Shopping or Am I?

[Ma'ali Dima Amari]

Ma’ali thought she would go and venture about. She hadn’t been out for a while but she was yearning to find a place to just go. Finally finding the drive she needed to leave The Coven, she did. She was wearing her own hand woven silk skirt, with floral embroidery on the bottoms, and a corset that was a darker color of royal blue with a dragon on the front. Her shoes were bought however but they were black flats that enabled her to look as if she was floating and not walking.

Upon leaving, she had brought her own hidden weapons on her person. She learned long ago to never travel without protection. Waving good bye to a few, she wandered out on her own. Something about being alone was tranquil for her but right now, she was interested in seeing others. She came upon on what she saw as being Raiders territory. They were thieves but to her, they were resourcefully looking for a living. The lot of them did not bother her much, unless of course she heard about them being violent towards women or anyone weaker than them. Then she usually shuddered and wished they weren’t so rough. But in these days, you had to be rough or you would never make it.

She walked around, keeping quiet and not staring, she took in all the different weaponry around her. It was very exciting to her, but she hid all expressions from her face for now. She was not in her own land so she needed to be cautious and wary about those around her.

[Adrian 'Addi' Anton]

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i've been a bad, bad girl,

Addi had been looking around for something... nice. Something that she could take with her whenever she went out. You know, going to sites, trying to get something worth while enough to sell when she was back in Rustboro. Or wherever for that matter. She traveled on a rig with Dem'yan, her sister 'Chelle, and her.. kinda boyfriend Sketch. Needless to say, with the list of aforementioned travelers, she needed to get away from them every now and again. And while she was the Scout, meaning, she got to ride around and Scout out new places before the rest of them got there, she still felt stifled a lot of the time.

Her more crass and raunchy mannerisms weren't always greeted that well by Dem'yan. Primarily because he was a little old school in some ways. She was all for frivolous sex, he wasn't... 'Chelle and Sketch were always going at it, which made her all the more frustrated that it has been over two years since the last time she had a roll in the hay. And Dem'yan, didn't quite appreciate her advances. He was a strange man in that regard. Most Raiders would have loved to have her throw herself at them. Hell, most anyone would be. But he refused her. Whatever. Probably because he didn't want his heartstrings getting tied up with his cock.

That, she could understand. She mused to herself about their travels and their latest finds as she looked around the wracks. There was so much to choose from. Bringing her thumb to her lips, she began chewing on her cuticle; something that she always did when she was thinking. Her heels made a pleasant clicking noise against the concrete floor of the store as she moved through the aisles swiftly. Needless to say, the rest of the world was a little dead to her. When she was in front of weapons, she was exactly like her father; focused, and in dire need of a change of underpants.

She finally decided to drag her gaze up, only to realize that there was an Old Blood in the store. She wrinkled her nose. She always hated Old Bloods, especially after what they had done to her parents. It wasn't often that she saw one outside of the walls of the Coven of course. There was a bit of curiosity there, but for the most part, there was simply anger. Should she mess with the girl? Of course.

She sauntered toward the woman, a fake plastic smiled across her face. "What'cha lookin' for, Leech?" she asked, keeping the traditional tone of a Raider as she folded her arms across her chest. "I can't imagine you'd be needing something to blow somebodies head off when you've got knives in your mouth." Alright, maybe she wasn't as subtle as she thought.

473, Outfit, i'm freezing my ass off. D8

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[Ma'ali Dima Amari]

Ma'ali was lightly shopping around when she was approached by someone. Turning around only to face to face with a Raider. She kept her face blank and she simply looked at her. "What does it matter to you what I am doing here? I am pestering you."[/b] she said in a calm tone and watches as the woman folded her arms. She was not going away, Ma'ali was not going to fight her or get angry. She knew how this worked and getting her angry or just upset was the aim she could see so far. "My "knives" as you call them, are not something I rather use when I can use something else."[/b] She was being honest. Ma'ali's last thought was to bite if she had to but no one had ever pushed her that hard into it.

Yes she fed off Devtees but not to kill them just to eat like everyone else in the world had to do one way or another. Ma'ali had only five people within the time she had become an Old Blood till now. Most left her alone and she could always find a willing person when had been venturing alone before she came to the Coven." I actually came out to take a look a knives....and see if anyone had raided a place with fabric. If that is ok with you of course."[/b] she made it a statement to give the feeling she didn't really care if it was ok with her. Ma'ali felt her bottom lip getting dry, so she pulled it into her mouth and she licked it. Letting it back out, she met the girls eyes with her own light brown eyes.

She was not in the least intimidated by this woman. It took a lot to scare Ma'ali and if this woman was going to badger her, it wasn't going to bother her much.

