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Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

A flicker of surprise went through the boy's eyes as he reached for the mug of tea, regarding the women with a brief moment of silence. "...it's not often people come out and admit that they have abilities," Muttered the young man as he took a gentle sip of the hot drink, wincing just a bit as he burned his throat. He never had been much of a tea, or coffee, person and to be honest a hot beverage such as this wasn't exactly the easiest for him to get used too. At the very least, the taste was good though.

Gently setting it back down on the organic table, he leaned back and closed his eyes for a brief moment...letting his mind run over what he could possibly say next. "...I'm not exactly the most responsible person, I must admit," He spoke, "...I was generally fine with just following his lead, to be honest,"

Shifting his wait a bit, trying to get rid of the burning feeling in stomach, he continued, "...though I'm diving into that. Tell me, what is it you want exactly? Why did you help me back there?" Might as well be blunt, right? There had to be some kind of ulterior motive. That's how they always worked...
 
"What I want? Nothing. Other than to teach of course, humans are somewhat stupid creatures, though you seem to be smarter than the average ones....or more foolish depending on how one looks at your most recent behaviour." Sipping her tea lightly, the redhead smiled and tapped the earth about her feet gently, and the 'couch' under his body shifted slowly and gently in return to help accomodate him better for more comfort. "I'd seem to be fairly stupid if I attempted to deny my abilities now, wouldn't I? My ability is mostly passive, plants and animals both seem to have a draw to me mostly that is entirely natural, and I give off a specialized chemical that helps them become healthy, whole and if they are injured, then healed as well." A rat scurried up her dress front and perched on her choulder to wash his face, and she shrugged lightly, dislodging him so that he scampered off into the undergrowth of the brush to the side.

Getting to her feet, Isanya settled against the tree by his head, and the root shifted so that he could see her better without craning his neck or risking tearing open his wound. Comfortable once more, the redhead smiled and patted the great danes' head lightly as the large animal settled at her feet as well. "Honesty is a good thing I have found...tell me more of this one whom you grieve for...." The tea would help with the pain, help him to sleep as well though it wasn't an actual sleeping agent to it, and she hoped that he could sleep the night through so she could regain her true form. Her human one was becoming itchier by the minute, her limits being reached slowly but surely. And she hadn't eaten all day. Not good.
 
"No one you need to know about," He muttered in response, the boy trying his best to stifle a slight yawn. Blinking, he let his eyes fall upon the red-headed woman for a brief moment before glancing back down towards the contents of his tea, taking another slight sip of the burning liquid. Whatever she had put in it, it was making him sleepy. Then again, it'd been some time since he'd gotten a proper rest, wasn't it? There always that restlessness, always those nightmares that tore at his mind. Though his mentor wasn't exactly one to let him sleep in at the same time the times when he had gotten a chance to lay down were relatively peaceful. Now though...?

"...and don't say grieve. I don't let sadness weigh me down," He murmured with a sigh, taking yet another sip. His vision was starting to grow blurry, "...I..." His body felt heavy, the boy careful not to spill the cup as he set it down upon the leafy table, "...I..."

He didn't even get a chance to finish before sleep had taken him.
 
"Poor thing...." Looking at him with a gentler expression on her face, the Naga got to her feet slowly, stretching in a movement that had her body literally growing a foot in height as her legs melded together. Her skin shifted colours as well, turning entirely white, with black stripes upon it. Her tail was long, very strong and her body went from pale, to white as well, until all of her, except for her hair, became white as snow, with black stripes all the way down her body.

Her stretching became much more luxurious, and then she reached up and pulled a supremely soft blanket out of the tree itself, made from spiders silk and caterpillar fluff, it was softer than cashmere and three times stronger than cotton or nylon. Laying it over her patient, Isanya smiled slightly, the expression odd on her white skinned face before she headed to her own little bower, a nest made of leaves and grass, with a dome of vines and leaves to block out the sunlight and keep her nice and warm within her little 'den'. One of the larger dogs, not the dane but another mutt, settled down beside the human and went to sleep, and the sounds of nighttime began to awaken slowly as the sun set over the city.

