VarionusNW

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

Allison ran out of the lighthouse, immediately finding herself in a hellish conflict. The storm made vision difficult, as well as thoroughly soaking the aberration. Even through the storm, though, she made out the form of Chris flying through the air, setting fire to what seemed to be trees below. The forms of who Allison assumed to be Zoe and Kusari also seemed to be present near the trees. A massive wall, surrounded by what looked like steam had been erected between the lighthouse and the ferry. Allison thought about using the shard to break down a chunk of the wall, but before she could move to take action, her eyes fell upon a massive, demon-like man struggling against Lawrence, Hazel, Sander, and Callan. Allison broke into a sprint.

By the time Allison got close enough to see the fight clearly through the storm, she knew for sure she was a bit late. Callan, Sander and Hazel were all certainly wounded, with Lawrence administering first aid to Hazel as best he could in the rain. If only Allison had gotten their sooner... There was not time to contemplate how things could have gone better. Allison summoned the shard, and quickly moved in closer to the fight.

The shard didn't manifest as her blade this time, instead, the long, glass-like object floated in the air, just above her shoulder. It certainly was strange that the shard floated without dissipating. Allison was still perplexed by the new shard, despite having summoned it a few times out of curiosity during her hours alone in her room. Why was her power changing? As interesting as the question was, the shadowy monster man and her dying friends were slightly more important. Allison was about to loose the shard when a massive boom erupted from the wall.

It took her a moment to realize what exactly happened, still reeling from the shock of it. The light of the lighthouse had been thrown at the wall, the subsequent impact drowning out even the storm for a few seconds. Allison turned back to the enemy, attempting to clear away her foggy, lustful thoughts as well as the shock from the sudden distraction. The loss of those few moments could have cost her allies their lives. Allison let the shard fly.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

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Allison's face was hot, the strap of Angel's guitar rubbed against her chest as she walked, and there was an undeniable dampness between her legs. She kept her focus on the cage she held in front of her, and the bird within it. It was all she could do to keep herself from being overwhelmed, though it was hard to consider her current state as anything other than overwhelming. Allison's mind fluttered between various fantasies, unwilling to settle on the crushing reality that the aberration desperately wanted a solution to. Her girlfriend was missing, possibly dead... No. Angelique was alive, she had to be.

The thought was overrun by Allison's stigma once more, though she was able to pull away from it for a moment when she came to the end of the tunnel, Sander's warning hitting her ears. Had the enemy already gotten to their evacuation point? If so... maybe they had Angel. That was, if she was alive, and if she was definitely captured. Unlikely, but the idea of it was enough. Allison could sate her stigma and save Angel. Perfect.

Allison's mind quickly fell back into it's depravity as she found her way up into the lighthouse. She took herself away from the rest of the group as quickly as she could, watching everyone else from a short distance. Hazel stepped outside without hesitation. Sander and Christmas huddled into a conversation that seemed more intimate than Allison had expected out of the two boys. She tore her gaze away as quickly as she could, though she did find herself glancing back a few times. Her eyes floated to Emma and Marcus heading to the top of the lighthouse with Kusari calling after them, Chris leaving, Zoe dashing outside, and Sophia just sort of standing around. A few moments later, her gaze fell upon Ernest, with Sander getting his fill of blood before joining the others to face a possible enemy. Allison had half a mind to join them. It would've been a bit more than half, but she was too busy considering the various uses for the guitar that still hung from her back, among other things.

Allison wandered over to where Sophia was standing, and awkwardly stretched out her arms, handing the bird cage to the young girl. She was the only person Allison could think to pass Pav on to, even if it would only be for a short while. She couldn't exactly trust Ernest, and Sophia looked like she could use some company anyway.

"Hey, Sophia, do you mind watching Pav for a bit?" She sounded awkward, her face was flushed to a concerning degree, and she seemed much too anxious for someone who was asking someone to hold onto a bird for a bit. Allison didn't take no for an answer, and didn't even give the girl time to respond. She left the bird with Sophia, and quickly removed the guitar and left that nearby as well before turning and making a beeline for the exit. Allison hurried herself out after Zoe, and Sander. Her stigma was waiting to be sated.

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OOC Notes

@VampireOracle Allison has left Pavrotti and Angel's guitar with Sophia without giving her the chance to say no.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

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_{Broken Heart}

Allison Revel didn't sleep that night. Her mind was too busy with thoughts to allow her even the idea of rest. Her stigma had gone unsated for much too long, and her nights with Angel hadn't exactly helped. If anything, the frustrating lack of relief sent Allison spiraling further into her rut. She had half a mind to wreck the room, hoping that the destruction would give her some sort of release from her mental hell. She was, at least, still sensible enough to avoid that course of action, instead finding herself mindlessly grinding against pillows, attempting to play the guitar, and even talking to Angel's bird to keep her mind off of the brutal lust that pounded in her skull and radiated through her body.

Angel was supposed to get back at midnight. Though Angel couldn't truly relieve the poor girl of her burden, she was definitely capable of exhausting Allison enough so that they could both at least get some sleep. Without Angel, Allison was likely doomed to a sleepless night. The Abberation had hoped that her girlfriend had simply stayed out later than usual, and would eventually come back, but no. It was 5 AM before Allison knew it, and they were under attack.

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A disheveled Allison Revel stood as close to a corner in the basement as she could get with a guitar strapped to her back and Pavrotti's birdcage in her hands. There were too many people around her, too much going on. She stared at the ground, keeping her gaze off even the bird in her hands. She kept her mind on her breathing, staying virtually motionless. It was the only way to keep herself stable.

A shout from one of the staff about there still being missing people pulled Allison out of her focus, drawing her panicked eyes across the crowd around her. Angel was still gone. What happened? She was fine, right? She'd probably be there soon. She's perfectly fine. Allison wasn't going to lose anyone else, it just wasn't going to happen. Her hands gripped the cage much too tightly, her knuckles white.

Allison looked down at the small bird in the cage, clearly they were both equally unhappy about the situation. The bird certainly didn't like her cage being carried around like that, at least by Allison. hopefully this was only a temporary arrangement. Allison didn't exactly know how to care for a bird, and she definitely didn't have the mental capacity to do it at the moment. Though she could at least consider her surroundings, her mind was gripped by much less important things.

