[IC] Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

[KiraVanhelsing]

Jax felt warm. She breathed lightly, feeling cozy, as she snuggled up to the warmth cocooning her. Her slumber was good, better then what she had had for years and then suddenly the warmth was gone. She missed the warmth, even in her comatose state she felt the absence fully. She reached out subconsciously hoping to find it again when suddenly an alarm blared. She awoke immediately looking around to see sunlight shine through her window and Morthos in her doorway.

She yawned,"Morning Sunshine! Didn't plan on having a slumber party...haha!" She jumped out of bed, moving to her closet as she opened it,"Sorry about not waking you up. I figured you had a long day. Plus don't worry. I didn't try anything." She winked at him, unaware that they were, in fact, snuggling for most of the night. She then pulled off her shirt exposing a thick black cross blaring at him on her back. Her one shoulder was still covered in thick red, purple and purple bruises and both old and new scars crisscrossed on her skin. She grabbed a bra and put it on, comfortable with having Morthos look at her back. She then pulled out a grey tank, through it on with some jeans, her signature scuffed leather boots and then a leather jacket with a red devil lady on the back. The sling she was supposed to wear was discarded on the ground forgotten. She turned back to Morthos after changing,"I would offer you clothes but I don't have any. Anyway, I know that I have to rush this but I'm going to be late for church."

She smirked at him, pulling out her cross necklace from between her boobs and put it over her top. She then walked past him into the bathroom, taking a quick piss, before opening the door so she could talk with him as she brushed her hair, her shoulder throbbing painfully as she lifted her arm,"And before you ask any questions, I work there as an Exorcist. It's me and two priests, but they can't handle the big bastards so they call me in. I get a blessing before I start the day. Father Douglas is probably waiting as we speak. You are welcome to come if you want."

She brushed her teeth then spit into the sink then turned around teasing him,"Or perhaps we shouldn't. We did sleep together before wedlock." She teased him sticking out her tongue as she went to Ophelia's room knocking on the door,"Ophelia! I know you're pissed but I'm leaving so don't forget to lock the door when you leave." She listened for any movement but only heard silence and without warning opened the door to see no one. She paused listening for her in another part of the apartment but she heard nothing. She turned to Morthos, a mute anger behind her eyes as she slammed the door, "She's probably hunting." Her inner dialogue went nuts,She was not fucking hunting! She was with that greaseball. Calm down. Relax. She's grown, she can do whatever she pleases. You overstepped way too much yesterday..THEY PROBABLY FUCKED!... She blinked shivering in disgust before looking at Morthos,"Ophelia Later. Church now! You coming?"

[Camille Endora]

"I see you didn't want to use the guest room." Roxas spoke with a smile, looking at Ophelia. She looked back at him and hid her face slightly against his shoulder, feeling nearly embarrassed. He kissed her then and moved to find clothes, saying he would go to shower and that she could do whatever she wished. She knew that was an open invite to go with him, and she watched him leave after kissing her a second time, unsure what to say in response. She chewed her lip for a moment and then went into the guest room, grabbing her cloak and whip. She wrapped the whip around her arm and held the cloak in her hands, moving to sit on the bed after a few moments, looking out the window from where she sat.

After finishing washing himself, Roxas let the water rinse him off. He hopped out and then dried off. He then pulled his clothes on and looked at himself in the mirror. “Why me?” He said to himself. He took a deep breath then walked on out, putting his glasses on. Before going to find Ophelia, he packed his bag with his battle outfit then placed his mask on top of the clothes. Once he finished, he went over to the guest room to find Ophelia looking out the window. He smiled then entered, moving over to sit next to her. “It’s a beautiful view don’t you think?”

Ophelia turned her head from the window and looked at Roxas, realizing that he was looking at her when he spoke, and she chewed her lip a little again. She shifted, moving to sit on her knees next to him, speaking softly, the sound just barely a whisper. “Why haven’t you sent me away yet?”

Roxas thinks at her comment for a second and honestly he doesn’t know why. “I like when you’re around. I don’t know I guess I just feel close to you. Even though we’ve only known each other for a few days. I feel happy when you’re around, which is something I haven’t felt in a very long time.” He takes her hand in his then looks at it for a bit.

Ophelia smiled softly, feeling like she understood what he meant. She didn’t want him to send her away at all, so she was glad at his response. She watched quietly as he took her hand and looked at it in his, and she shifted closer, kissing his cheek with cold lips. She breathed in his scent again while doing so, curious if he’d let her feed from him again. He smelled amazing to her. Better than the time she first caught his scent when she was hunting.

Roxas looked Ophelia in the eyes and could tell she was hungry. He took his shirt off for her and tilted his head a little. “I don’t know how but I get the feeling you’re hungry. You can feed from me again if you want. Just.. try not to take as much this time. I’d kind of like to be able to move later.” He giggles to himself then closed his eyes, waiting to feel her teeth sink into him.

“I’ll be good, I’m sorry,” she said softly. Ophelia then moved to straddle him while he sat against the bed, her teeth grazing his neck and shoulder for a moment on the same side she had fed from before. Finally after a few seconds she let her fangs sink into his skin and her eyes closed. Right away she could feel herself getting stronger, and her hands moved up towards the nape of his neck to touch his hair.