She had intended to awaken near midnight, in order to begin her reconnaisance with the city night life....in other words, she was going to go to a club or three and decide which would be a good idea to demolish in a practice of her powers. When she was human, Isanya had hated clubs, she'd nearly been raped in one, and had barely escaped with her sanity intact....so she felt rather justified in despising those dens of noise and dark and light. By midnight, the leaves and the medicines in the humans body would have healed the wound as well almost completely, so he would be well enough to go home in the morning. Her plans had been disrupted with his arrival, she wasn't going to go to a club. She planned to sleep the night through and deal with her neighbour in the morning hopefully.
 
Dreams were strange for the boy. He had of them, and of the people who had them. And yet, he never experienced them for himself. When he slept there was only that pitch blackness, an abyss where no thought, no emotion existed. There was nothing. And yet, as he fell asleep within this strange woman's house the young man found himself stumbling into something entirely new. It was barely coherent, images flashing through his mind...emotions coursing through his veins. A pair of children in a field, an old man beckoning them through a hallway, the pair covered in blood. His stomach leapt, eyes suddenly snapping open as he suddenly came too...

"...right,"

He blinked, glancing over spacious room for a brief moment, a stray hand reaching upwards and brushing a bit of the sleep from his eyes. Ugh, dammit. What just happened...?

With a slight grimace, he pulled himself upwards, taking note of how quickly the pain had died down in his stomach. Where there had once been searing agony there was now only a steady ache. Odd...he always had a gift for healing quick, but not this quickly...
 
The dog which had fallen asleep near him awakened when he did, uttering a low whoof, a questioning sound. The spider from before had made a nest of silky webbing over his head in a sort of canopy as well, that helped to difuse some of the morning sunlight. Isanya was in her human form again and was cooking up some food for them, eggs and bacon, both organic and gotten from a local farmer earlier, he'd delivered it to her door an hour or so ago, and she'd replaced the bandaging on her patients' wound, refreshing the medicine for the last time. Her hair was done up in a ponytail to keep it out of her face, and she wore another dress, this one a spaghetti strap pale green one. Poking her head around a thick growth of vines that served as a wall or sorts, she smiled "Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling so far?" Coming into the room with three plates, two with the eggs and bacon and some hash browns and one that was twice the diameter and full of fruit, vegetabls and various forms of raw meat, the redhead set that one on the floor and then settled his plate of edible food onto his lap.

When he had managed to sit up, the root that he rested on shifted to support him again, so he wouldn't over do it. Getting shot wasn't a fun thing after all, it was hardly very easy to sit up just a day afterwards. "Do you want some coffee or some tea? The pain killers are pretty much worn off, so you'll be feeling the ache now, but the wound is healing nicely, you can probably head home tonight if you want to."
 
"I'm fine," Picking up his knife and fork the young man began to dig in with a ferocity not unlike that of a starving animal. Table manners were apparently not his strong point. Devouring the eggs within a minute, the young man allowed himself a satisfied sigh before gently setting the fork on down.

"...rather weird," He murmured, wiping his face off with a napkin, "...to actually taste food that hasn't come from a can,"

Even when his master had been alive fine-dining wasn't exactly something the young man was all too familiar with. Canned soups and the like were what he was most familiar with, and to actually have something as filling as this was a pleasant turn of events. "Compliments to the chef,"

It didn't take too long for him to finish the rest of it, the boy setting down the plate back down upon his lap...silverware sitting upon it. Giving his lips another quick wipe, though admittedly he hadn't been all that messy, he set the napkin down upon the plate as well before gingerly turning about so he'd be able to face the redhead.

"...uh..."