"Angel will be here soon," Allison told herself repeatedly, though that sentiment was mostly ruled by a vain hope for relief, even though Angel couldn't bring such a thing. Slowly, an hour and a half passed, and Allison somehow managed to avoid pinning down the nearest person. There was still no Angel, and Allison was close to giving up hope. Angel wasn't coming. She was stuck out there somewhere, but she was definitely still out there, alive.

Aldritch rushed into the basement, and his words almost drowned in Allison's thoughts, though she caught the gist. They were to abandon the mansion, and go off to a ferry. Anyone left behind was dead untiil proven otherwise. Of course, Allison's first thought was to throw herself at the rain-soaked man, but her second was to stay behind and go after Angel. Allison wasn't just going to leave Angel for dead, especially if she wasn't yet. Just the hope that Angelique was still alive was enough to push Allison towards another suicide mission.

Allison's last conversation with Zoe repeated in her head, somewhere between thoughts of the length of Brent's member, and Emma's cup size. No suicide missions, or something to that effect at least. Rushing out against a group of murderous psychopaths definitely counted as a suicide mission.

Allison's eyes floated across her allies, her ears catching vague snippets of conversations. She stayed where she was, awkwardly holding a bird cage in the corner of the basement for what felt like much too long before she noticed a difference in headcount. A few had gone ahead down the tunnel, but Allison was sure, even in her foggy mental state, that Siena and Brent hadn't left yet. There was only one explanation, though from the conversations Allison overheard, they were going after Greg, not Angel. Angel had to be alive, she had to be. If no one else was going after her...

No, Allison couldn't just run off now. That would be foolish, she'd get herself killed, or succumb to her stigma. She'd have to convince the others to help her, and she certainly wasn't in the state for that. There was only one option, then. There were others staying behind, apparently to wait for Brent and Siena. Allison could have stayed behind with them, there was a chance that things would go wrong and people would need to rush back to the mansion to rescue the others. It was certainly enticing to the girl's stigma, and that's exactly why Allison forced herself to walk down the tunnel.

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_{Vague Hope}

HEY

Welcome to the Guild!

....stilltryingtofigureoutyouravatar...

@Ruby

it's a gif of Pinocchio lying in some water.

HEY

welcome, Notabak.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

Allison Revel hadn't talk to anyone since DC. Hours spent in silent contemplation, considering the horrors of reality. Was everyone around Allison really as bad as they seemed? At first, they had all looked like good people in a bad situation, but the longer things went on, the more heartless they showed themselves to be. Wolves in sheep's clothing, monsters pretending to be people. It was funny, civilians would always be quick to call subnaturals monsters, and in the end they got what they asked for. A bunch of monsters.

Of course, Allison Revel was no different. She was guided by self-preservation and her disgusting stigma, just like every other Aberration. Though, Allison Revel hadn't killed any innocent civilians. Allison Revel hadn't even considered the option. Though, she did lust for them in some perverse part of her brain controlled by that damned stigma. Every tainted thought designed to drive her mad and force her to commit the same violence as the rest of her ilk. It was a brutal torture, all because of a single choice. And she didn't even have it the worst. Sure, Allison Revel wanted to fuck corpses, but she didn't have the urge to rip the life out of those around her. Her stigma only nudged her towards that ledge. Zoe's, and possibly Angel's pushed them off it without hesitation.

After they arrived, Allison found herself hiding out in her designated room. She had tried to rest, but sleep seemed to evade her. Instead, she found herself pacing around the room, unable to stand still and unwilling to leave the room. Outside the uncomfortably nice room were the monsters that Allison had fought beside, along with more unfamiliar subnatural faces filling out the staff. It was an odd detail, the staff, but not one that Allison wanted to dwell on.

Allison's mind floated back to Angelique Lachance. Allison had forgiven Ernie, and had tried to help Zoe. Still, they weren't exactly wonderful people. Zoe still gave into her stigma from time to time, and Ernie just didn't seem like someone to trust. Why did Allison think that Angel would be any different? She was never going to be some pure maiden, not in this world. Was Angel redeemable? Allison didn't know. There was only one way to find out.

Allison's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the room around her seemed to fall away.

A Monster's Gift

Allison stopped in her tracks as darkness replaced everything around her, leaving only a strange silhouette on the horizon. The fact that there even was a horizon in this pitch black landscape was incredible, almost as if that figure loomed just outside of the world, unwilling to follow the rules and fade into the sudden darkness.

Somehow, Allison wasn't surprised by the colorless abyss she found herself, nor afraid of the ominous entity that seemed to stare her down. In fact, it almost seemed to have a familiarity about it. The tired girl found herself stumbling towards the figure in the darkness, moving with some sort of urgency. The further she moved, the more clear the figure on the horizon became, and the larger it seemed to become. Eventually, though, Allison's legs came to stop, and she stared up at the figure, which still loomed beyond the horizon. It was clear now, the strange, impossible, unknowable figure wore the face of an old friend. Allison stared in the silence for what felt like an eternity at the impossible stranger. The face was not theirs, but they wore it anyway, and Allison knew that. But why that face in particular? Why haunt Allison with old memories?

"Why are you doing this!" Allison wanted to shout, but found her voice caught in her throat. Instead, only silence was carried to the impossible stranger. Eventually, a hand reached down from the figure, still far beyond the horizon. The hand reached towards Allison, and opened to offer her something: A spark. It was small, almost depressingly so, but it was a promise of life. Of power.

And Allison took it.

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Allison's legs instantly returned to their pacing, solidifying the last few moments as nothing more than a dream. But why? Allison stumbled onto the bed, laying on her back and staring up into the darkness. She hadn't experienced something like that in weeks, and the last one was back during that horrifying first battle. Was this the same sort of dream?

Allison didn't give it much thought. Her eyes were finally feeling heavy. She could finally escape from the day's horrible events, if only for a few hours.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

A sudden burning gripped Allison's throat, forcing the breath from her. Blinding pain radiated from the aberration mark. She would've thought to lower herself into the nearest seat, but even such simple thoughts seemed to be driven away by the searing pain. Searing pain, followed by the appearance of a monstrosity made of ice, and a giant gelatinous blob. Had it been a week since their last fight already? These things seemed to occur on a fairly regular schedule. Things were only going to get worse. Suddenly, everything was falling.