Once Ophelia sunk her teeth into him, Roxas began to wince but only for a second. He could feel her hands moving up his neck and around to touch his hair. He moved his hands up her back and rested one on her head then the other stayed on her back. After a bit he started to grip gently at the back of her dress. He grimaced again, but tried not to make known to her.

Ophelia pulled away finally, having fed for only a short while, the time always feeling slowed down though. She felt Roxas’ hands on her back and she smiled at him before leaning close to kiss him slow and deep, feeling instantly better, the taste of his blood still on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered softly, looking up at him.

Roxas looked back at her after she kissed him and smiled. “Whenever you need it I’m here for you.” He wipes the blood off her lips then kissed her back just as deep and slow. He runs his fingers through her hair then grabs gently. He pulls away for a second and looks at her and smiles, bringing his hand to her cheek.

Ophelia smiled at his comment and then moved shyly off of him, wrapping her cloak around her and fastening it at her throat. “We should get going to SPA. There’s something I need to do right away today. Is that alright?”

Roxas gets up and grabs his bag. “Let’s go then dear.” He winks at her and takes her hand then leads her out. Making their way to SPA.

Ophelia held Roxas’ hand the entire way to SPA. She could feel eyes on her but she didn’t care. Once inside the gates, Ophelia moved quickly in her bare feet to the sheet which held the names of people fighting, seeing finally that Suriel was available first thing in the morning, just like she hoped. She wrote her name down in cursive and then waited.

[duskshine749]

"Hm? Oh, ya, morning," Morthos was still lost in his own thoughts, at least he didn't need to decide whether to wake Jax or not. She turned her back on him and stripped down to change in to new clothes for the day. "Oh, okay, I guess this is how things are then," he muttered to himself. It was very difficult for him to blush given his already red skin, but Jax sure was trying her best to do that. "I'm pretty sure I was cuddled up to you last night," Morthos mentioned a bit nervously, "I mean, I sometimes cuddle a pillow at night, and you were there while I was half asleep, so...sorry?" He wasn't sure if he should be sorry or not, but apologizing felt kind of right.

Her mentioning church just made him think of the fact that he hadn't been in a proper church in a very long time. He personally followed Ioun, goddess of knowledge, she didn't ask for worship, she just wished for her followers to seek knowledge and share it with others. Going to church would be a strange experience, then Jax teased him about them sleeping together and how church may not be a good idea. "I was gonna say it might not be a good idea because of," he gestured at his body, "all of this." He wasn't sure she was listening, she was looking for Ophelia, who apparently was not home because Jax was pissed. She gave the excuse of hunting but both of them knew where she really was, whenever Roxas lived.

"Ya, sure, church sounds fun, just lemme grab my cloak from the other room." He went to the living room and grabbed his cloak, then did a simple magical spell on his clothes to clean any dirt that may have soiled them. Much easier than laundry. Morthos didn't have any other plans for the day, unless Mitsukini happened to be fighting someone today, in which case he had to watch that fight. He either needed to observe him in action or fight him himself to get a feel for his technique and come up with an appropriate strategy. He met up with Jax at the door, "okay, so, church. Been a while, I won't explode when I enter," he paused a moment before finishing with, "probably," and laughing.

[KiraVanhelsing]

Jax laughed along with Mortho, at the thought of him exploding,"Haha! I think you will be alright. My god is generally kind most of the time. It's the priests who might treat you like shit. My sins are excused because I do 'HIS' work but they may not look at you that kindly. Haha, Also you said we snuggled right..."

She paused watching him grow nervous again, and she blushed trying not to make this conversation awkward,"It's fine. Believe me, Honey bear I have done a lot more then snuggled with a few of my friends. Just don't let it lead you to feel anything more than friendship. I know that you are so not interested in dating me, but ummm just so you know I don't do the dating thing/love thing. I have plans to be with a really strong mythic when I'm older and I can't let distractions like love get in the way. Not calling you a distraction. You're totally my type, I just like you too much to sleep with you. Well, bang you."

She blushed bright red," Gah...I just want to be honest." Suddenly the church was above them and she paused just outside of the doors,"Maybe it's best you wait out here. I will only be in there a few minutes anyway. I promise though, you can come again with me and I can show you around." She looked at him wanting to say something else, but she stopped herself turning back towards the door,"I'll be fast."

She went inside, letting the heavy wooden doors fall back behind her. She leaned against it for a minute before walking down the long corridor between the pews, her heels hitting the marble floors hard as she walked towards Father Douglas. He was a middle-aged man with brown hair and spectacles, his mythic ability was to read peoples souls and she hated that every time he looked at her she seemed like an open book. He turned away from lighting the candles, looking at her solemnly. She looked around at the few other patrons sitting in the pews and then back at him,"Look I'm sorry for..." He finished for her,"Being late, drinking, fighting with your sister, sleeping with a 'devil man' and cursing 47 times in the past two days."