He bit his lip, a hint of hesitation within his eyes, "...thanks, by the way,"
 
Isanya was only about halfway through her food by the time he'd finished. Obviously he'd been hungry, starving even, and she smiled at his 'compliments to the chef' sentence, something that would, normally, come from a much more sophisticated person. However, when he added the thank you to his words, she smiled slightly "Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't do this for free. I expect my privacy once you leave the house, my home is more than a little strange in case you hadn't noticed, and I don't appreciate strange people arriving at odd hours to gawk at the tree growing in the middle of the house. Present company excluded of course," Motioning to him, the green eyed woman smiled more fully then finished her meal before she continued.

"For some reason, unlike every other human being on this planet that I have met, you don't grind on my nerves nearly enough to warrant full on dislike. Of course, your stubbornness is rather annoying, but so is a dog's bite. Different action, same feeling." A tabby cat purred and rubbed up against her and Isanya pet it absently, setting her plate down for the dogs to tidy up the hashbrowns, since she hadn't eaten all of them. "You can come and visit whenever you like, you seem to be in need of a good dinner or three after all, though I won't always guarantee I will be in, just knock on the left door panel and the door will open to you. You should be able to leave by the afternoon, once the swelling fully subsides, and you'll be perfectly alright by the time the sun sets, that's generally how long it takes for the medicines in the sap and leaf-coverings to finish their work." She had some work to do today, casing out the hospital she planned to hit tonight, since her plans had been rather delayed thanks to her previously uninvited guest.
 
The woman's guess was the correct one, and by the time the sun was finally hovering high above the boy's wounds had closed almost entirely. And, aside from a slight ache, there was none of the searing pain that had plagued him only hours ago. She certainly had a way with medicine, and it was a shame that she was one of them them or else the boy might have taken her up on that nice little offer. Regardless, he knew the truth about her sort, of the kind of things that they did while appearing all innocent. He knew that no matter what she did, she was in the end a monster looking out only for herself. That was what his master had told him, had drilled into his very being, and he was loath to let such an ideal go.

By the time night had finally come along the young man was already preparing for a night out on the town, peeking through his rather meager wardrobe for his choice of clothing. He was already starting to fall behind just a bit, the scum of the Earth growing with each passing today. Tonight was a night where he would need to cull the herd, and made sure the streets stay cleaned of those...freaks. Here was to hoping his wound wouldn't act up, however.
 
As soon as the boy had left, Isanya's legs collapsed in on themselves, thickening and elongating as she relaxed out of her human form with a sigh of relief. Her entire body grew paler by the second, her hair included, until she was entirely white for a moment before her blackened stripes began to appear over flesh that was supple, and entirely scaled below her waist. Her dresses were useful for this sort of thing, when she grew too tired to hold her human form. She only remained in that form for an hour or so of course, moving about the house faster and much more surely. An hour later she was out of the house in her human form again and headed for the hospital.

Dressed in a pair of black high heels, a short mini skirt in black leather and a white and black bodice that covered her breasts and not much else underneath a half-coat that showed off her toned belly and pale flesh, the redhead looked sinister as she left via the back door and headed to the back shed in the garden where her motorcycle stood. The thing was a beauty indeed, painted in snake scales in emerald green and not in the least bit inconscpicuous beyond the fact that it ran silently and on canola oil instead of petrol. Straddling the bike, she licked naturally red lips in delight as the thing purred to life under her and the streak of green light that shot out from the back of the shed into the alleyway and then onto the road was nearly silent as she headed for her first place of attack; Manatory General Hospital.

A half hour later she was there, a gash from her nails used as an excuse to go inside, her hair disheveled and her eyes teary. A stuttery voice and a pale, fragile demeanour got her into the ER easily and swiftly, no matter that her outfit was that similar to a hookers. She'd gone around the outside of the building once before going in, her blood sprinkled about the outside of the building, already thick vines and thorny brush were shooting out of the earth, covering the walls as she went inside and took a seat on an emergency bed, the curtains there hiding her satisfied, menacing smile from view as, within minutes of her arrival inside, panic broke out amidst the sound of breaking glass and the cries of agony as people became skewered with foot long thorns that dripped a venom that only she held the antidotes for.