A few solitary moments of floating, realization of what was going on, and silent waiting for everything to come to an end. Allison had survived climbing a monster made of pasta, as well as being stabbed in the eye with a table leg, but in those few seconds even she questioned the survivability of the situation. At the very least, something was going to break. Impact.

Breath flew from Allison again, the weight of a chandelier pinning her to the ground. Somehow, she had become tangled in it's wiring in her fall. Not good. Quick inspection. Zoe and Greg were trapped underneath as well. They needed to get out from underneath it. They needed to untangle themselves. The wires were constricting.

Zoe yelled something about cutting. She had yelled it at Allison. It felt way too loud, and it took way too long to comprehend. What did she mean? Cutting? Why Allison? The shard? Right, the shard. Allison's right hand was free enough that she could summon the thing. It felt like an eternity before it appeared in her hand, the familiar blade cutting through the chandelier and it's wires with ease. In moments, the trio were free, and able to remove themselves from the debris.

Allison sluggishly started to check herself for injury as she rose, allowing the shard to disappear. Nothing immediately felt broken, but with how sore every part of her was, it was hard to tell. Her fingers started to fly over her, checking for breaks, when she started to notice the transmissions from her classmates. Brent wanted everyone to say something, to make sure they were alive. Allison needed to do that as well. Her hands fell to her side before completing their mission. Checking herself for wounds was tiring, she needed to catch her breath first. She needed to say something. Allison took a deep breath, preparing to say she was alright, before she watched Zoe dash out of the remains of the suite. Not good.

The action shocked Allison at least partially out of her sluggish stupor. There was no way that she was going to let Zoe fight something like that alone, even if she could destroy it single-handedly. Besides, She wanted to use the shard more, just itching to stab the giant blob, no matter if it worked or not. She had to follow Zoe.

"Transmit." Allison's breathing was becoming less labored by the moment. "Going after Zoe," her voice was cold and tired, "over." Suddenly, Allison's legs started carrying her, as fast as they could, after the dangerous redhead.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Angélique | Allison

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟝, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕃𝕒 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕒, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝 / / 𝟙𝟛𝟘𝟘

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_{Collab with @Riffus Maximus}

It took Angelique a while to finally get to the motel. After having breakfast with Ernest, the black-haired Aberration began wandering around town. Luckily for her, her changed appearance and scarf around her neck provided just enough disguise to roam about without attracting unwanted attention. However, she got a bit lost. While it had always been interesting to discover a new town, the brightness of the day was getting to the young woman's eyes. Thanks to the clouds, it wasn't debilitating dazing, but it was still too bright for comfort. She just couldn't wait to finally get a room at the motel and shut herself off in the darkness to let her eyes rest from all the exposed light she had been suffering through recently.

After clearing up with the guards that she was Angelique Lachance, member of Experimental Unit B and returning from the hospital, she was allowed to make her way into the motel. She was quickly assigned a room number where she could sleep and rest until they were ready to leave town. However, it was a bit boring all by her lonesome self, in her little room. Wondering if there was anything in the motel worth using for entertainment, Angel walked up to the main lobby, She found some pens and paper.

Now that she was thinking about it, she did promise Siena to write something for her and sing it along with playing her newly bought guitar. Now that she was bored and looking for something to do for a few days, maybe it was the time to try and get this thing started? Taking a comfortable seat, Angel began writing down ideas on a sheet of paper, all the while she started listening to her playlist on her phone.

A freshly showered and clothed Allison made her way to the motel lobby, about to make her way to the hospital to see her friend. Fate, though, seemed to have other plans, as Angelique was instead there in the motel lobby. Allison was thankful, her rather sore body even more so. The brunette was about to call out to the metalhead before noticing that she had headphones in, deciding to instead sit near Angel. Upon closer inspection, the girl was doing some writing, likely of music if Allison had to guess.

"Hey" Allison said with a slight wave as she settled into her seat next to the metalhead.

Despite being lost in thoughts as she submitted her mind to the process of lyrical pursuit, Angel caught a silhouette approaching her from aside and sitting down next to her. Her music was so loud she didn't hear what the other person said, so she turned her head to see who it was as she removed her headphones.

It was her best friend, Allison. Immediately, whatever focused expression she had on her face transformed into a bright smile. Ever since they came back yesterday, Angel had wanted to see her friend, see how well she was doing after the fight. But the evening visits took all of her time and by the time she was done, her body wouldn't obey anything but sleep.

"Alice! It's so good to see you alright." Angel replied, shooting herself from her chair to reach for Allison and give her a friendly hug.

Allison was slightly startled by the sudden hug, but embraced it nonetheless.

"How are you doing? I would've gone to see you last night, but with everything that happened... I was exhausted. Sorry." For a moment, Allison considered telling her friend what happened with Kusari, but decided to leave it out. This wasn't the time or place to discuss something like that.

"It's alright, I understand." came the reply from the fallen idol Aberration, offering her friend a comforting pat in the back before releasing the girl from her warm embrace. "It's been... quite a day." she added.

"I was glad to hear you haven't been hospitalized. I take it everything went well for your team?"

"Yea..." Allison settled back in to her seat. "I guess you could say that for my team. Lily and... Kusari..." Allison's eyes moved to the floor "they're both fine." She took in a deep breath, as if hoping the air would force the bad memories of the previous day back into hiding. "Everything just happened so fast..." Allison leaned forward, resting her head in her hands. "I helped kill someone, Angel. Two people, technically. Yea, they were trying to kill us, but that doesn't change what happened. I can't kill anyone with it, " Allison had raised herself slightly now, and was staring at her empty right hand, "But it's almost worse, like I'm trying to absolve myself of any of the guilt just by having this fucking curse!" Her head dove back into both her hands. "And Savannah! Savannah's dead." She let those words fill the air for a few moments. "I can't even tell who's responsible anymore. Should I be mad at everyone else for not saving her, myself for not getting there fast enough, the people I helped kill for causing her death, or the fucking government for putting her in this situation in the first place? You know, they could probably heal her if they wanted to, with what's his name... Benediction? They won't. They'll let a little girl die just like they let Alexis die, like the others who's names I never got to learn before their lives were cut short."