She eyed him sourly,"The first one. The others I feel no shame for." He walked down the few steps, shaking his head,"Oh I know that too child. Now follow me, let us get you blessed for the day. You're lucky he forgives workers of the faith."

She followed him through the corridor,"Ya know Douglas we go through this every freaking morning. Do you get tired of being a judgemental ass or does it secretly turn you on?"

Douglas looked over his shoulder laughing lightly,"I just reflect His judgments, Jax, personally what you do is up to you. I've washed my hands of your sins years ago. They are mild in comparison to the last Exorcist in our midsts."

She laughed,"Oh I've heard of Maxus. What he did to that painting..."

He cut her off, again,"WAS AN ABOMINATION AGAINST HIS NAME...and should not have been allowed."

She leaned forward,"It was just a dick..."

"We are here!" He finished, bringing her to a small room with a stone basin set in the center of the stone walls. Renaissance paintings of demons and angels covered the walls highlighted only by candles. She walked over, taking off her jacket and shirt her expression turning serious as she turned around,"Well Let's get this over with. I have a friend waiting for me."

Douglas hissed as he began to speak in Latin, his fingers dipping into the cold water before covering the lines of her tattoo. Jax picked up her cross whispering her own prayers underneath the priests. She felt settled after a few minutes, a calm coming over her as she held her cross. She felt safe protected from the evil from around her. For a second she thought of Morthos cuddling her last night. She felt the same warmth this morning as she felt now. Fear struck her lightly and she kissed her cross. Douglas finished and then took a step back. Jax grabbed her tank-top and put it on slowly. Douglas spoke lightly his words calm,"Pride will kill you Jax. That wound on your shoulder is a testament to what you can achieve, but how deep are you willing to let the world hurt you before you reach your goals?"

She didn't look at him, just put on her jacket,"Douglas you know exactly how deep. I have to go."

She turned and he smiled at her warmly,"I do. Don't be afraid of warmth child. Wherever it comes."

Jax blushed, shaking her head, before walking out of the corridor,"Tomorrow?"

He pats her on the back,"Tomorrow. Be wise my child. We trust in you."

She nodded and then headed out the door looking around for Morthos. She found him moments later and spoke in a soft angelic voice,"I have finally sworn off booze, men and curse words. I am reborn as an angel." Her tone changed to a deep sultry rust,"I'm just fucking with ya! SPA?"

[Camille Endora]

"If you have nothing else to do today, you can come with me and watch, if you like," she says softly, looking over her shoulder up at Roxas. She looked at the paper again where her name was written and then squared her shoulders slightly before beginning to make her way to the weaponry. She had forgotten her bow and quiver at home, and didn't have time to run back and grab it. She also hadn't showered or changed out of her clothes from the night before, but she figured that it was fine since she'd be fighting anyway. She chose Suriel for a specific reason, though slightly ironic, and she smiled at the thought. She felt nervous but also kind of excited as she pushed the doors open to the weaponry. It was still early, and there were no other SPA members inside the room, only one of the guild masters. She looked up at Ophelia with an arched brow, and Ophelia approached her. "I'd like to borrow a couple silver daggers, if you have them," she said softly, smiling. The woman simply nodded and went to find them for Ophelia, handing them over to her. "Just sign them out and return them when you're finished. And good luck," she said, knowingly. Ophelia nodded and signed the daggers out, taking two sheaths which would strap to either thigh as well. "Thank you."

Once the daggers were sheathed and in place, Ophelia began to make her way to the arena, Roxas following her. Were she alive, her heart would be pounding out of her chest by now, but all she could do was tremble slightly. She was scared by this point. She was not a fighter in the least, especially compared to Jax. Ophelia knew how to fight, but she focused her skills on specific things rather than just training all the time in a general way. She reached into the pocket of her cloak, the bag of Solars from Roxas still there, and reached to find a hair tie. She gathered her hair up into a high bun and then took her cloak off, handing it over to Roxas. He wouldn't be allowed in the arena, but he could watch her from the stands. She leaned towards him and kissed him very lightly on the lips, smiling a little to try and hide the fear in her eyes. Ophelia knew she was too timid to probably win, but she would try her best. She wanted to be able to protect Jax, and that was one of the only reasons she was trying to up her rank. If she won, they could go on missions together, and she would be able to keep an eye on her sister and others in the same rank as her. She knew sometimes that her motherly instincts could get her killed, but she didn't care.

As she entered the arena, she could hear her name being called over the loud speaker and her eyes hit the ground. She wasn't well known here, always keeping to herself. She knew if she won though, that would change. Finally as Suriel entered the arena and called his name "Suriel, angel of love", her eyes moved from the ground to his face and her mind instantly began to think about his possible weaknesses. He was handsome as anything, and his wings were white as snow behind him, folded slightly. He stood much, much taller than her at over 7 feet and she hoped that would give her an advantage. He held a sword in his hand, the blade pointing down. Ophelia then began to walk toward him, and curtsied when she approached. "Good luck," she said, smiling softly. She meant it. They both were here to win, but only one would succeed. Suriel nodded and his eyes lit up, looking down at her. Ophelia took two steps back away from him, and he lifted his sword toward her, a gentle light glowing from the blade. The ref blew the whistle and suddenly Ophelia's eyes changed from grey blue to full on silver.