[Adrian 'Addi' Anton]

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i've been a bad, bad girl,

What does it matter to you, what I'm doing here? Addi found that she was grinning as she watched the woman. It was a sick smile; like she was plotting how to get rid of her. She hated Old Bloods. Everything about them. The way they talked; the way they acted. Like they were so much better than her because they were living on fucking borrowed time. It was pathetic. "My problem is with you not being in the Coven, Leech." she said, quietly, her eyes narrowing at the woman. "Getting a little hungry, or did you feel the need to kidnap your own Devotee instead of letting other people do your dirty work? Ooh, or are you one of the Hunters?" she asked, the accusatory tone in her voice, only growing to a tone of anger.

The woman made mention that she didn't like using her teeth unless she absolutely had to. Addi made a noise of disbelief, pushing herself off of the wrack. She was a lithe girl with just the perfect amount of curves that showed as she switched her weight from one foot to another. "Excuse me for not believin' you." she said, her eyes never leaving the woman.

"Let me get this straight? You're looking for fabric... In a weapon shop. Sweetheart, unless you want to make a skirt out of a flame thrower, you ain't gonna find nothin' here." she hissed, once more leaning against a wrack. One hand rested on her hip as she fixed her with a rather cocky smirk. She hated stupid people. And she hated Old Bloods. Did this mean that she hated this woman a lot more than she would have hated her if she were just an Old Blood, or just stupid? Yeah, probably. She didn't know she had a point scale for her hatred, but apparently she did. And this woman was apparently at the top of the list for the moment.

"If you wanted something like that, you should go to Rustboro. Because ain't no one here gonna tolerate your presence, first. Secondly, we don't deal in that fruity bullshit. It's either parts for the rig, or parts for your guns." She wouldn't leave this woman alone. Not until she left. She hated the fact that she was sauntering around her territory. Her turf, as though she owned the place. "Or are you lost now that you're not in your stone castle?" she growled.

408, Outfit, i'm freezing my ass off. D8

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[Ma'ali Dima Amari]

Ma'ali shook her head. This woman was flying off the handle for no good reason. She acted as if Ma'ali had tried to eat her. She arched her eyebrow.[color=lightblue "Believe me or not, is up to you. I do not control what you think of me or my kind."[/color] as the woman moved, Ma'ali kept her in her line of sight. If she was going to try something, she at least wanted to be ready for it. " I actually didn't know which places to go to find what I need so I just figured I would come down here." she showed no trace of anger or even being upset as the woman seemed to be. She was just looking honestly and had no interest. "If I was coming to eat someone there are plenty willing participants for me, why would I pick one that would fight back? That is not my style."[/b] which was the truth. When she wanted to eat, she wanted to eat so fighting back did not make that easy for her. However, if she oh so chose to torture, she loved the ones that fought back, it made breaking them down so much better. It was rare that she would do something like that, but it to know that she was capable of it.

Ma'ali moved to crack her wrists and she looked at the girl. "Well.. do you at least have some kind of knife or athame? I know there have to be some, somewhere. I figured down here would be better to look,. They have some of the better things here."[/b] she acted as if she was having a casual conversation with the woman instead of what was really going on. Fruity though? Ma'ali knew she smelled good, she always would. It was part of her personal hygiene but she knew that was not what she meant. There was no reason to comment back on it though so she let it go. To Ma'ali it seemed like the girl had a personal run in with an Old Blood. So now they were all bad, but that was ok with her. She understood the feeling because she had her own run in with Raiders, but the difference between them was that Ma'ali did not deem them all bad, just the ones that had attacked her. She knew they were all different and some did not act the same way as others.

[Adrian 'Addi' Anton]

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i've been a bad, bad girl,

The woman that stood before her was a fucking predator. All Old Bloods were. They loved the hunt; the kill. They fed off of the blood of others. Addi had no idea how they came to be. All she knew was that they loved the taste of blood, and it didn't matter who it was coming from. From what she had come to understand, there were Devotees that were supplied to the Coven by the hunters, and that was how they managed to feed without leaving. Some, unlike the Old Blood, that was standing before her, preferred to remain in their little castle, away from the sinful way that the rest of the lived their lives.

But then, there were those that were rogues. That walked along the streets, looking for their next meal with no intention of keeping their victim alive. Those were the kinds of Old Bloods that took her parents away. And while she was certain there were some pretty decent ones out there, she would never trust an Old Blood. Ever. While a tiger could be caged, and learn to adapt to that life, they are still wild animals; cannibals. And that was what she was sitting in front of.