Allison was fully slumped over at this point, head resting on her knees. She gave herself a moment to breath, and maybe cry, though her eyes stayed dry, before continuing without giving her friend time to interrupt. "I've seen so much death, Angel. I don't want anyone else to die. Death's inevitable though, isn't it? I wish I could just stop it." Her wishes were foolish, idealistic like a child. Pointless. "I'm sorry," Allison brought herself back up, though only halfway, still leaning forward. "It's just been too much to take in, I guess..."

Angel could only but watch and listen to her friend’s laments as she opened her heart and poured on sadness out. She could not blame the girl for being so down after what happened yesterday. In fact, Angel did not fully expect Allison to have taken part of the battle with the Rogues, which made Angel feel a bit worse about herself. Somehow, Allison reminded the raven-haired Aberration of herself; being so caring of the others, so quick to take the blame upon herself, so conflicted.

And yet, why did Angel felt somewhat detached from all this? Was it because she wasn’t there to see it from her own eyes? Or was it from the enlightenment she had experienced after the battle yesterday? Angel could not explain it, but she felt oddly at peace with herself as she watched Allison slumping pitifully.

As if to comfort the depressed Aberration, Angélique extended her hand to Allison’s shoulder. “You know, I was thinking about that for a while yesterday before going to sleep. I tried to blame myself for not having ordered someone from my team to go help the others as soon as they were ambushed. I tried blaming myself for staying at the front after we finished the clockwork army to wait for Christmas to come and heal us, instead of heading with my other teammates to help those who needed it.”

Angel paused, keeping for herself that it would have been a major mistake to have left the frontlines, considering what Hazel was about to do to Ernest and Christmas. If she hadn’t been there to stop the raging Aberration, it was probable the two members of former Healer Team Halvost would be no more today. Again, Ernie’s thanks for saving him replayed in Angélique’s mind, doubling her confidence of having stayed put.

“But you are right on most accounts. It’s everyone’s fault. The institute, ourselves, everyone and the Rogues. We didn’t act quickly enough or take the right decisions to help turn the tides of the battle. Some lost control, some were caught in a position they shouldn’t have been in, some made bad calls and some weren’t just powerful enough to deal with this fight. Don’t put all the blame on yourself, Allison. At the very least, rejoice that we are both alive. To see each other again. To fight for another day. To honor and avenge those who we have lost. To become stronger and one day perhaps make a difference in this world.”

Allison threw her arms around Angelique, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Maybe she was right. Don't give up hope, and keep moving forward.

"Thank you." There were so many things to thank Angel for. For being her friend, for listening to her vent, for her kind words, and for just being there.

Angélique only nodded, feeling the warmth of the embrace lifting a burden off her shoulder along with how thankful Allison seemed to be from her pep talk. Angel wasn't strong enough to protect everyone right now, but if her words could inspire others to become stronger, then she would consider it a victory nonetheless.

"So, what have you been up to ever since we arrived here? Have an idea what we could be doing to kill time, now that we don't have a guitar in hands to enjoy hours of musical productivity?"

Allison wanted to hang onto that hug for a bit longer, but let go before it got too awkward. Letting go was probably a good thing though, given the activity of Allison's stigma. A nearly irresistible want to stay close to the metalhead for as long as possible. A simple hug was surprisingly dangerous.

"Not much," Allison said truthfully, "mostly sleeping, I guess." She wasn't lying, at least. Allison had no idea what the two of them could do. "Other than just hanging around and talking? I don't know. We could walk around town?" As she spoke, she recalled the news media outside. "We'd probably be hounded by reporters, though..." That made the prospect a little less enjoyable, so Allison attempted to think of something else. "I interrupted you, didn't I? What were you working on?"

Given how hard it was to get here without catching all the attention of the media, Angel figured she didn't want to step outside anytime soon. Plus, the brightness of the day would just hurt her more than what she already went through this morning and yesterday at the hospital. No, she wanted to stay in the motel, away from the bright lights.

"Oh, nothing too important. Remember that expensive guitar I have in my room that Siena bought me when we went on a shopping trip two weeks ago? Well, I kind of feel indebted to her for gifting me something this incredible. I figured I'd be writing a song for her to pay her back." Angel explained, scratching her head as she stared at the blank sheets of paper.

"Been a while since the last time I composed anything though. I seem to have a block."

A bold lie. Angel remembered having written down a song, explaining about her Stigma, only three days ago. But it felt so hollow, so meaningless, that she didn't want to acknowledge she wrote something like that.

"Could I try and help? As repayment for interrupting you, of course. I probably won't be too much help, but maybe I'll give you some inspiration" Allison said, looking at the pieces of paper.

"Sure!" Angelique chirped, handing a few sheets of paper and a pen to Allison with an expression of glee. "Writing a song isn't really so tough. You just have to find a subject first. Then focus on it. Develop the idea. A bit like writing an essay in class, or a poem rather. It has to come from the heart though. If you're trying too much to get it out of your head, it might come out as something superficial."

The pair sat and wrote for a while, bouncing ideas off of one another and laughing at particularly bad ones. A small pile of crumpled papers had begun to build up next to Allison, ones that she had refrained from showing to her friend, a hoard of secret bad ideas. If Angel read them, Allison would probably either die of embarrassment or jump on top of her and rip her clothes off. The brunette's stigma hadn't gotten easier to handle, and channeling creativity straight from her heart was just asking her to put her curse onto the page.

After awhile and the silence settled in, Angélique looked towards her friend's direction. It was nice to see the girl showing such enthusiasm and being so focused on the thing, It kind of reminded Angel of herself in her early days as a musician. Brought her back memories of brainstorming ideas for a new song. If only, back in the days, someone like Allison would have been part of her band. That would have made the 'teaming-up' band thing a more enjoyable experience with someone she appreciated.

"Sooo~, what kind of ideas did you come up with? Mind if I take a look at them?" Angel asked, genuinely interested in the sort of subjects Allison was thinking of.

"It's probably all terrible, but here, take a look." Allison passed over the paper she had been slaving over for most of the time. The page was filled with various ideas and lyrical segments, though seemingly nothing finished, written in every direction and at various sizes, as if the goal was just to fill up the page. A few lines had been scratched out, one that is preceded by something about Allison's mother, another started with "Oh, the things I would do to" before abruptly being cut off by scratch marks. The longest piece on the page was roughly 8 lines long, mentioning glowing red eyes and lies in a childishly simple rhyme scheme. The only piece that rivaled it was what seemed to be the makings of a love song, the subject of which seemed to have their name mentioned multiple times, but always scratched out.