Suriel's wings spread behind him, and he moved quickly towards Ophelia, his sword just barely passing her jaw as she shifted with ease to the side and back. She reached down with one swift movement and grabbed the daggers, bringing her right arm up under the hand that held Suriel's sword, the dagger grazing his wrist and arm with ease through his skin. He pulled his arm back slightly and Ophelia then turned toward her left, her right leg coming up to kick his arm back and away from her. Red blood dripped from his wrist gently onto the ground for a few moments before Ophelia saw his wrist heal quickly. She knew it would be hard to keep him injured, but she would try.

Suriel then brought the arm she had kicked, back towards her with full strength, and she crouched slightly, placing her daggers into an X shape to block it. Normally this would never work, but she was stronger than the average person. Her slim arms held the weight of the sword for a few moments, and from her crouch she propelled herself from the ground, up and over his sword. Suriel moved back slightly in surprise, and Ophelia came down in front of him, her daggers digging into the bare spot of his armor where his chest was exposed. She blades tore through his skin easily as gravity helped her force them down, and she landed on her feet with ease right in front of him. She looked up for a split second and realized how tall he really was, towering over her by nearly three extra feet. Instead of allowing her feet to become still when she landed though, she tilted her body toward the ground and slid beneath his legs to come up behind him, his wings raising upward again. Suriel knew this was going to be difficult. He shook his arm out and his blade exploded with fire around it while he turned again to face her.

Ophelia was distracted slightly by his blade being engulfed by the holy flames, and she instantly would regret it. Suriel brought the blade down toward her and it sliced through the clothing at her waist and into her skin from the top of the left side of her ribs to her navel. Ophelia gasped and slouched over slightly, only to be met by Suriel's foot against her rib cage, throwing her back against the arena wall. The cement of the wall cracked at the force and her body bled for a while. The cut was long and deep and it would take a bit to heal. There goes another fucking outfit, she thought to herself. She could feel anger bubbling up into her throat, and she stood up against the wall, her eyes intense. She looked up at the stands to see Jax sitting there. Her eyes widened, and Jax nodded to her, and Ophelia smiled softly.

[duskshine749]

Morthos said nothing in response to Jax just straight up saying he shouldn't expect anything more than friendship from her. He just nodded and gave her a little wave as she went off in to church. While Morthos had little respect for most gods as they usually hated demons, he still had to admit churches had impressive architecture.

Who did Jax think she was, he was just getting comfortable with the idea of having a friend, he hadn't even considered looking at her romantically.

The shadow of the church loomed over him as the sun rose, Morthos felt as though he was being judged for some reason.

He even said sorry for cuddling up to her, he could have just stayed quiet and said nothing. But he did what he thought was the gentlemanly thing and told her, even apologizing for making such advances without her knowledge.

He tried to get his mind off Jax, thinking to his fight with Miksukini. He still needed to mix together his concoction, he wasn't even sure it would work but he had to try.

Jax was a perfectly fine girl, she was pretty, but he hadn't thought of her in a romantic way. Had he given those signals? Did she think them getting desert together was a date? He'd simply meant it as a thing friends do.

He also needed to figure out how he would disperse this elixr, through his shoes seemed like the best plan, so he'd need to modify those too.

Clearly his mind was very scattered, so he was thankful when Jax came back out and gave a little chuckle at her joke "Ya, SPA, think we could check out the arena? I have a feeling Miksukini might be fighting today, I wanna see how he is in combat before I challenge him." As they approached the arena Morthos looked at the list of fight scheduled for today, the first one had a familiar name, though not one he was expecting. "Ophelia? Well now we have to check it out." The fight after was Mitsukini but right now Ophelia's fight was the more interesting one.

[KiraVanhelsing]

Jax immediately could tell something was up with Morthos. She responded evenly after his question,"Yeah! Best to research sooner rather than later."

As they walked over to SPA Jax could tell that Morthos had something on his mind. Did she say something? Insult him? She tried to think, was it about the no dating rule. He might not be into her at all..Hell, he might only like red she-devils and then she just made him seem like a lush who was dying to get into her panties. Just because she was attracted doesn't mean he was. She wasn't exactly a 10, and the scars and bruises probably made her look even less attractive. She suddenly saw herself in a new light from a new perspective and she didn't like it. She was just about to say something when she realized they were at the board and Ophelia's cursive was glaring down at her,"WHAT THE FUCK!"

She nodded at him, before half-running into the arena, barrelling past people to the seats up on the front row. She was so fucking confused, why the hell would her sister enter a fight! She hates fighting! She liked helping people but the combat form has never been her style. She watched the fight with wide eyes, gripping her knees as her sister fought the angel. She suddenly saw her sister cut and thrown against the wall and her eyes turned bright green. She shut them, calming down before opening them to see Ophelia looking up at her. SHE wanted to scream, point to the door, but deep down she knew something that most others didn't when it came to Ophelia, that if she wanted to...she was an incredible force to go up against. That is what she needed. Jax crossed her arms, a smirk curving her features as she nodded a silent agreement amongst sisters. Get up...and show him what you can really do. She waited patiently, feeling relief spring over her she turned to Morthos,"She's going to win. Plain and simple." She suddenly remembered her earlier thoughts,"Morthos are you okay? Did I piss you off or something?"