"Don't try to justify your feeding habits to me. Unless you're fucking eating out of Blood Bags, you're still a fucking monster to me." she growled, for once the sardonic demeanor slipping away from her lips. If it wasn't clear that she had a problem with Old Bloods before, it was definitely made clear then. Perhaps, it was a glimpse at something a little more personal about her, but it didn't matter. If she knew how to kill this broad she would. And she would kill her on the spot. "You all crave the hunt. Doesn't blood taste that much better when you can taste their panic?"

Some would call her suicidal for talking to an Old Blood like this. But those that hated them as much as she did would enjoy the sight. They'd believe that she would get her throat torn out, but that was something that Addi was waiting for. Between her fingers, she held a shard of glass that was long and thin. So thin that one wouldn't be able to see it without looking for it. And long enough that she could cut the woman from where she was standing. It was a little trick that her father had taught her; glass shavings made some of the best weapons.

"I don't work here." she smirked. "Are you afraid that you're going to smear your lipstick when you feed next? Or do you just prefer to cut your victims up?"

448, Outfit, oh, all the hate.

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[Ma'ali Dima Amari]

Ma'ali actually laughed at the woman. She couldn't help herself she just burst out laughing at her. This girl really thought that way of her? Wow she really had some issues with Old Bloods. "Hahaha! If you must know, no. I get no pleasure from the panic of someone who is scared."[/b] she told her and tilted her head a bit." I rather things be relaxed around feeding. But that is just me... I know some that rip into th flesh as if it was a piece of paper and not belonging to someone else."[/b] she shrugged. It sounded so casual coming from her but she was serious. She had called her a monster and that did not bother her one bit. She had been called worse and had called others worse herself. " I am not here as a threat to you. I just wanted to look around. I am not hungry for you either. You aren't my type.. sorry."[/b] she made the slight joke to of course make herself laugh. It was true however, this woman was not her type at all, but saw a glimps of one of her old friends in her. The same fiery spirit and the seriousness in her eyes. If she wasn't so hell bent against her, she would love to be friends with her. "Cutting someone is barbaric. I prefer it to a time of warmth and relaxation."[/b] she was explaining a gentler side of things.

[Adrian 'Addi' Anton]

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i've been a bad, bad girl,

She felt a sick feeling rising in her gut. Who the hell was she to talk about her 'feeding' as if it was something natural? As if it was something that was perfectly acceptable? Addi's fingers closed around the air, clenching it so tight that her knuckles were turning white. It was almost as though she was shaping the air itself to become a weapon to use against the infernal creature that was standing before her. A growl rose in her throat, as her bright blue eyes narrowed. This woman was vile, despicable. She wanted her dead. Needed her out of this area. This was her domain.

For the first time in her life, she could actually feel herself seeing red. The world around her started to close in. The walls were threatening to smother her, as she was left with nothing more than the sickly beating of her vengeful heart. It was as though this was all that she was destined to do. Destroy her kind. The need to beat her, feel her flesh break beneath her skin was overwhelming. She growled, recoiling a bit from the woman. Her fingers clamped that much tighter on the blade that she kept concealed from her.

"You're a monster." she hissed, her eyes narrowing. It seemed as though the already ice blues of her eyes were growing paler. As though, the life and all humanity was draining away from something that was once warm an inviting. "You're a despicable, awful creature, who cares nothing more than for your 'precious feeding.' You don't care that you rip fathers away from little girls, and mothers away from blossoming daughters. You don't care that you take away what is good and right because you, are too selfish, to admit that you should have died a long time ago."

She took a deep breath, and pulled back, the blade now clear in her hand as her nose wrinkled, and her teeth pulled back to bear her teeth. "Fuck you, Leech." she hissed, spitting at the girls feet.

341, Outfit, oh, all the hate.

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[Ma'ali Dima Amari]

If the woman’s statements before had not been an indicator of her resentment, now it really was apparent through her words and her actions for the best part. Ma’ali looked at her and tilted her head. “I see. So is it safe to assume something happened to your parents and that is what you blame me for?"[/i] She said in a soft tone of voice. “Well I can assure you personally, not my thing. I rather kids and teens and so forth have parents or guardians to look after them.” [/i]She told her and crossed her arms. When she spit at her feet, she made no attempt to move back. She could understand her anger where most couldn’t. Her parents were ripped from her when the illness took over. This girl had every right to hate those that did it, but not her personally. Ma’ali shifted a bit and looked at the girl with her piercing light brown eyes. Her face all the sudden had turned serious and she had her own snarl going.