Allison wanted to rip the paper away and tear it apart, but she let Angel read it, despite her own anxiousness.

Eagerly, Angélique took the paper Allison handed her and began reading it. Being a songstress, the raven-haired idol was very keen on analyzing texts, poems and such. It was probably her only real academically-honed skill. Due to her currently bad eyesight, Angel could not make out what had been written underneath all the scratching, but it didn’t matter much. Ideas were meant to be put into paper, weighed if they were worth being kept and scratched if deemed unnecessary. Allison seemed to have a good writing process, for someone saying they weren’t very skilled in musical creativity. Very good for an amateur, even.

After reading over the lacking parts, Angel set her focus on the two main parts of the sheet. The one about red eyes and lies was fascinating, as if explaining a concern or a conflict on paper. It was interesting, and made the expert musician want to ask further about that part.

But the most interesting part was the one that got Angélique’s heart fluttering: the love song. It was so touchy, so romantic, and so cute. The young woman got goosebumps over reading it. A soft smile creeped on her lips as she was done reading it. It was clear a name had been repeated a few times on that poem, but she couldn’t make out what it was. That love song was partly something she was looking for: something that came from the heart. Reading it over again, it made Angel feel like Allison was harboring that special feeling for someone close to her.

“That’s… actually pretty good! Those lines about the red eyes and the overall subject of lies, it got me intrigued. And that’s what you want to get in a song: intrigue. Build up the momentum, until you reach the climax and let the true meaning of the song break free.” Angel explained her interest over the eight lines that she found fascinating. “And the love song… is actually my favorite out of what you wrote. It feels like it comes from the heart, from your very soul. It’s very inspiring. I found it lovely to be honest.”

Angel paused, letting her opinions sink into the brunette’s mind and building up the courage to ask her friend about the love song.

“Say… what you wrote in there… are those feelings you had for someone in your life before, or someone from the school?”

Allison slowly pulled away the piece of paper, her eyes darting to the ground. Her cheeks were glowing red after Angel's question. "S-someone from the school." She answered truthfully.

Angélique let out a playful "Oooh~" when hearing Allison's answer. She did not spoke much about her private life, nor did Angel saw the girl all that much outside their frequent evening hang-outs, busy as she was all day long. She wondered who that lucky person might be? But she didn't mean to pry too much on her best friend's secrets, if she was actually keen on keeping it a secret that is. But curiosity gnawed at her. Surely she won't mind telling her, being best friends and all.

"Is it someone from our class? No wait, is it someone I know?" the ex-rockstar asked cheerfully, a grin as wide as her face could manage.

"Maybe..." Allison said playfully. Angel was a bit dense, it seemed. "I might tell you later, but for now I think I'll keep that little secret to myself." Allison's face was still bright red. She desperately wanted to change the subject. "By the way, are you rooming with anyone?"

Angel's lips pursed into an exaggerated pout, playfully faking disappointment. Well, it seems like finding out her secret love would have to wait for another day. She can't really force the truth out of her if she didn't want to tell, would it?

"Unfortunately, no. Seems like whoever is in charge of keeping us in line here assumed I'd like to have a room for myself, just like at the institute."

"Mind if I room with you, then?"

The fallen rockstar's face beamed when she heard these words. Was she for real? That was the best proposal she could have gotten so far ever since they got in La Plata. Having watched Siena talk with Marcus on the evening they got in town, in the hospital, she couldn't deny she was feeling envious of the two, wishing she also was rooming with someone. Now, it would appear one of her wishes would be fulfilled, if only temporarily.

"You sure? That would be... awesome! I'd very much like that, yes!" Angel said, not even hiding a single bit of her excitement.

"Awesome!" Allison wrapped her friend in a tight hug. "I'll meet back up with you later, then. For now, I think i'm gonna go talk a walk." She released her friend, a warm smile plastered across her face. She quickly gathered up the discarded hoard of papers, leaving the one good one on the table. She took the papers to the nearest garbage can and ripped them into tiny shreds. Though, Allison had missed one ball of paper which still remained near Angel. Allison made her way out of the building, her face still flushed, matching her giddy, childlike smile.

Angélique waved a cheerful good bye hand to her departing friend. Well, it was time to wrap this brainstorming session. For now, what they have done would suffice. She needed a break to refill her ideas.

As she got up and started cleaning the sheets of paper and pens littering around their sitting spot in the lobby, one crumpled ball of paper caught Angel's attention. That wasn't one of hers? Angel didn't like the idea of crumpling papers, as sometimes she would go back to her previous idea and try to get ideas out of the ones that failed to make it. If it was Allison's, Angel was only the more curious about her friend's writing process, see what kind of other ideas the girl had.

As she read through the sheet of paper, Angel's smile slowly faded, her mouth left agape that she had hidden underneath an open palm and her cheeks flushed red like never before.

'Oh, the things I would do to you, Angel' was only the first line of the love song Allison had previously written. It was basically the same thing as the one Angel had previously read, but this version of the song was... particularly more explicit, and the places that were scratched until no longer readable were written with a name: Angel. But there was no denying it, it wasn't just a song about what Allison had imagined doing with Angélique. It also had the heart and the burning passion it previously exuded, only the more intense.

A lump formed itself in the raven-haired young woman. Her heartbeat had grown erratic. How did she not notice about Allison's feelings before? Was it Allison's plot to reveal her secret love to Angélique in such fashion? It was certainly... romantic, to say the least. Angel did not know how to feel about all this. She had her handful of people proposing to her in the past, being a gorgeous and popular young woman, but she never accepted the feelings of any before. She never found herself attracted to anyone. People had even started calling her 'asexual' because of the sheer number of people she rejected without accepting a single person's feelings.

And yet... it was different this time. Unlike before, it's not as if she completely wanted to reject Allison's feelings. In fact, it was touching to know she felt that way about her. Even Angel herself was now finding herself confused in her feelings. She felt especially close to Allison, after having hanged out more than a few times already, eating and eve fighting together in life-risking situations Was Allison her best friend, a soul sister, a potential lover? She could not tell anymore now.