[Narukami228]

Roxas didn't really have anything to do that day so he just decided to follow Ophelia around. Turns out she wanted to fight as well. He didn't really know how to feel about it since the last woman in his life died in a fight. Different circumstance though. After a second of thinking about it he dashed that thought from his head and knew she was going to win. Well, that was the hope at least. Once Ophelia left to grab her daggers and get ready, Roxas ran up to the arena and grabbed a seat in the front row. He had to push a few people out of the way, but lets be honest, who's going to mess with him after his "show" the day before.

Roxas could't wait until Ophelia came out to fight. He was rooting for her all the way. Roxas knew the guy she was fighting. He's hunted with him once before and he knew what he could do. 'She's got a challenge ahead of her for sure, but she can do it. She almost took me down and that was only for food.' He thought to himself.

Once the fight broke out, Roxas well cheering Ophelia on. He was happy to see her fighting. Once she was pinned down though he got a little knot in his stomach. 'Shit there goes another outfit.' He thought as the sword ripped through Ophelia's clothes. 'Guess that means more shopping after.' He laughs to himself then starts to cheer her on again.

[Camille Endora]

Suriel looked at Ophelia with a gentle smile, his eyes just as intense as hers were. The daggers were useful to have, but she wasn't nearly as skilled with them as she was with her whip. She felt her confidence renewed when Jax nodded at her, and she let her whip uncurl from her arm, the handle moving into her hand, the daggers sheathed again at her thighs. She looked at Suriel from under her lashes, one of her eyebrows arching up slightly. Her right arm outstretched quickly, the whip snapping around Suriel's ankle and she tugged back hard, her elbow grazing the cement wall behind her. The wound along her side stung, but it was beginning to heal already and she was grateful for that. As she pulled back, Suriel shifted his weight and began to fall backward. He hit the ground hard on his back, his wings curled up under him slightly.

As soon as Suriel was on the ground, Ophelia shifted in a blur of movement, appearing standing against his chest with one dagger in her hand, coming down at him towards his throat. He brought one arm up to block the blow, and the dagger sliced through his skin again. This time though with his other hand, he grabbed Ophelia by the throat and tossed her back over him. She growled low in her throat as she skidded along the ground against her back. She managed to stop herself before hitting the other wall, and stood up turning to face Suriel again. By the time she stood, he was facing her and on his feet again as well. He moved towards her quickly, his sword coming down at her, the fire blazing along the blade still. Without a moments hesitation, Ophelia snapped her whip out and it wrapped around the tip of his sword. At the same time she pulled back on her whip, she threw one of the daggers and it landed into the side of Suriel's neck. His voice rang out angrily, and Ophelia smiled. The tip of his blade snapped at the force of being tugged on, and forced Suriel towards Ophelia even closer still.

Though when the distance between them became less, Suriel's sword grazed Ophelia's hair, snapping the hair tie and her hair fell free and flowed down her back and shoulders. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly her jaw was caught in his massive hand. She closed her eyes just as a loud crunch could be heard, the sound echoing through the arena. The pain shot through her body and her pupils dilated, anger searing through her again a second time, though more intense. Her vision became blurred and spotty, and she realized after a few moments that she wasn't touching the ground anymore and instead was being held up in the air while Suriel used his wings to fly. She began to panic, knowing if she didn't do something right away she would lose. Finally after a few moments she brought her knees to her chest despite all the pain, and kicked outward, forcing Suriel's arm to move upward over his head, though he still had a grip on her now broken jaw. She reached for the other dagger, stabbing it into his hand once she was above his head and he let go of her.

She left the daggers in him and as she fell, her back pressed to his and his wings spread out fully, and for a brief moment to everyone watching, it looked as though those wings belong to Ophelia. Her hair flew upward and then back down around her body as she landed with a quiet thud. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she took of running away from Suriel, though didn't stop as far away as she could have. Instead she turned around and with one final snap of her wrist, her whip wrapped around his left wing and she tugged back hard, hearing the joint of his wing pop out of place, and then she could smell blood where his flesh began to tear off his shoulder. She continued to pull back with such force that Suriel let out a feral cry of pain, and the ref blew the whistle just as Suriel fell unconscious and to the ground once again.

Ophelia stood there watching Suriel fall and her eyes widened, the pain almost forgotten for a moment. Suddenly she heard her name being called, and it appeared on the board above the arena, and she fell to her knees, blood and dirt staining her entire body. The medics came to her quickly and brought her to lay down, shifting her broken jaw into place so the healing process could take place, since she healed faster than the average human or mythic. Her eyes closed and they gave her something to kill her pain slightly, but she drifted off into a deep sleep, something she hadn't done since she was human.