Her babies were amazing in themselves, they pinned people, not killing them. Those who were bedridden weren't touched, as they weren't threats, and the children were locked into the rooms and protected by the thornless vines, kept amused with flowers and pretty things that came to nature. As soon as she felt her children of her blood cover the entrances, her human form dissolved and she pushed the curtain out of the way to tower over a male nurse, who fainted at the sight of her immediately, got caught by a thornless vine and set on the ground gently. Isanya wasn't after those trying to make a living, she was after the heads of the hospital, those filthy rich fuckers who thought that money meant everything. Those who got in her way woul be hurt, perhaps killed, those who were innocent, those who were little, she would spare as best she could.
 
He'd forgotten how long it'd been since he'd started doing this, being the hunter that stalked the night. Master had brought him up when he'd been only a boy, not even old enough for Elementary School. He'd raised him, had taught him of the beasts that wore the skins of humans. Creatures that boasted powers beyond an average man's comprehension, and who used them for evil. He was to be the blade kept them at bay, that kept the people of the city safe from their corruption. And he, Weiss, had taken on the role without hesitation. Even now, with Master dead, the boy would not stop his crusade. It was who he was, it was what he'd been built to be. Nothing more, nothing less. A warrior who, in the end, would die fulfilling the wishes of the man who had made him.

The night was only just beginning to fall as the young man pilfered through his closet, picking out his choice of clothing. A thick sweat shirt now covered his torso, the hood pulled up to bath his face in shadow. A set of loose slacks clung to the lower half of his form, and farther down were a set of simple shoes. For a final touch, a bandanna was wrapped around the lower of his face. It was hardly flashy, and for your average 'hero' it probably would've been pretty meager in terms of defense. And yet for Weiss it didn't matter. He relied on speed, on an agility that most could only wish to obtain. That, combined with a level of precision that was almost inhuman, meant that those who he went up against generally didn't live to tell the tale.

He already had a destination in mind by the time he left the house, moving through the darkness as silently as a mouse would. The police radio that his master had 'liberated' made mention of the hospital, the crackly voice traced with a hint of panic as it mentioned the chaos brewing within. And while normally he would've chalked it up to a couple of punks wanting themselves to look big, the fact there were didn't seem to be gunfire brought an air of suspicion. Something was off, and by the time he finally reached his destination Weiss was able able to almost immediately see what that 'something' was. Plantlife choked the building, vines digging deep into the concrete. Wait a minute...

"...her,"

He broke into a sprint, mindful of the shattered glass as he ran through the now busted open door. Moving past the countless 'victims', none of them dead as far as Weiss could see, the boy would begin to make his way up the stairs. He didn't dare risk the elevator, he knew better than that.

"...where are you?" He reached the next floor, whipping out the door before quickly making his way down the hallway. Dammit...the place was huge...
 
Isanya was already in the Hospital Dean's office with the two corrupt rich men, the Chief of Surgery; a pompous, skinny man who resembled a wrinkled beanstalk with a tuft of white hair on his head, beady blue eyes and a mouth perpetually turned into a scowl. And the Dean of course, the entire opposite of the Surgery Chief, was bald and fat, with three jowls where his neck was supposed to be. The two of them were held in place by her vines, and several feral dogs had joined her as well as an osprey that was settled on a thick branch that let her rest on it after all of those stairs. She was meant for slithering and twining, not humping her way up those damned things ten levels. Good grief. Though inwardly she smiled in remembering that at the childrens' ward she'd made several little ones smile and laugh as her as she slithered down the hall and allowed her vines to bloom, sending out a quieting, sleeping pollen that had them asleep on their feet in no time. Her thornless vines had then put the children to bed and were protecting them in small domes in case Isanya encountered any nasty 'heroes'.