Still red from embarrassment, Angel quickly picked the remainder of her stuff and left towards her room, unconsciously folding the piece of paper containing Allison's feelings into the pocket of her jeans.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel|Callan Webb

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟝, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕃𝕒 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕒, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝 / / 𝟙𝟚𝟛𝟘

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_{Collab with @Baklava}

Bag of belongings in hand, Callan stood outside the only room whose occupant she could be somewhat sure of. Room seventeen. Kusari’s room. Her knuckles hovered over the wooden door for a moment. Emma’s chat from earlier came to mind. ‘Abrasive’ was the word she’d used to describe Kusari. That was certainly one way to put it.

It’ll be fine, Callan tried to reassure herself. Anyway, it would be nice to see how Kusari was doing after her breakdown yesterday. She’d seemed pretty upset and Callan had almost felt a little bad for sending her off alone when it was obvious she wanted company.

As gently as possible, Callan knocked on the door.

No answer.

She knocked a second and third time, a bit louder. Huh. She hadn’t considered that Kusari might be out. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing though. Slowly turning the knob, Callan found it was unlocked and eased the door open.

“Kusari?” she called out tentatively, immediately covering her mouth when she noticed the breathing mound beneath the sheets on one of the beds. Oh. She was asleep. Callan chewed her lip, still lingering in the doorway. What now? She didn’t want to wake Kusari up.

She carefully closed the door behind her, eyeing the entrance to the bathroom. She must've been pretty heavily asleep if she'd slept through all that noise just now. Just a quick shower, then. And then she’d go hang out in the lobby or something so Kusari could sleep in peace. Tip toeing past the bed, Callan froze just before she reached the bathroom. A set of clothes lay crumpled on the unused bed-- complete with bra and underwear.

Callan blushed immediately. This had been a mistake. She shouldn't have come here. What was she thinking?? Her eyes slid back over to the occupied bed and she took a deep breath. So Kusari liked to sleep in the nude. That... that wasn't a big deal. She was already here. She'd just hurry up and finish her shower and get out. Not a big deal. Finally making up her mind, Callan hurriedly slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and trying her damnedest to think clean thoughts.

Was last night a mistake? Allison asked herself as consciousness came back to her. She still felt the stigma searing her brain. She could've gone for hours longer and still never reach actual relief. Sure, it was enjoyable in the moment, but she always found herself craving even more, as if the night had just begun. It was almost sickeningly intolerable how necessary that relief that never came was. For Allison Revel, sex was an exercise in futility that was too tempting to avoid.

Allison couldn't help but feel like she had used Kusari, and in that only wasted both their time. She could only hope that Kusari had enjoyed the experience, though considering Kusari was long gone from the space in the bed next to Allison, it was likely destined to be little more than a one night stand. Did Allison even like Kusari? Was it just the stigma driving her? Allison needed to let off some steam.

Allison sat up from under the covers, and slammed her fist into the mattress. There was no place within this motel for her to just go and destroy stuff to sate her disgusting curse, not without destroying property of course. Allison was stuck with herself like this for a few days at least. She slammed her fist into the mattress again; it didn't help. She didn't want a repeat of last night, she didn't want to take advantage of someone else like that. She wanted an actual relationship, not just meaningless sex with someone she'd only known for a day. Could she resist something so tempting in the future? Allison hoped that this sort of thing wouldn't happen again, at least not with her stigma so active.

Allison gave herself a few minutes to calm down and wake up. It didn't take long for Allison's brain to return to the concept of love. She didn't know how she really felt about Kusari, but there was another friend she'd been thinking about for weeks now. Angelique Lechance. How did Allison feel about her? She thought Angel to be absolutely wonderful, having spent a few nights playing guitar with the metalhead, but was there any real love there, not the stigma-induced lust, that was always present, but actual love? Allison wished her stigma would just disappear so she could determine her own feelings. She found herself punching the mattress again.

Now that she was thinking about Angel, wasn't she in the hospital last night? She was probably healed and fully well by now, but it probably wouldn't hurt to go see her. Better late than never. Allison felt kind of bad for not going to see her friend.

Allison got up from the bed, exposing her naked body to the cold air of the motel room. She needed a shower. Though, now that she noticed the soft pitter patter coming from the bathroom, she realized that Kusari had beaten her there. Allison had thought the girl had left completely, but maybe Allison was wrong. Maybe this would be more than a one night stand.

"Hey, Kusari?" Allison said, knocking on the door. There was no answer. Allison twisted the doorknob, cracking the door open. "Hey, Kusari?" She said again.

Scrubbing the dirt particles out of her hair from her second rooftop adventure that week, Callan wasn't alerted to Allison's presence until she heard the door creak open. Hands and head drowning in shampoo, Callan paused, shocked to hear that it wasn't Kusari. But... if it wasn't Kusari, then who?

......

Had that not been Kusari in the bed? Why was there only one bed messed up? Was that girl naked? Why had Kusari invited her to her room last night?

Rapid fire questions kept going off in her head. So quickly and loud that she almost forgot to answer the mystery intruder.

"Uh-- K.. Kusari isn't here?" Callan answered, her voice dipping into a question. What else was she supposed to say? Who the hell was in Kusari's room? Why did she think this would be a good idea?

"Oh god, I'm sorry!" Allison slammed the door back shut and retreated from the door. That wasn't Kusari. Who was that? Who would just walk into a room with someone clearly sleeping it in. Did they know Kusari? Was it that girl Kusari went to talk to last night, Callan?

Allison wanted to run and hide, but doing so would probably be weird, and she really wanted to take a shower. Oh, right, Allison was still naked. She scrambled over to the bed with her pile of clothes, and rushed to clothe herself before sitting on the disheveled bed and waiting for the other girl to leave the bathroom.

Halfway through the girl's apology, Callan tried to hurry up and rinse the soap off her hand so she could peek out of the shower. Edging back the curtain, the door swung shut before she could catch a glimpse of who it was.

She didn't have the wrong room did she? The girl was asking for Kusari. She must've just decided to room with someone else-- that's all.

