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[Action] Approach with caution

[Who is being a disobedient kid after having her home blown up? Again. This kid.

She didn't care that she should tell someone she was leaving, she had to get out of there for a while, not even thinking about if it would worry anyone. It felt like she was about to explode inside and she didn't want anyone she cared about around when it happened.

Cries can be heard coming from the forest, but not from her. Anyone brave enough to follow them will find her sitting on the ground, her wings quivering as she doesn't even attempt concealment...and the cries coming from a vicious looking troll that's just slamming its head into a tree.

Angel has a vicious streak at times.]

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[Well, that was a strange sound to hear during one of her monster hunts.

The bounty on this particular hunt wasn't that high so after a moment of thought, Blake changes course, following the noise. Of course, nothing quite prepares her for what she comes across when she reaches it. She eyes the troll, but that isn't what really grabs her attention, it's the little girl sitting on the ground nearby.

Wings?]

[With only a moment's pause, Blake drops out of the tree she'd been watching from, keeping a nice comfortable distance from Angel and not quite stepping forward yet.]

... Hello?

[She should hear the woman approaching, but she's a little distracted by torturing the creature. She was pissed and frustrated by everything that's happened recently. How many homes has she lost now? 2? 3? More? Probably more.

Pausing as she heard the other person, she turned her head, still keeping her 'focus' on the troll and not releasing it.]

What do you want?

[She was somewhat hostile, but not so much that she had any desire at the moment to turn on her. Not unless she proved herself a threat.]

[Blake hazards taking a step forward, glancing toward the troll again and moving so she keeps it in sight. Those things are dangerous, even if this one seems rather well-contained by... whatever this little girl's doing.]

Nothing. I was just wondering what you were doing out here all alone.

[Scowling, she turned back to her 'prey'.]

What would you be doing if your home just go blown up?

[Glaring at the troll, it suddenly fell to the ground, blood starting to seep from its ears as she effectively killed the creature without lifting a hand. It was fair to ay her home was kind of a sore subject right now.]

[That's a shock to say the least. Blake's run into trolls before and they don't go down that easily.]

[There's a bit of apprehension as she looks back at Angel, the girl was dangerous that was for sure and-- no. No. She was a child and no matter what she had just done, Blake would not treat her like something to be feared or hated. Not ever.]

Well... I've never had a home blow up, but I have lost one before. [She risks moving a few steps closer.] And I guess I ended up doing what you're doing.

[Another glance at the troll.]

Mostly.

It's not the first home I've lost, but it never doesn't hurt.

[Pulling her legs up to her chest, Angel let her white wings wrap around herself, an effort of self comfort she fell to when Dean wasn't around.

Seeing the other person glance to the troll, she chuckled softly.]

I wish it was the person that did it. ...Except he won't get off as easy, not after all he did.

No, it always does.

[She doesn't seem to mind her approaching, so Blake will keep on moving. Slowly though. Scary mind powers aside, she doesn't want to spook the girl.]

I know what that's like too.

[So long as there were no sudden movements, Blake should be fine.]

I wouldn't care so much if it was just me...but he hurt the only person that even tries to get me too. That's unforgivable.

[Whoever it was would pay and pay dearly. It was just a question of when.</small.]

[No sudden movements it is. If she gets close enough without incident, she'll even sit down on the ground beside her.]

I think I might know who you're talking about. He hurt a friend of mine a little while ago too.

Is he that guy who only talks in text messages?

[When the girl sits down next to her, she tenses up slightly, but doesn't make any other movement.]

Mhmm...When I'm done, he'll be lucky if he even remembers how to do that.

...He's making an awful lot of enemies.

[She notices that sudden tension so she'll just stay put, drawing her own knees up a little bit.]

He is, but some people don't seem to care about that.

[And she has a pretty good idea what kind of person this M character is. She doesn't like it at all.]

But a second ago, you mentioned a person who tries to get you. Are they okay?

[She can't help a small grin at the thought of Dean. He was the best person she's ever met...he treated her like she wasn't different from him at all.]

He's the best...has been since we found each other.

I don't know what I'd do without him.

[Blake smiles a little bit herself. It's a relief to hear that the girl hasn't found herself all alone, but more than that, it brought up old happy memories and... much more recent sad ones.

Strong enough that Angel would be able to clearly detect them if she thinks to look.]

Well, you know what? I think that as long as you have this person, you'll always have a home.

[After Jackie, she tries to not look in the heads of other residents. That one scared her enough that she refused to go near him.]

That's the problem though...normal people, they don't want to keep me long. [Not her mama, not Jeb...no one.] Dean seems different, but he might not have a choice, not with how people just disappear.

[Right, those wings of hers. People really were the same no matter where you went, it seemed, even when you went to other worlds.

She's not quite sure what to say to that though. If people disappeared from this place just as suddenly as they appeared....]