The fat man was blubbering now, tears and snot and drool trailing out of him, and the rank stench of piss was unpleasant on her tongue and in her nose, so Isanya hissed at him when he began to whine and the man shut his fat face up. The chief of surgery however was looking at her like she was some sort of escaped science project that he wanted to dissect. Sending the bird and the dogs away to distract anyone who attempted a rescue, she began to 'fun' tasks of turning the humans into little more than mush. Starting with the Surgeon. Her vines simply tore into the Dean, rendering him into a pile of mush and setting his wet, dripping skeleton onto his flesh so it appeared as though he were sitting on a beanbag chair or something made entirely of organs. His blood added a pretty red tint to the white of her scales, and her clothing was slinky on her as she tapped a sharp talon under the Surgeons chin, glad to see him beginning to shiver and shake like a cut cat, finally.
 
The horrified screams were enough to catch Weiss's attention, the boy's eyes widening just a tad as they were cut off with an almost sickening squish. He'd begin to move, breaking into a near sprint as he made his footsteps echoed down the not eerily silent hallway, features tensed for when she'd reveal herself. He was getting close to the main offices now, the plant-life growing all the more thick as he grew closer to the source. His eyes, partially covered by the hood of his sweater, wandered about as he shot down the hallway. He peeked through the partially open doors, his keen gaze able to pick out the details on the other end. And yet, it wasn't until he'd reached the far end that he actually found what he was looking for.

He'd come to a stop as he reached the partially open door, eyes narrowed just a tad as he picked out the flicker of movement upon the other end. The smell of flesh and blood only sealed it, and with hardly a hint of hesitation Weiss would dart forward. He'd bring up his foot as he drew now, and with a forward motion the door would splinter in two as his shoe connected with it. Broken scraps of wood would go flying forward, the boy quick to move as charged towards his foe. And yet, as he ran, he couldn't help but be...just a tad bit surprised. He'd expected the redhead, and yet what stood before him was anything but.
 
The white and black snake woman turned with a sinister hiss, her eyes narrowed as she pulled a hand bloodied to the wrist out of the stomach of the Surgeon, his body limp as she ripped his heart out from under his ribcage. She'd made him feel that pain, and then she had ended him entirely with a kiss and a smile, knowing her DNA was too warped to get any real lock onto who she was.

When the door slammed open and the dark figure headed for her, Naga swung her tail at him with the speed of, of course, a striking snake, the tip of it coated in a venom meant to paralyze. The dogs arrived as well, barking and snarling, vicious beasts that got between her and the intruder, making her veer her tail away enough to not hurt them, the target shifting to aim for the humans' stomach instead of his legs. A forked tongue slithered between her lips menacingly as Naga backed away a little, wanting to take the measure of the human who she knew somehow would dodge her, possibly become distracted by the dogs. She'd make her escape then. After all, her work here was finished. Her targets destroyed past saving, and her bloodlust was sated entirely.
 
To your average human, the scene that fell before the young man probably would've brought their lunch back up. A pile of torn flesh and exposed organs stood before him, the remains of a bloodied skeleton atop it. It was as though he'd been torn limb from limb, a testament to the strength of the creature he was about to face. The other victim, a hole torn into his stomach, wasn't in the best of shape either. Regardless, Weiss wouldn't spare the time to mourn for either, his attention focused solely upon the naga that now sat before him. His eyes would widen just a tad as he watched her tail come flying at him, the adrenaline kicking as he twisted his body so as to only just narrowly miss it. He could hear the barking of dogs now, gaze narrowing as a pair of them leaped out from what almost seemed to be nowhere.

He'd move quickly, only just barely sweeping to the side as one of the went for his leg. With another roll he'd dodge the second as it leapt towards him, now nothing between him and his target. Already he could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through his veins, what little pain that remained washed away. He dug his left foot into the ground as grew near, pushing all of his weight into it as he threw himself forward...a fist raised and ready to strike.
 
