Beautiful Disaster`

[ky]

How did this happen again? Oh yes, she remembered now---
it had all started in a village a few miles back. She'd unknowingly stumbled into fire nation territory. It's not like Kayle had any loyalty in this war that was going on, she was only searching for Him. That was it. She was only loyal to the mission that had pulled her from her loving foster family's home, from the content life. Once Kayle had been enlightened to the truth that content life become too much of a fabrication for her to stay docile in. Anyway---

The village. There were quite a few interesting people in that village. Kayle, not one to stay anywhere too long, dodged the busy people and purchased a few various fruits and meats. When it came time to pay Kayle handed over her silver coins. The man, one she found quite fat and with an ugly mustache in need of trimming, threw the money back at her and told her that the currency was no good in the fire nation. Kayle, already halfway through an apple told him it was the only money she had and he shouldn't be such a prude. She handed back the meats and fruits and threw the core at him too.

So, here we are now. She was currently being tracked down by a demon hound meant to track her scent and drag her back to the fire nation. "Come on mutt, can't you just leave me be?" she called over her shoulder as she jumped over a fallen pillar, long legs arching, skirt rising up, she practically looked like she was flying. Her jagged brown hair was pushed back by the wind and her face in a half-smirk of worry as she continued her mad sprint through the valley. The demon hound responded with an inhuman howl. "Knew those Fire Nation people weren't worth reasoning with."

Feet grazed the ground Kayle skidded, turning abruptly to the left. Her dufflebag was slowing her down, the weight of those belongings was taking its toll on her body. She'd been running for a while and it would only be a matter of time before the fangs of the demon were close at her heels. As she skidded her fingers skimmed the dirt, her eyes illuminated a pure yellow. Her glowing eyes matched her hand as the earth cracked open starting from the contact between ground and finger and expanded outward. The splitting of the earth brought the hound to a stop as it stumbled over its own paws, desperately trying to avoid the abyss her powers were causing. Once her feet came to a halt Kayle stood, pulling the pink ascot from her neck and wrapping it around her fingers and knuckles. Once again her hand glowed and she punched the ground. Multiple stalagtites forced their way up from the earth causing the hound to once more play the fool and run for it's life.

This mini-triumph however did not last. The stalagtites pushed up against the ruins in the surrounding valley and before Kayle had a true grasp of what was going on multiple broken pillars started to fall around her. The glow left her eyes as she stared wide eyed at the chaos she caused. A back handspring landed her just inches away from one pillar that was six feet in diameter. She however was not safe yet as she fell back onto her rump with shock. Once again looking up, the Demon Hound was making its decent from the sky, fangs bared, aiming at her neck. She raised her arms to protect herself, "HELP!"
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[+ :Soul:Sight: +]

Pitch black eyes glared against the moon reflected snow. The night was fresh and new, and the sky was clear for once in what seemed like months. A bitter smile tweaked the corners of his mouth as he reveled in the brief serenity that pulled down to him from the stars. The mere sight of them put a calm into his breath and eased the chill of the winter. There a peace among the stars—a tranquil aura that vibrated from the sky’s sparkling freckles. Perhaps it was the subtle power they resonated, that ominous danger and sense of threat that appealed to him so.
… the way each star looked so peaceful, easily underestimated, yet in truth there were no forces that could compete with them… It was an idea he coveted and admired… much like he saw himself. Easily underestimated, formidable in truth.

“Eh…” he muttered suddenly to himself as he lost interest in the stars.
Stars were stars, he drew power from them, they were a part of him, he was a part of them… it was all one superfluous circle and it could only amuse and inspire him for so long. Besides, he had other things he needed to focus on. Things that—now that he had focused on them—pained and frustrated him, reminding him of the task that had soiled the beauty of this night.
Grimly he looked down at his left arm with a face filled with disdain and irritability. It was not the pain that bothered him, it was not his new vulnerability that annoyed him, and it was not the broken sword that frustrated him.
No. It was his new destination that left him in such a new, fouler mood.

He sighed and reminisced the moment inside his head as he trudged along in the thin layer of snow—frozen grass crackling beneath his soles.
Five wolves, one man. Now two wolves, one injured man. Surely someone with intelligence could piece together the not entirely surprising puzzle.
After all, it was not unlikely that a ravenous pack of wild dogs might attempt an attack on a lone human. True enough, it was rare as humans are not generally a part of their “prey” menu. Nonetheless, desperate winters call for desperate survival; and surviving is the key, is it not?
Surviving is the key, and the reason he felt no guilt in slaying three of the five pack members. To him an animal was an animal, they would show you know mercy…thus one cannot sacrifice there own well-being for that of a lesser species.
Anyway, he was now destined for earth and he would honestly rather be in hell—surely that was where he was headed anyway… after all he’d done throughout his long spanning life time…
We digress… Koss needed to find a blacksmith (of all things) and some healing necessities that he did not have with him. Seeing a bonafide medical healer probably would have been best, but Koss had no intention of lingering for any large amount of time in a realm that was prone to dislike him. It was rumored that Satazian was a formidable man—and if Koss knew anything of formidable men, he knew they were prone to a good memory. Perhaps 400 years had gone by since the offense, but Koss did not believe Sata had any intention of letting him free even if he did survive the front line of the wars… Koss just overall would prefer to refrain from opening any old wounds… they just cause trouble and make messes.