[Narukami228]

After the medics took Ophelia off the arena, Roxas zoomed down to the medical ward. He saw Ophelia laying there with a gash on her torso and he cursed to himself. He runs over to her, takes her hand and looks her over for more injury's. "You know I wish you told me you were going to fight him. I know a lot about him and this could have been avoided." He continues to look her over. After a few minutes of checking her body, roxas takes a deep breath then try's to relax. "I should kick his ass for doing this to you." He grunts to himself. He keeps her hand in his then kisses her forehead. He was more happy that she was safe than anything but still angry about what happened. "I'm glad you're okay." He smiles gently at her. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you too." He runs his fingers through her hair and keeps looking at her. After a few minutes he finds a chair and sits next to her and links his hand with hers.

[duskshine749]

They watched Ophelia fight and it looked like she was starting to lose steam, but Jax reassured him she would win before asking if he was angry with her. "What? No, no I'm not mad..." he wasn't going to ask why she thought that, he was sure he'd been a bit weird when she came out of church. "I just have stuff on my mind, you know, fighting Honey and that." He wasn't sure he was making a very good case for himself, probably because he wasn't sure himself if he was mad or not, he'd need some time to think about it. Changing the subject seemed to be his best course of action, and he had something he'd wanted to ask since she mentioned it the other day anyways.

"Are you free after this? You were right about what you said the other day, I need a new look. I can't just keep being the creepy demon guy in the hood my whole life. Maybe we could go on a shopping trip? As you could probably guess I'm not particularly fashion savvy." This would also be his chance to get her to that shop where the guy could make her the scythe she really wants. There wasn't much point in him being from a well off family if he couldn't use that wealth to make his friends happy.

Ophelia had won her fight and was being taken to the medical examiners. "Go be with your sister, Honey fights next, so I'm gonna stay here," Morthos gave her a bit of a smile, "tell her she did great. I'll be down after Honey's fight." Looking back at the arena Honey was fighting his cousin Takashi Morinozuka, Mori for short. It was clearly just a fun match for them, there was no ill will between the two of them. They were both marital arts specialists so it would come down to strategy and general skill, no fancy tricks here.

As soon as the match started the two were on each other and from his seat Morthos could feel the impact of their blows on each other. Honey was using his small stature to his advantage against his much taller cousin. He seemed to prefer hopping right to avoid blows, the times he hopped left he seemed much slower, Morthos would have to take advantage of that. The match was quick, Honey got himself behind Mori and knocked him down at the knees. Mori conceded the match, knowing that if this were actually a fight to the death he would have lost right then. Morthos had learned what he needed to, so he left his seat and made his way down to the medical area to find Jax.

[KiraVanhelsing]

Jax watched the fight intensely listening to Morthos evenly as he offered her an excuse for his weird behavior. She nodded accepting that he was just worried about the fight and not her. She fisted her biceps as she watched the fight, trying to keep her attention on the conversation in front of her,"Yeah..let me see how Ophelia fairs. If she's okay then hell yes I am down for that. Ophelia may have style when it comes to shopping, but I know exactly how to turn you into a fuckable bad boy." She nudged him slightly then turned back to the fight, her body on edge as she watched. She screamed out loudly at Ophelia's victory, proud of her sister like never before. The fight was graceful, like a dance Ophelia took down her opponent with grace.

As soon as it was over and she was carted to medical she saw Roxas a few rows over jump down and over to her like the wind. She turned to Morthos and he responded without her having to say anything. She was gone before he even finished. She jumped down into the arena, walking over to Ophelia. She brushed past Roxas and looked her sister over, touching her other hand for a moment before the nurse came over,"Who's in charge of her?"

Jax sighed,"I'm her sister. She just met him last night."

The nurse raised an eyebrow,"You then."

Jax walked over to the nurse, listening as she listing off some medical procedures and potions that would help with the pain. She nodded, running her hand through her hair. The nurse clicked her tongue,"Make sure she gets plenty of rest, we are going to keep her for observation for a few hours then you can take her home. Also, where is your damn sling? That shoulder needs more than a day's rest."

Jax's eyes turned into slits,"I'm fine. Give me a minute with her and...him."

The nurse shook her head,"Good luck."

Jax walked back over to Roxas looking down at Ophelia, and crossing her arms. She licked her cut lip then kept her voice even but very calm,"I don't like you. I will never trust you, but she does. The way I acted yesterday was deplorable. I shouldn't have yelled or been so indignant when I was arguing, but the reason I did it has not changed. I love her more than you can even imagine, and even you have to see why I don't trust you with her. That being said, I am not her mother. I will not inhibit her choices, because I know if she inhibited mine, I would hate her."

She rubbed her eyes and moved over to Ophelia fixing her hair, and kissing her on the forehead. She pulled out her keys and held them out to Roxas,"You like her. I must have been high off my meds yesterday not to notice but you do. Take her home and give her some blood. Keep her comfortable and give her the teddy-bear on the top shelf of her closet. It makes no bloody sense having both of us sitting there worrying about her. I will grab her the potions and I will meet you there."

She turned her green eyes bearing down on him,"As for you and I, stay the fuck out of my way and keep my sister happy, and be ready to leave by the time I get home."

She dropped the keys then walked away, noticing Morthos walk over. She gave him a small smirk,"Up for shopping?"