That isn't something that just happens here though. People... disappear sometimes, and there's nothing we can do about it.

But... I think everybody here is different in some way or another. I'm sure even if that did happen, somebody here would still be there for you.

[She knew if he left, him mom would hopefully still be here, but she didn't imprint with Mary. If Dean lived in a cold alley and couldn't provide for her like he does, she'd still choose to be with him.]

If he left, I'd go back to living like I was before.

I'm sure other people are nice enough, but I don't want them. He's my family here.

[He let her into a place no one else got to see and she did the same for him. It made a trust that she hadn't had with anyone but her flock.]

Hmm.

[Blake nodded in agreement, looking forward.]

I had somebody like that when I was younger too. I would have been all alone for most of my life if I hadn't met him.

...I have a bigger family at home, but...they're not here. Dean doesn't treat me like I'm different though, not like other people here would.

[People always treated her different. As a telepath, it was easy to tell when people were being genuine. Dean really wanted the best for her.]

I don't think you're all that different, actually.

[She pauses for a moment, sighing quietly and then turns to Angel with a small smile.]

Can I show you something?

You must have eye problems then...In case you haven't noticed, people aren't exactly born with wings. Not normally anyway.

[Glancing to the side, Angel was wary of her question.]

Show me what?

[She just manages a little smile at the comment about eye problems.]

Hold on.

[And she reaches up, carefully untying the black bow on the top of her head, and gathering the fabric in her hand.]

See? Not that different.

[And she'll wiggle the cat ears the bow had been concealing a few times, just to prove they were real as well.]

[Her eyes gt a little wide as she saw the sudden kitty ears. That was more than what she thought she'd see and it made her feel like maybe someone might actually get what she went through at times.]

They put a kitty in you?

[Blake just laughs at that and shakes her head a little.]

No, I was born this way. Where I come from there are people called Faunus and some of us have ears, or horns, or a tail.

[She sighs and leans back a bit, looking upwards.]

And for a long time we were seen as mere animals by humans. Many of them still think of us that way. Because we're different from them.

...There's more like you?

[Angel would have killed for there to be more. Not that she wanted more kids to go through what she and her flock had, but she was so tire of hiding all the time.]

Guess things really don't change...even in other worlds.

[The trolls are a problem, sure enough, but she'd been pretty much leaving them be. It's all part of an order, regardless of where they are.

So, yeah, she's going to come and investigate those sounds. She's never heard them before.

You'll be able to feel her watching you, not passing judgement, but with a slight frown. Clearly, you're upset. It's making her a little concerned. Especially with the slight confusement of you having wings but not feeling like an angel.]

[She can feel eyes on her, knows that she's being watched. Turning her head slightly, her expression was blank as she looked at the woman. So what if she's being unnecessarily cruel? Dean kills them too, she's just using her strengths here...she's just drawing it out.]

What?

[Stop looking at her like that.]

[She tilts her head slightly, before shrugging. She waves her hand at the scene, gesturing at what she came to investigate.

She could text, but that seems like extra effort in a face to face.

Bare feet navigate confidently on the forest floor as she walks towards Angel, a sympathetic smile touching the corners of her lips.]

[Scowling, she's tempted to dip into the womans head, her natural abilities just begging to be used to make this easier...but since Jackie? She wanted to avoid that.]

You can't talk?

[She instinctively leans back a little as the woman comes closer, her wings fluttering gently in agitation.]

[She shakes her head, putting a finger to her lips and gently shushing Angel. She definitely is ignoring the instinctive lean back... judging by the fact that as soon as she reaches her, she just pulls her into a gentle hug. Her arms? Not even awkward around the wings, they're expertly placed around them ~~it's like she has experience with them or something~~.

...Yeah, that hug is probably going to be the best feeling hug of your life, Her gently soothing with her grace and emanating a warm feeling from it.]

[Angel is stunned and not entirely sure what's happening. She should want to fight back, to break away before she was hurt...but all she wanted to do was cling to the woman and not let go. Wrapping her arms tight around her, Angel sniffled softly, unable to help herself.]

[she just lets Angel cling to her, shifting her arm so she can pat the back of her head gently when she sniffles. There there, little one. You might even be able to believe it might get better in that warm embrace.]

I'm so s-scared...things never stay happy, things always go so wrong...

[What if one of them died next time?]

[She pulls away a little bit, giving her a compassionate sort of smile. Compassionate, and sympathetic. However, with the little girl apparently having some kind of power based in thought... it could make this conversation also go a little easier. She puts her hand on Angel's forehead, then to her own, before nodding. Though, when she's barely on the surface, if she even gets what she means, she will hear-] No further. [It's unconventional, but this way round just about works, seeing as it's simply her thinking words, rather than sending thoughts at the girl.]

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