The dogs weren't as helpful as they had promised they'd be. Or rather they were helpful but he was just too fast for them, yet another surprise. Naga frowned slightly and then slipped sideways on the human as he lunged at her with his fist, his knuckle managing to graze her cheek as he flew past her and she landed on the ground with a hiss before heading for the exit as fast as she could go, which was actually ridiculously fast when she needed to be. Her vines also moved in then, forming a net around her that would repel him without serious injury unless he tore the vines themselves, in which case they would trap him themselves and possibly kill him if he did so. It wouldn't be a pretty end for him. Something about the humans' movements were familiar, which distracted the Naga for a moment, and she narrowed cold, soulless eyes on him as she reached a corner of the doorway. His scent was oddly familiar as well but she was too focused on her triumphant killing of the two humans to really take notice of who he was. Her osprey had arrived now as well.

The bird shrieked a challenge and dove at the human in the black hood, seeing him correctly as a threat to her. He was an older bird, not very big but just as fast as he was, and his talons were much sharper than the humans' fists, talons that he aimed for the humans' head and shoulders and eyes, wings flapping to buffet and distract while the dogs snarled and circled the human in order to help their Lady Naga escape.
 
He'd move with a certain grace, breaking his fall with a quick tumble before rising to his feet without even missing a beat. His attention would quickly refocus upon the naga, watching as she quickly slithered her way towards the doorway...her pets taking the opportunity to block off the escape route. He'd meet her gaze for a brief moment, her almost frigid eyes devoid of even the barest shred of remorse. The mangled bodies, the blood-caked room, he could tell with a level of certainty that none of this bothered her. Like her brethen, this creature was nothing more than a bloodthirsty monster. Beneath his hood, Weiss's own gaze would narrow just a tad as he watched her, eyes laced with a hint of adrenaline as his attention turned upon the beasts that now surrounded him. The dogs were back, a nearly ear-splitting screech signalling the arrival of another one of her pets. Even worse, the blood-stained vines were starting to move as well, threatening to grab him.

"..."

A hiss would fill the air as the bird dove towards him, its razor sharp talons slicing through the air. Not exactly wanting to get his eyes pecked out Weiss would be quick to move, nearly throwing himself to the ground to only just barely avoid its attack. Stumbling a bit, he'd be quick to right himself as sped up just a bit. The dogs were preparing another attack now, the vines getting closer and closer. He'd move around the office desk, reaching to grab hold of the chair as the animals grew close enough to pounce. With a flick of the wrist however their attempts would be thwarted, the dogs forced to leap away as the chair shot towards them.

Only the vines would stand in his way now, a small scowl darkening his lips as he saw them form a makeshift barrier around the creature. And yet, whether it was due to sheer stupidity or maybe a bit of overconfidence, the boy wouldn't stop as he charged forward. Believing in his own strength he'd run right into natural wall, trying his best to force his way through as a hand would stretch out, looking to grab hold of the woman before she could depart.
 
Naga was already on her way out the door when the hand shot through the wall of plantlife, groping and grasping at the air in an attempt to try and grab her. For a moment only she considered biting his hand, or stabbing it with her tail tip, but then refrained and smiled slightly. The stretch of her lips was cold, frigid even as she plucked a barely blooming flower off of the vine and picked a piece of paper up off the floor where it had fallen. Finding a pen as well she wrote him a short note before she poked the flowers' stem through it and set it gently into that groping hand, her fingers light and fast. She was gone then, down the hallway and out of sight, heading for the spot where she'd parked her bike. Between one doorway and the next she was human again, striding quickly out the doors and into the silent side street, some of her vines hiding her progress quite nicely until she was well on her way out and away from the building.

The note she'd written, with the unopened flower bud, were very simple, and not in the lest bit elegant in lettering 'You're much too young to hurt me any time soon child, go home and train some more before facing me again or you'll suffer. Love, Naga.' The words were simple, easy to understand and just a tad on the insulting side, but to be honest she wasn't trying to be insulting. If anything that little note was more Isanya's caring human side; she didn't want an enemy who was too stupid to learn when not to fight. Within an hour all signs of greenery were gone except for the normal thick green grass and small, neatly trimmed rose bushes. The vines were still there of course, deep underground past even the sewage pipes and oil and electric lines. It was a perfect thing too, they would grow, the roots, stretching from one end of the city to the other until the entire underground was netted with vines and could sprout their tendrils anywhere...at any time. It would take a week however, and Naga had other plans that didn't involve attacking influential people.

