish, I can accompany thee, sith I have nothing to do. I am actually bored, right now also a vampire hunter would be entertaining”. A pause, a puzzling expression. “Don’t tell me thou art one!”. Then just a laugh, obviously she was not that kind of individual, otherwise why standing there and observing? She could have taken advantage of her distraction, but she didn’t. “I am joking. Also, thou shall show me a place where I can spend the day which will come, thou know, I would not like to evaporate”.

<sup>█{{✰}}██ “… no.” She isn’t human by any definition of the word, however much she looked human, she isn’t amongst humanity nor of earth. Only a child on terms of the human mind and involving some of the more harsher elements of the Earth that she could not change. If anything the shooter had realized her opponent wouldn’t necessarily be human and dared not pushed it, since now is not the time for needless battles that could hold the end result of the pair being discovered by multiple people as not human. Well, that and she also didn’t find it easier to be chatty over silent; she’s silent because there wasn’t a need for conversing in Hazama nor did she have a desire to change this. Besides, the vampire wouldn’t need to discover everything about her, unless she’s that curious about this enigmatic warrior just as someone else had been. That someone of course, is not going to be easily divulged from her, safety reasons after all and a desire to not have her become the night walker’s next meal come the next time she fed.

Evaporate? She never heard of someone doing such a thing before with what was mentioned thus far, or rather, make that she never had discovered some non-humans could evaporate given she is still new to this world enough. It surprised her inwardly, however much she tried to hide it upon figuring that she may need to lead her to that shelter she stayed in thankfully; it’s nothing special yet it should work for her to be protected. They only needed to be careful otherwise there would be far more to deal with than just allowing someone to rest at ones… rundown abode she supposed.</sup>

kizu-mono:

       “Shall I say, ‘nice to make thy acquaintance?”. Her young interlocutor wasn’t one of many words, the vampire didn’t mind shy people, but it made it arduous to read her intentions. Maybe getting worked up wouldn’t lead her anywhere, and this little one didn’t mean any harm and just happened to stumble upon her. At times she could be hot-blooded, but somehow the other’s attitude prevented her from doing anything rash; the blonde woman wouldn’t spill pointlessly blood, she already had her meal, there was no reason to attack the stranger as long as she wouldn’t display a different behaviour. A long sigh, thanks to her matter creating abilities, the gloves covering her forearms turned white again, effectively, standing in front of a tall woman with her hands blood-stained could be scary. “My name is Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade. Call me Heart-Under-Blade”.

       Few steps, and she was in front of the girl, Stella. It meant star in italian, right? “Don’t look at me with that expression. I will not eat thee”. Because one human per month was enough for her, and she didn’t like to fill her stomach unnecessarily. Although, if she were to spread the rumor, than more and more people would start to witness her, and throwing the attention of vampire hunters at her was something Kiss-Shot would prefer to avoid. “Art thou sure thou art alright?”.

<sup>█{{✰}}██ Kiss-Shot Acerola Orion Heart Under Blade? That name is longer than her real one and that truthfully is a feat; Black Rock Shooter is her designation and yet she wouldn’t give out that name so easily. She’s fine allowing humans and other beings around to call her Stella instead of that one. They would be better off with it instead of knowing it’s an alias and they wouldn’t even know a thing about her. She guessed she just calls her Shinobu? That seemed likely, it’s fine by her to call her that instead of the full name as much of a mouthful it can be. It hardly fazed her to see blood covered hands, not even with them suddenly shrouded in white; it only served to make her idly question whether or not if a fight would end well between them then decide against it. No, she hasn’t provoked her into one which meant that she would be able to keep going for the time being without worry of it. Her oceanic orbs were keeping to her form, as if to watch her and be certain she isn’t about to pull something. Trust from her is not that easy to earn.