[Narukami228]

Roxas looks at Jax and just smiles. Repecting her wishes then quickly looks back at Ophelia as her and Morthos walk away. He looks at Ophelia and runs his fingers through her hair again before picking her up gently and starting to take her home. "Don't worry my love. I'll take care of you and make everything much better."

As Roxas starts towards the door, the medic walks up to him and stops him. "Excuse me, but you can't take her from here. She needs medical attention and YOU aren't the one to give it to her." He smirks at the medic then continues to leave. She walks in front of him again. "Sir I told you to put her back now." Roxas stops and glares at the medic, now annoyed. "If you don't move right now, you are not going to like the outcome." The medic doesn't budge and keeps looking right up at him. Roxas holds Ophelia steady in his arms and glares more angerly at the medic. "Move you're sorry excuse for a medic ass out of my fucking way or I will unleash all of hell on you right here and still be holding MY girlfriend in the exact same spot as I am now." His eyes turning red and his voice cold as ice as it peirces the medic's heart. She starts to shiver then swiftly moves out of the way, leaving them behind and not looking back.

Roxas laughs to himself then continues walking with Ophelia. "Upside of having the king of hell in your head. He takes your side in situations like this." He laughs as he takes Ophelia home.

Once he reaches her house, Roxas opens the door and brings Ophelia to her bed. He finds the teddy bear and places it next to her then tucks her in. After making sure she was comfortable, he walks into the kitchen to find a knife and a bowl. "I don't know if I'll be here when you wake up, but if I'm not then you'll have this to satisfy until I can be with you again. I hope." As he says that he slices his wrist over the bowl and pours blood into it at a fast rate. His body reacting quickly and healing up to fast for him to finish. He cuts again, draining more blood into the bowl, this time enough to fill it up. His body heals up again and this time he puts the knife down and growns.

"What're you doing?' Ifrit growls at him in his head. 'I'm trying to save the woman I love.' Roxas retaleats. 'Bitch you just met her you can't love her right away.' Ifrit laughs. 'Shut up I can love her if I want. She's the only thing that keeps me sane no thanks to you.' Roxas grimaces then looks at Ophelia. 'Whatever kid just remember we share the same head now no thanks to YOU.' Ifrit jabs then disappears.

Roxas finds a chair and sits next to Ophelia, taking her hand and looking at her gently. "I wish we could go back to my house. I have better medicine than even the medics have and way better than anything Jax can find." He links his fingers with hers then closes his eyes. Drained from all the blood he gave up.

[duskshine749]

Morthos caught the end of Jax telling Roxas to stay away from her and keep Ophelia happy before asking him if he was ready to go shopping. "ya, totally ready to get my makeover," he said with a smile as they left, "so what's the deal with Roxas? Are you guys on at least civil terms now?" They made their way to the expensive part of town with all the best and priciest stores. "Don't worry about cost, if I'm changing my look I wanna do it right."

He ran his hand through his long hair, "guess that probably means a haircut too, huh?" He'd had his hair long as long as he could remember, he had no clue what short hair would be like. But this whole week was full of changes for Morthos. He'd made a friend, possibly started developing romantic feelings for her, was going to challenge someone to a fight to try and increase his standing at SPA, and now he was trying to be more comfortable with who he was. So with all of that in mind, a haircut really seemed like the least he could do with this whole makeover thing.

[Camille Endora]

Ophelia opened her eyes and looked around slowly. She felt no pain and everything seemed to have a kind of haze around the edges. She could hear someone talking, and then she sat up, noticing Roxas sitting beside the bed. She looked at him and spoke gently, noticing she had been changed into pjs. She chewed her lip slightly, reaching a hand out to his but she couldn't seem to get his attention. "Roxas? Is everything okay?" she whispered, then frowned when he didn't seem to hear her. She shifted her legs from the bed, and stood. Except she wasn't standing at all, she was hovering over the ground and she turned herself around to face the bed, and she could see herself laying there, unconscious. She stumbled back slightly and gasped. She moved back toward the bed and three immediate things ran through her mind.

1. She hadn't been able to sleep since the day she was turned.
2. She was having an out of body experience.
3. No one besides her parents and Jax had seen her naked before. But now Roxas had.

She brought her hands to her head and began to panic. This had never happened before and so for once Ophelia didn't know what to do. She leaned forward to try and somehow shake herself awake, hoping that it would force her soul back into her body. Nothing happened and her brows furrowed. Maybe if she talked to herself. "Ophelia? You need to wake up!" She said, firmly and staring at herself. This was giving her some weird vibes, and she turned to look at Roxas again. This time though she noticed a darkness hovering around him. It didn't have a shape or face, it was just kind of hazy like black smoke. She felt scared for a moment, noticing a dark haze in her peripheral vision, but it wasn't quite apparent so she shook the thought away. She didn't know nearly anything about ghosts and souls and demons compared to Jax, that was for damn sure. She just knew she needed to get back into her body right away.

