[center][h1][U][B] MENTAL IRRITATIONS [/B][/U][/H1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/uvX201s.png [/img] 
Location: Bak May’s home within ChinaTown, Lost Haven ME
Time: Near Sundown [/center]
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Racheli hated the daytime. She couldn't sleep without something nagging at her mind and pulling it from slumber, gradually edging back into awareness. She didn't fucking need it, truthfully. However, the restlessness was gradually getting to her. Icarus’ explanations over her changes unfolded into her focus and drew a irritated sigh. She scratched head, more in habit than need, before she slipped from the temporally cot Bak May offered earlier. 


It was actually a bench, the surface had been hard and stuff against her back. This likely didn't help her to relax in the least. Cracking her neck, she let the spine give a sharp pop then loosen from its tensed posture as she looked about. 


Several young men, a few much older than their teens, proceeded to bat at wooden dummies. Their fists, arms and more became blurred gestures while they protected their torso and avoided attacks. It naturally caught her attention as she stared, watching them spar and train their bodies into weapons. Still sitting with her arms upon her thighs, Rach wiped at her eye then examined her hand. 


Not a speck of grit in it. 


A deep, male voice chucked in her mind. Her skin bubbled with fear and her skeleton tensed in instinct. She bother looking to her right when the virus projected itself once more. Michael materialized gradually. His shape outline formed first, then sharpness  in his image and finally a solid feel to his presence. 


He was grinning at her through her peripheral vision causing her to snort in disgust. Her vision returned to the fighters while she tried to ignore him and enjoy the scenery. The virus wasn't that easily discouraged by her display. He stepped quietly toward her then lowered himself, settling into a free spot beside her. He matched her posture until Racheli shifted, her figure leaned back against the bench’s wall and right foot pulled up under her left. 


[b] “Enjoying yourself?”[/b] 


Racheli ignored his attempt to chatter. Her lips pressed tightly as fingers dug stubbornly into her jeans, her head remained straight ahead. 


[b] “you can't ignore me forever… Baby girl.”[/b]


Heat, a coiling and writhing fury, edged from her body’s core and through her figure. It caused her to tension up and turned her vision, red dancing along the edges, before she spoke. Her tone became dripping with spite in every word. [color=indianred] “Don’t you ever call me that again.”[/color]


[b] “Then stop ignoring me or I'll choose another form you can't bare to look at.”[/b] Michael hissed quietly, his figure leaned in slightly then pulled away. He was starting to think this form was an ill choice but he didn't have other options. If he face claimed Gabriel, Justine or another than likely Racheli would've triggered even more. Not something that helpful in the end for his goals. 


[color=indianred] “What the hell do you want?”[/color]


He sighed then continued. [b] “Just to talk. You're no long human, as Gabriel puts it, so why still try to act like one?”[/b]


[color=indianred] “I [i]am[/i] human because I chose to be. Something you never were.”[/color] Rach spat, then pressed her back more firmly into the wall. 


She tried to enjoy the display of fighters but it already fucking spoiled and nothing she did would change that. With her mood spoiled Rach moved off the bench, her hand reached for her discarded jacket near the exit. She swing it about where her right arm slid into the sleeve and was followed by the left, her hands securing it in place. She inhaled then touched her bicycle chain choker. Immediately the metal melted and liquified before snaking its way onto her face, where it formed her mask again. Through the thick material she turned to Evergreen and Bak May. Her tone was deep and difficult to make out, but her meaning was clear. [color=indianred] “I’m heading out early, I need to move .”[/color]