Getting home less than an hour later, she pulled into the back shed and changed out of her outfit into a simple white dress, her bloody hands cleaned with natural cleanser and her costume and the bike hidden in a secret bunker under the shed itself, which was also doubling as her garden tool shed. Slipping out of it a few moments after parking and changing, she toured the garden in the back of the house quietly, checking her babies and smiling when one of the feral cats came and rubbed at her ankles until she picked it up and petted it gently while she walked and mulled over her recent activities.
 
The vines would recede, the animals would scamper off, and with something of a thump Weiss would hit the ground. Landing upon his back, a soft grown would escape the boy's lips as he blinked up at blood-splattered ceiling. Already he could hear the sound of police cars in the distance, a slight wince crossing his features as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. Almost immediately he'd take notice of the piece of crumpled piece of paper that had been placed in his palm, an eyebrow rising only slightly he held it up into the light. Wrinkling his nose just a tad as the scent of the bud clashed with the gore, he'd tuck the baby flower into his pocket before gingerly unfolding the note. The words upon it were flowery, elegant, as though written by a masterful scribe instead of some psychotic snake-freak. And yet, the message that they portrayed would only bring a bridling sense of annoyance to a young man. The mocking tone, the smug insults...

"...dammit!" The sound of a rip would fill the air, shreds of paper floating ever so gently to the ground. The sirens were growing louder now, a hint of worry within his eyes as his attention turned towards the two mangled corpses that lay before him. He needed to get out of here, now. The cops weren't exact;y fond of vigilantes, he knew that all too well, and really he didn't need to be spending the next week in a jail cell. Not even bothering to worry about fingerprints, his master had sure to rid him of that little issue, Weiss would make a break for it.

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One fire-escape and a couple of leapt fences later he'd finally managed to get out of the hospital's proximity. The woman had made sure to clean up after herself, not even a speck of vegetation able to have been seen as he made his escape. Unlucky for him, then again there were still quite a few witnesses. Though, admittedly, the cops were probably not going to take the concept of a crazy snake-lady being behind the attacks as actual evidence. They were still in denial about the whole mutant business.

It well into the night by the time Weiss managed to finally get home, legs close to buckling as he stumbled down the driveway. His hood was down now, the bandanna tucked away to reveal a face slick with sweat. Ugh, was he really this out of practice? It'd been a while since he'd really been out in the field, but still...

Making his way towards the door, he'd feel himself coming to a slight stop as he spotted a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. At the back of Isaya's house...

"..." Hm, someone was a night owl. And yet...

He'd break away from the door, the grass crunching beneath his feet as he made his way around the woman's house. "Oi," His voice would ring out through the darkness, hoping that she'd be able to hear him.
 
Hearing footsteps on the grass and gravel, Isanya looked up and blinked, then smiled when she spotted her neighbour. He was a nightowl too it seemed, and when he drew closer she recognized the outfit immediately in the light of the various solar lanterns she'd had set about the garden, which lit her pathways quite well. "Oh hey there...come back to have more chatting?" Offering a small smile as she approached him, meeting in the middle of whatever area they were in, the rose area she noted, she paused and smiled serenely, her white dress almost glowing in the darkness.

He was looking dishevelled, frustrated and more than a little strange as he looked at her, and she tilted her head curiously at him, her auburn hair glimmering slightly with blond and orange highlights in the semi-shadows. "Would you like to come inside for some tea? I've got insomnia so sleeping is somewhat difficult for me most nights." She didn't let on in any way shape or form that she was Naga, and anyone looking at her with any ability would agree that she was just an odd woman, but no murderer certainly.
 
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