Ophelia then closed her eyes, feeling like she could hear slight whispers. She moved to Roxas again who was holding her physical bodies hand, and she kissed his forehead, brushing her fingers against his cheek after before focusing on the bond she had with him. She closed her eyes, keeping her forehead resting to his now, and then everything went black and silent again for a few moments. When she opened her eyes again, she was in her physical body and she could feel every ounce of pain in her jaw and stomach, and she used the last bit of her energy to squeeze Roxas's hand.

"I love you, Roxas."

[Narukami228]

Roxas glances at Ophelia as she says "I love you, Roxas." It took him off guard for a second. He already knew that she did, but had never said it to him. He didn't know if he should say it back or not because he did love her too. He blinked then took a short breath. "I love you too, Ophelia." He smiles at her and squeezes her hand gently, leaning close to her then kisses her lips gently.

After a bit Roxas brings his free hand to her cheek and holds it there as he continues to kiss her. "How do you feel?" He looks at her with a bit of a worried look.

[Camille Endora]

"I feel pretty bad, thank you for asking." she mumbled and meant this seriously, and she brushed her hands against her stomach beneath her top to feel the long diagonal scar. It was thin and she knew it was healed already. Her jaw hurt like hell, but the bones were mostly in tact again now, though she could feel the pin they had placed to keep it mostly still. Another day she figured and it could be taken out again. She sat up slightly and leaned back against the pillows, realizing her teddy was beside her and she grabbed it gently. She gazed at the pjs that Roxas had chosen to put her in. They were comfy and light, and she looked at him with soft eyes, feeling a little shy that he had dressed her.

But her attention shifted and she asked him a question, sounding worried, "Where's Jax? You probably shouldn't be here. If she comes back to see you she's gonna lose her mind. How did you even get in here?" She was confused and her head began to hurt a little as she spoke, so she fell quiet. She was weak and felt tired, her eyes dull again and she simply slouched slightly, holding the stuffed animal to her stomach.

[Narukami228]

Roxas took Ophelia's hand and gave her the key to her house. "Jax is the one who told me to bring you back here. I wanted to take you to my house since I have better medical equipment than anything Jax could find or the medics could give you, but I didn't argue. Thought it better to stay quiet and just bring you home." He smiled at her and kissed her hand. "If you want though I can take you back with me after Jax gets home. I'll have to leave not to long after she arrives."

He stands up and gets the bowl of blood for Ophelia. "Thought you might need this once you wake up. I didn't know if you were going to be awake before I had to leave, so I did this for you." He handed her the bowl and sat next to her on the bed. "Also don't worry. I didn't look while I changed you." He smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

[Camille Endora]

Ophelia listens to Roxas talk to her gently, taking the bowl carefully from his hands. She brings it up to her lips and drinks slowly, allowing her energy to be restored while she watched him. Once she was finished she sat up a little more and then looked at him softly, "I think I should probably stay here so I can talk to Jax," she said, her voice light and soft. She placed the keys on her bedside table, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt exhausted, it was weird. She wondered if she should tell Roxas about her experience while she was unconscious.

"Was my fight okay?" she asked instead, curious how it looked to others.

[KiraVanhelsing]

Jax looked at Morthos with a bored expression,"I wouldn't necessarily say civil. I acted like an idiot yesterday, yelling and screaming like a crazy woman, but my reasons have not changed. I don't like or trust him, and today I know why. You may not be able to see it but, that boy is dripping in demonic aura. He needs an exorcism, and I don't want him anywhere near my sister. However...Ophelia is stubborn and for some unimaginable reason, she wants him. She would never threaten me otherwise. I'm not going to tell her what to do. She get's enough of that from our mother. So I'm giving them their time. Honestly, the only reason I am leaving him with her is that I would blow my shit if he was just lingering outside our place."

She shook slightly, gritting her teeth as pain flashed up her arm,"Anyway. I don't want to think about them. Let's worry about getting you a new sexy look!" She listened to him talk about his wealth and then laughed,"Oh no limits. Your parents are going to hate me after this."

She looked around at the shops stopping at a large black building with a large sign called,'Whiskey Tailors.' She grabbed Morthos' hand then walked in with him in tow. She let his hand go and looked around at the men's wear. The place was filled to the brim with rich clothes of leather and rich denim and the store had a musk of cedar and a hint of whiskey. A large, finely toned Elf came over with bright eyes,"Hello gorgeous. My name's Edwin, Please say I can help you find something for your dad."

Jax blushed,"Not for daddy, tonight handsome. My friend here needs some new duds and if you give us some of your time, I'm sure we can make it worth your while."

Edwin eyed Morthos with a put on smile then turned back to Jax,"You walking in here already made me worth my while, now..I'm sure we can find something for him. Here let me pull out some stuff for you."

Jax bit her lip watching him walk off before turning to Morthos with a too big grin on her face,"Oh I like this place..." Her eyes suddenly caught on something behind him,"but I like this more." She walked past him reaching out to grab a black leather jacket. She pulled a size down and gave it to him with a smile,"Oh you are going to look so hot in this. Try it!"

She waited, Edwin coming up behind her with some pants and some shirts,"I've brought you some items." She kept her eyes on Morthos,"Yeah just put them in the changeroom handsome and we will meet you back there. How do you like it?"