With this for now fading from mind, asked if she was alright… or she would assume so given her question. Just a nod, she won’t talk easily either, it would be a miracle in itself to make her say more than just a few words at a time. Not a surprise possibly, but, she guessed that she would need to watch it a little more from this meeting so not to become her next meal with what luck she held. It didn’t help her actions reminded her greatly of those from her world, her home with how she held herself. One in particular at that, although she finds herself fortunate she didn’t display all of her traits. Now however, is not a good time for her to space out, moving carefully from her entry point and simply wondering what she may be about to do next.</sup>

kizu-mono:

       How silent.
       And yet, audacious enough to stare at her. And shrug. Simply –– shrug. Ah-ah. Who was she? A young female, one who didn’t appear that dangerous at first sight, but to underestimate a opponent could be fatal, couldn’t it? Admitting she was an opponent, of course. For now, the vampire simply turned towards her, looking down at the stranger with a curious look: what should she expect? “Art thou going to stand there?”. There was a slight irritation in her voice, one the stranger wouldn’t fail to notice, while Kiss-Shot made few steps ahead, planning to leave if this creature was allowing her to do so without troubles. “Methinks thou dost not wish to meet the same end. If thou hast something to say, speak”.

       Kiss-Shot could be a quite impatient woman. And whimsical, too. One could say her personality didn’t fit, at times, her character, or rather her legend; although, they never were wrong about her powers, and if this little girl had malicious intentions, then –– why holding back? The one who made a mistake, running into her, was her. “Thou can start with telling me who art thou. For standing on my way –– thou must be courageous”. Or a fool. And the two things could easily coincide sometimes.

<sup>█{{✰}}██ “… Stella.” Words were not her strength, actions were far better from the shooter knowing how she is in any case. She preferred to act more than talk, which isn’t much of a surprise with how her home usually could be when one grew up in the worse of places that could be dubbed hell. Her home is hell, hell on earth and as a whole with the desolate world of Hazama being one of the most dangerous places to grow up at. As foolish as she can be, she isn’t one entirely so knowing that there were times that her fighting might not be among the best of choices. No, she didn’t want to meet the same end as the one who fell before her; the one of whom had been made into a bloody meal for the vampire as a whole. Her behavior showed as much that she isn’t in the mood to begin a fight.

No, she’s already beginning to worry her with the way she spoke and stirring up her corruption again. It needed to stop, before she ended up snapping again with how many times it pressed to escape. Hopefully this would quit, before she ended up losing it a little too much in front of her newly gained acquaintance, she guessed? She didn’t know, there wasn’t very much that she can do to confirm whether or not if they would have a healthy sort of relationship anyways.</sup>

kizu-mono:

       The iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded vampire. There is just a single way to not turn the portable food into servants: and that was, leaving not a single shred of meat, bones, organs, to swallow all of it, erasing their existences. One could say it was so cruel, but it was no different from what humans do with animals, simply, there was something else, and not them, at the top of the food chain. And this was her meal of the month. Only the right arm was left of the poor victim ––– chomp chomp chomp, first his hand was gone, then the wrist, forearm, elbow, and soon it was all finished. A short sigh of relief. And satisfaction. Her white gloves were now stained in crimson red, almost the same colour of her dress, the corner of her mouth dripping with some drops of blood, before brushing it away with the back of her hand.

       “Hmmm––?”.
Upon standing, ready to leave the dark blind alley, the vampire realized someone has seen her. Displeasure was visible on her features for a brief instant, before her voice spoke with a lenient tone of voice, as if she was teaching a kid the rules of savoir faire.
       “Where are thy good manners? Dost thou not know? It is inappropriate to look at a lady while she is eating”.

<sup>█{{✰}}██ It seemed a mistake was made, given the shooter almost seemed ready to take out her treasured blade to defend herself if this was going to end the way she thought it did; her and those of whom that are blood thirsty were not exactly a wonderful mixture of friends. No, she found that out rather easily when Black Gold Saw nearly went through her body with Onokogiri and yet she won’t dare think of that for this moment. Now is not the time to slip deep into memory lane with the current matter at hand before her. A corpse, gone, eaten and it made her nervous enough to almost start allowing her fight or flight instinct to select her decision for her out of the usual impulses she faced. Such is a price she often faced with the cost of everything her existence before had stolen from her.

Not that she would complain, much less argue against the opinions of others, her life was her life and again she’s growing off track. As much of a child she is, she seemed smart enough to realize she may have crossed into something she shouldn’t have previously with her current luck. Only, one can wish her luck on answering such a statement with a witty retort like some would have. Although, she really wouldn’t with speech not being her forte anyways; the most she gave to her was a shrug. Good manners and necessary rules were not what she had learnt here.</sup>