Callan finished rinsing herself off as quickly as she could, throwing open the curtain and sloppily toweling off her hair at lightening speed. Throwing the towel around her torso, she pushed the sopping wet strands of aquamarine behind her ear and opened the door just enough to see Allison sitting on the bed.

"Uh-- sorry if I spooked you," Callan apologized, "I thought you were... uh... you're rooming with Kusari?"

"I was, yeah." Allison looked away from the cracked-open door. "Probably just for the one night, though. With everything that happened I didn't really want to be alone. Probably shouldn't bother her for too much longer..." Allison trailed off. "You're Callan, right?" Allison only got a slight glimpse of the girl, but there was only one student with brown skin and aquamarine hair.

Those clothes the girl was wearing... they were definitely familiar. As was the the girl. Remembering Savannah's corpse cradled in the girl's arms, Callan was ashamed to realize she couldn't remember her name. "Yeah," she answered. Callan leaned out of the doorway just enough to aimlessly glance over the room. "Uh," her eyes flickered to Allison and she smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I don't, uh. I don't remember your name."

She chose not to comment on the being alone part. She supposed it was nice to hear that Kusari had had company last night, although a small part of her was still wondering about why the girl had been naked.

"Allison." she said, her eyes floating anywhere around the room that wasn't the girl in the doorway. An image of Callan floating among stone spires with only one arm popped into Allison's head. "Is your arm alright?" It was a stupid question, of course she was alright with the healers and everything, Allison was just trying to fill the silence.

Allison. She tried to commit the name to memory. "Yeah, it's fine," she shrugged with a slight frown. "Hey, you don't have to change rooms. I just didn't know Kusari was rooming with anyone. I can hunt down a different room."

"No, no, It's probably better if I go to a different room. I was planning to, anyway." Kusari must've asked Callan to room with her when she went to visit her. She never had any plans for it to be anything more than a one night stand. This wasn't the time to think about that anyway. "Err... I should probably go. Sorry for disturbing you, Callan." Allison got up to leave.

Callan floundered for a response. "Ah--" I'm the one who should be sorry, is what she wanted to say. But it felt awkward trying to prolong the conversation as Allison started heading towards the door. She couldn't help but wonder if something had happened. Perhaps it was her fault-- she should have just asked around for an empty room to shower in.

Allison stopped moving towards the door and turned her head at the awkward response, or lack there of. It seemed as if Callan wanted to say something. "Hm?"

Still floundering, the question clumsily spilled out of Callan's mouth before she could finish thinking it through. "Why don't you want to keep rooming with Kusari?"

"Um.." Allison's mind panicked to find a response that didn't involve mentioning that she had slept with Kusari. She turned back around to face Callan, pointing awkwardly to the X mark on her neck. "Well... It's just better for me to be alone."

"Oh," Callan blinked in surprise. For some reason she hadn't suspected Allison to be the reason. "Sorry," she said quickly, "Uh. Alright then. If you're sure... I'll see you around."

"Yea..." Allison turned to leave again, but stopped momentarily in the doorway. "Listen, this was pretty awkward. Maybe we can talk later? You seem nice, at least. See you around, Callan." Allison darted away to the first empty room she could find.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel|Kusari Bloodworth

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_{Collab with @Piercing Light}

They had taken Savannah away. That was all that Allison could think about on the ride to the motel, staring at her hands the whole time. She didn't put up much of a fight when they came for the body, but she did yell something nearly incomprehensible about Benediction and bringing the dead girl back to life. Her efforts would be fruitless, she knew that. Why would they waste Benediction's time bringing some kid back to life? Savannah's life didn't matter.

By the time Allison had coaxed herself out of her trance, and pulled her gaze away from her hands, she was being led toward a motel in the town of La Plata, along with the rest of the students. It seemed that they wouldn't be going back to the school for now. This would be their temporary home for the next few days, a motel in a small town surrounded by press and soldiers. The easiest option would be to stay in a room and rest until they were told to leave; Allison's tired body definitely preferred this idea. Though, being alone in a room was the last thing Allison wanted right now. She needed to talk to someone, for various reasons.

Allison immediately began looking through her fellow students. Angel was nowhere to be found, as she was taken in another vehicle with the injured. They had probably been taken to a hospital, for obvious reasons, Allison would have to go there later. Angel was probably okay, but it was still a good idea to go see how she was doing.

The brunette spotted someone else rather quickly, a thin, white-haired girl who she'd been with over the course of the battle.

"Kusari!" Allison's voice was shaky and weak, but it was loud enough to be serviceable. She approached the girl, though, realizing that her eyes were quite red, and her cheeks were tear-soaked, she quickly tried to wipe her tears away with her hands, but this only served to spread dirt across her cheeks.

Listless red eyes stared at the motel commandeered for Kusari and her fellow students. Why weren't they on a private jet or something to head back to the school? She was too tired and angry to bother thinking about it too much. Her eyes widened as she heard Allison call out to her. She turned to see a teary, dirty face looking back at her. Savannah's death obviously hit her hard, they must have been getting along. If she cared so much then why did she waste time cutting up that automaton? She almost wanted to say it out loud, but she already knew the answer. Aberrations really couldn't control themselves, could they?

"Did you want something?" Kusari asked as she began to walk towards the motel.

"No, not really... I mean, how are you doing? Are you alright? Everything happened so fast..." Allison attempted to wipe the dirt from her face as she spoke, her words a mess almost as cluttered as her thoughts.

Kusari raised a brow at Allison. It sounded more like she was the one that needed to be asked if she was alright. "Chill out,
I'm fine. I'm the last person you should worry about." Kusari said. She'd been disregarding her safety far more often than would be normal. "Hrmm..." Kusari looked slightly up and tapped her chin. "Your stigma... It's eased down...
or something?"

"Y-yea." The question reminded her of the machine, filled with bodies both living and dead, and how she had cut it down and ran away without care for those inside. Allison tried not to dwell on it. They should've stopped and healed them, but they didn't.

Allison's head felt as if it was stuffed with cotton balls. Everything seemed dulled, but Allison's stigma was still clearly present. It wasn't ruling her mind, but she definitely felt it, her thoughts crawling with it. The fighting hadn't been enough to fully sate it, of course nothing would, but it was almost as if the chaos around her had made it hunger for more.

"I'm sorry... I just feel like I need to talk to someone, with everything that's happened..."