“I am NOT the one that took your family from you. I understand you hatred, but you need to focus it on those that deserve it, not everyone else! That would be like me disliking you because Raiders harmed me. I however, do NOT dislike you for what someone ELSE did to me.”[/i] She was emphasizing her words hoping this girl would get it. “I don’t blame the country where the illness that stole my parents lives was created. There is a line that you always risk crossing when you blame those that are NOT personally responsible. You have crossed it and in turn you will make many enemies of my kind. I will not be your enemy because you have done no wrong to me nor have I wronged you.”[/i] Ma’ali, for the first time in a long time allowed her calm cool demeanor to vanish. “I will never hold you responsible for those that hurt me because to me, you are better than they were and ever will be. Who am I to pass judgment on a group? I am no one. You are the same. Whether dead or alive, you are unique in your own ways like the rest of us. No one is the same as the next and when you learn that, I personally think you will be happier and you will sought out those that ARE actually responsible for your family and give them a good dose of their own medicine.”[/i]


Ma’ali was not big on being mean to others, but this woman pushed and she pushed a bit too hard. Gathering her composure, she closed her eyes for a second and then reopened them and looked at the woman in front of her.”If you so choose to stab me, go for it. I will not fight you back to harm you and prove your point on calling me a monster. Unlike most, I do not make it a goal to be what I am”[/i] she told her and narrowed her eyes. She wanted to see if it was safe to walk away from this girl. Turning your back was never the smart thing to do, especially when the person you are facing away from wants to kill you anyway.

[Adrian 'Addi' Anton]

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i've been a bad, bad girl,

"How do you fucking know?" she growled, intentionally avoiding the question about her parents. That was none of this woman's damn business. Maybe, she was selling herself out by not admitting to something happening or not denying it. But, she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. All she knew that was behind that fake smile, and beautiful exterior beat the heart of a predator. A predator that would stop at nothing to make sure that it survived while everyone else starved and died. "Do you individually screen every single one of your victims before you feed? Do you offer them a fucking survey and ask them if they have kids before you have your way with them?" She doubted it. No one cared that much about their food. And that's all that she was to her. Was food.

Then, a lecture on how she should live her life and conduct her own personal affairs came up. Clearly, this was this woman's place to interject and tell her that there was something wrong with the way that she saw the world. Fuck that. This woman had never lived a day in her life, and didn't know what it was that had made her this way. At least, not for certain.

While the same argument could be made on the Old Bloods behalf, there was a distinct difference between the two of them. The only reason that she would have to kill would be if someone was threatening her. She had never killed someone on a Raid, and she had never killed someone for sport. She most certainly had never killed someone for the sake of eating. After all, that's what there were animals out there for. But she was trying to talk to her as though they were exactly the same.

Addi guffawed, and let out a bit of a chuckle, as she watched the woman. "Is that The Coven's bullshit coming out of your mouth? That you must keep us alive because you need some form of nourishment? Huh?" she clenched her jaw and shook her head. "You are an Old Blood; a Predator. You survive by eating our people. How are we supposed to trust a lion that is amidst of a flock of sheep?" she asked, as though it was the simplest question she'd ever asked in her life. As though the meaning should have been apparent from the get-go.

"We do what we have to to make it by. While you can use the same argument for your people, we don't have to kill each other." What Addi hated was the fact that this woman was legitimately making good points. That just made Addi want to hit her that much harder.

456, Outfit, oh, all the hate.

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[Ma'ali Dima Amari]

Ma’ali tilted her head back and laughed out loud. ”Sweetie... you need a wakeup call! I have SEEN with my own eyes Raiders kill one another over things they need or just want. A lion amongst sheep?! Rabid sheep maybe but then who is at risk in that scenario hm?”[/i] she told her and crossed her arms against her chest. ” I have seen Raiders rape, kill, steal, torture and more through the years.. and you think Old Bloods are monsters? Look at your OWN people and tell me they are saints. If you do, you are spewing your own bullshit.”[/i] this was a serious fact. No one was perfect, but before you decide to put another race, ethnicity, gender, nationality or anything down, you should take a long hard look at your own. Well at least that is how Ma’ali felt about it.
”I admit my people are not saints.. hell far from it but they are no better or worse than the people you are a part of.” Ma’ali was looking at the woman with warm eyes but her lips were a thin line of seriousness. “As for me personally, I do ask my “dinner” as everyone so happily call them, about themselves. I like to get to know them. I do not just bite and leave, like Raiders hit it and quit it. I take pride in the fact that I am not like everyone else. I know few others that are actually caring. Most are corrupt with power and the internal gifts they have been given. I know it’s hard to believe, but not everyone is the same.”[/i] she gave a shrug as if it was nothing to her. Ma’ali was not going to give this girl an inch to budge in this dispute. If she was going to call her a monster due to what she was, she had better be willing to own up to the monster she was as well.