From the Outside(open)

[Avice Locke]

Swinging in a hammock out in the wilderness she held her child close as they were high in trees many feet from the ground away from beasts and Qi beasts that might roam and loam about too closely. The infant sleeps on her chest breathing softly a blanket over the two of them and an empty sky overhead. Avice looked to the city skyline and would make out Cabal grounds in the distance... The instincts she felt about this land were of constant fear and loathing. There was few ideas she wouldn't second guess. But she needed to think not just about herself. The new born was barely days old she needed to be in a safe and secure place. The wilderness was not that place.

A small cough came from the babe's throat hardly enough to stir him but enough to let her know his throat was indeed dry and sore. They were both feeling the effects of the smoke and explosive festival they attended. She was bruised, battered, and indeed worn.

They got off relatively unscathed thanks to the Blood King. Oh how she couldn't shake her encounter with him why he made such an impression on her. Yet more so he felt dangerous. Two opposing instincts caused her to be confused and concerned. She recognized his armor as those who would be familiar with it being of Prota's creation. She too has a similar Qi... One of which she was not familiar with how she achieved in getting. She brushed her soul crystal on her neck with her finger tips. The Fox that dwelled on in Avice's power was not a talkative one as of late. Avice and her have a complicated relationship bordering on who is more useful to the other to make their combined existence worth living for. Neither were finished and neither was useless enough to finish the other.

Avice would settle for a desision and sleep on it for in the morning she would stand before Cabal gates and walk in he front entrance to see if this was the right choice.

[Thorn Wyatt]

A young boy stands just inside the entrance, staring at her.

As she passes through, he steps forward.

"You have a baby."

[Avice Locke]

"Aayyye!" She might have been a bit startled. "Did n'one evar tell ye nay be skulking 'bout?!" she huffed. "Aye th' wee babe's me own... An' who might ya be?"

The flustered and fast speaking Avice had difficulty calming her accent. The accent of an Uneducated English sow raised by Pirates that sold not but fish or flowers in a broken and poor port town until now.

[Thorn Wyatt]

He squints at her, as if doubting what she's saying is true.

Or even English.

"Thorn. Why do you have a baby here?"

[Avice Locke]

"I fucked an' now I be a bit stuck with 'im, me own choice made. Bein' parentless meself it's like a big ol' stick it to 'em." She meant how she may get keep the child simply to tell her parents dead or missing that she was going to do wat they couldn't as if it was an act of ultimate rebellion against their shitjob of raising a kid. She looked back to Cabal. "Though... 'ere? I 'eard some good an' bad things... Frankly I am hopin' to see if I be able to stay a while safe an' start learnin' a few skills t' use in me life."

[Thorn Wyatt]

"It isn't an inn."

Thorn says flatly.

"These kinds of places are dangerous."

[Avice Locke]

It's a military trainin' facility aye? I was just sleepin' out in the woods... Not much safer. Don't you have jobs, protect the front lines, of civilization, grow yarself to use abilities? Ask me it be one of the safest places for me at the moment." She chuckled. "Of did you think I was going to carry this bundle of joy into a Battlefield? Aye no, I heard there might be a nursery... Something I thought to see myself."

[Thorn Wyatt]

"You're homeless, with a child?"

Thorn tilts his head.

"...why?"

[Avice Locke]

"Because I be homeless when I fucked..? Ya think ya are granted a house an'a picket fence as soon as ya spread yar muff an' squeeze out a melon nine months later?" She looked at him wondering what kind of question that was. "I travel an' I aave fun, I had so much fun that I don't even remember who I fucked so... it is just my luck of the draw."

[Thorn Wyatt]

"...so you aren't careful."

Thorn looks down at the child.

"...unfortunate. Then it'll probably die."

[Avice Locke]

Any amusement she felt or nicety she would try all faded. Purple reptilian eyes slimmed a vicious thin pupil making their inhuman nature about as obvious as the sun that was rising high.

She took a couple of steps toward him fangs peaking from her scowl. "Watch what ya say, Bloke... I'm trying to do better and I am willing to kill if anyone even says '...Probably die' in the same sentence in referencing my boy."

[Thorn Wyatt]

"Are you threatening me?"

Thorn asks, not sounding at all like he's doing the same to her.

"Because making unnecessary enemies is a sure way to ensure that child's demise."

[Avice Locke]

"Who's threatenin' who?! Sayin' if I piss ya off enough ya gonna go after him??" Protective mother mode and Thorns way of conversing is not mixing very well to convince her he wouldn't take such a cheap shot.

[Thorn Wyatt]

He tilts his head a little.

"I didn't say that. But if we fought, and I won, I'd be able to kill the both of you. If I was weaker and wanted revenge, I'd target your kid."

Thorn's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Is my warning too hard to get?"

[Avice Locke]

"Bahg!" She exclaimed. "Screw ya and this place... And if ya come after me or mine, you'll fukin' bleed."

She would storm off. Maybe Cabal wasn't the place for her.