"I hear what you're saying but..." Kusari looked back towards the motel. "We can talk in my room later, after I wash this crap off of me and visit Cal in the Hospital." She said brushing crumbled pavement off her shoulder.

"Yea, of course, I'm sorry. I should probably do the same." Allison quietly berated herself for not noticing something so obvious. She considered, for a moment, asking to join Kusari, but quickly abandoned this idea though it was hard to hide the embarrassment at the thought from flooding her cheeks. Allison hurried into the building.

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_{A Long Night}

After scrubbing to the point her skin started to glow with her power, Kusari decided she had finally gotten the smell of death and gravel off of her and stepped out of the shower. She ended up soaking an entire towel just drying her hair, she was tempted to just cut it off and not bother, but then she'd have a pile of wet hair sitting in the bathroom and she didn't feel like explaining that.

She walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her thin body. She was reminded of the time she walked out in front of Callan showing off more skin than she should have. The reaction, or lack of reaction rather, was depressing to think about. "Hey Allison." She said, looking as if she were contemplating an existential conundrum. "I'm attractive, right? But am I like... 'I'd hit that' attractive?" She said, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.

The tired brunette sat, waiting on the bed farther from the bathroom door for a while before Kusari made her entrance. Allison's face became flushed immediately as the tall, lithe girl stepped out with only a towel wrapped around her. Her hands tightly gripped the mattress, her arms tense at her sides. She quickly averted her gaze to the floor. Anyone could tell she was flustered from a mile away. Somewhere in her head, she knew it had to just be teasing, but her stigma was still gnawing at her, so many things she wanted to say and do to the nearly naked girl. She turned her head to face Kusari again, staring deep into her eyes.

"Yea, there is definitely something attractive about you, Kusari."

Well this was certainly surprising. Allison had reacted in a pretty obvious manner. Her gaydar was broken for sure. She was simply expecting a boring answer, but now she had a wave of thoughts with ulterior motives. She felt her face heat up as Allison looked her in the eyes.
"T-that so?" She anxiously gripped her towel near her chest. "This body of mine hasn't exactly been great for my self-esteem. So that um, that means a lot to me." She stammered. Her heart was beating faster now, each pump like a knock on the door of her inhibitions.

This wasn't okay though, was it? She still liked Callan, but the blue topped girl wasn't into her, besides it's not like they're dating anyway, so hooking up with someone wouldn't be a betrayal, right?

Kusari shot up from the bed. "Sorry, I uh, need to get my clothes from the dryer." She said, about to leave.

Allison immediately stood, and moved towards the mostly naked girl, grasping her shoulder.

"Are you really going to tease someone like that and leave them cold?" Allison's mind was numb, her body felt hot. Kusari started this, and Allison needed her to finish it, even if it was just the stigma driving her.

Kusari jumped as Allison grabbed her shoulder. This was a tempting mess she'd gotten herself into. She could easily leave right this moment, it wasn't as if she'd feel bad for saying no. As she thought about it, she couldn't find much reason to turn Allison down. What was the worst that would happen? She wouldn't feel awkward about it later, she wasn't so naive as to consider it something to be ashamed of or hidden. Still, she needed to see Callan first, just to make sure she was doing alright

Kusari turned around and faced Allison. She is cute, and after all the shit I've gone through I deserve this right? Kusari took a deep breath and put on a confident face. "Alright, but first you need to take a shower." She also really did need to get her clothes from the dryer, the motel staff were likely too afraid to even touch her things. "I'll be back later." She said, grabbing a robe from the room's closet and putting it on, making sure to avoid flashing Allison. Silly all things considered, but it was basically by reflex. She left the room and headed for the laundry room.

Kusari was right, Allison was in desperate need of a shower, given the dirt still present on her face and hands. She had a while to wait on Kusari, it seemed. Allison took her time in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day's events. She had time to get her clothes to the laundry room, and wait in a robe on one of the room's beds. She had started to consider whether or not this was a good idea. Kusari was certainly nice, but Allison had only known the girl for the better part of a day. It was clearly the stigma pushing things forward, but then again, Kusari did seem legitimately interested. That was concerning in itself, though. Why was Kusari so quick to do this? Well, as quick as one could be when going to visit someone else first. She had gone to visit Callan, right? The girl who's arm Zoe had rotted off. Was Kusari with this Callan, or something, or maybe she was being denied by her? Allison dropped the train of thought relatively quickly. She had no right to judge someone for using her as an out for sexual frustration. Allison went to retrieve her dried clothes and take them back to the room before Kusari returned.

Having returned from visiting Callan, Kusari was now standing in front of the door to her room. She felt a pang of guilt in her chest, after all she was about to sleep with someone right after meeting the girl she had a crush on. She's not into me anyway. She repeated in her head multiple times. She reached for the door, but stopped as her eyes met the crimson gleam of her claws. Wasn't this... a problem? Allison seemed to not mind her monstrous limbs, but she couldn't exactly be gentle with this arm. "It'll be... fine." She said to herself, before opening the door.

"Hey." She greeted Allison, who was looking much cleaner than she was before. "Sorry for taking so long." She said, walking over to the mini-fridge. She took out a bottle of water and sat down on the bed. She patted the bed, inviting Allison to sit next to her. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting to be doing anything like this after all that happened. But I guess it beats moping around."

"Hey." Allison moved next to Kusari, still wearing one of the motel's robes instead of her regular clothes, which were piled neatly on the other bed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Trust me, I've thought about it." Kusari said. "Any of us could die tomorrow, or the day after that.
I don't plan on letting all of this break me down." She took a drink of the water, just now realizing how thirsty she was. She looked over to the pile of Allison's clothes. So she isn't wearing anything under that... She was past the point of being flustered any more.

"Do you have any experience with this sort of thing?" Allison spoke softly, lightly resting her hand on Kusari's shoulder. This was the point of no return.

"I've only ever had a boyfriend, so... sort of? I'm sure I can figure it out." Kusari really didn't want to think about her ex, he dropped her faster than a bag of scorpions once he found out she was a subnatural. Kusari took the hand on her shoulder into her left hand. Allison had warm hands, it was comforting in a way.

"I'll take the lead then." Allison moved as close as she could, and leaned in to press her lips against Kusari's. She had a feeling this was going to be a long night.