But his arm needed mending—torn in two places by the wolves’ attack. A misaimed jugular strike had nicked him just above the shoulder, missing the artery, but taking a good scrape of skin. It was the worser of the two, as the second was more of a glorified flesh wound than anything else. It was the result of a clawed paw that got lucky, raking down the side of his upper arm, bruising and tearing, but no maiming. He would live to see another day…
Well hopefully, if he didn’t get the medical supplies he needed, he could surely succumb to infection…
He grimaced. A dreary fate, indeed.

Oh, but the day was going to get better.

Rounding a corner, he came upon a sight that startled him and reminded him of his own encounter.
First he saw the girl. She was young, but still a woman—attractive, but was rather rough looking, as if she’d been traveling for awhile, or (in this case) running from something. Within seconds she was not alone, and Koss’s attention was now directed towards a fast approaching object that resembled that of a large wolf. Its eyes blazed with a strange relentless fury, his body strong and limber, toned and healthy, not at all like the starved mangy mutts of the Valley.

Koss didn’t really have time to think—only time to react, and perhaps it was his own recent encounter for his life that caused him to respond in such a way. He couldn’t pinpoint the reason, but he felt a mutual connection with this woman—both of them were not having a very good day.

Without really thinking, his free—uninjured arm—shot out from his side, his fingertips extending towards the young woman in one fluid, swift motion. Instant light illuminated the nightly scene, shooting within thirds of a second with blinding effect and deadly accuracy. Within moments it was dark again, and his silver coated vision reanalyzed the situation. Where was the wolf? Where was the girl?

His attack was one of his rarest resorts—an impulse that he knew would cost him. Already he could feel the light headedness that filled his mind spreading a fuzzy sensation out from the neck down.
It was a blast of energy which he had emitted—cosmic radiation, contained by a force of will to affect the target and target alone. No stray rays of gamma would harm himself, the girl, or any other bystander for that matter… just the animal. It was potent to, few would survive it—at least not for long.

[ky]

Well, this was quite the predicament. A string of curses ran through her head. This would probably be a time for someone to pray, to ask for forgiveness in their last seconds of life, but not Kayle, she just went along cursing. The dog demon, with saliva flying, and dark aura radiating from its skin, slowly closed the gap between them.

I left home for this, to die by this bastard? I wanted to meet HIM, I have to!"

Just as she waited for her life to end, her eyes were forced shut by the overwhelming force of a bright light. It reminded her of the days when her childhood friend dared her to stare at the sun, the bastard, and having her foster mother drape a wet cloth over her eyes. The girl had been temporarily blinded by her own gullibility.

After the light, there was stillness.

I'm pretty sure I should be screaming in agonizing pain....

Her eyes fluttered open and she scanned the area. Nothing was there, no dog demon, no carcass of a dog demon, not even its ashes. The demon who was literally about to eat her seconds ago was no where to be seen. Kayle couldn't believe it, and suddenly feeling the exhaustion the resulted from all her running, fell back onto the earth with a thud. A cloud of dust stirred around her body and then slowly drifted back to the ground, covering her in a layer of sandy color. She stared at her hands up in the air, the left, without the bandanna, was roughed and without the woman smoothness men seemed to adore. The right, still wrapped in her bandanna, now had splotches of blood staining it. It throbbed gently, the conductor between the connection of her inner powers and the earth.

Again sighing Kayle let her hands fall to the ground, kicking up more dust. She had to wonder where her bag was, she didn't really pay attention to where she threw it, nor if a giant pillar had crushed it during the fight with the dog demon. She moaned aloud, she needed that damn duffel bag, it had the only possessions she owned and she wasn't' about to get a job to earn more money, screw that. She had to find HIM, not work. The golden glow returned to her hands as it seaped into the earth like veins, searching through the soil for her bag.

Ah--there it was, it too had just barely missed a pillar. It was only a short walk away. Despite the protests from her legs she slowly rose, dusting off herself. "Well, now I know never to return to Fire territory again," she chuckled. "Take that old man, I got away and with my no good money too."

She jumped over the pillar, skirt riding up slightly, and then dug through some tall plants to find her duffel bag. It had a small tear in it, but it wasn't anything she couldn't fix. Kayle had learned a lot of interesting tricks while on the road. Not all people were jerks. When Kayle eased herself back onto the ground her powers picked up on something else, a heartbeat.

Ungracefully, she felt onto her ass. Shit, was the dog demon back again? Her eyes lost their pupils as they glowed yellow. She stood and slowly approached the heartbeat, a large rock began to levitate and follow her. Her plan was that, if the demon was alive, she'd simply drop the rock on its head. After stumbling over a few more pillars she found a silhouette of a man standing in the moonlight, rocking slightly with an invisible wind.

She poised herself for battle again, unsure of who he was, "A dog demon wasn't enough? The old man had to send an assassin too? I'm so sick of this. What do you want?"

The rock dropped with a loud crash, she had just noticed something horrible, "You're hurt."

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He swayed gently on his feet as he let his hand drop emotionless back to his side. His eyes fogged briefly like warm glass before he gathered his composure and erased the black drizzle from the corners of his vision. With a heavy sigh and grumbling note of relief he took note of the new scene. Proudly he noticed the dog was no where to be seen. Exactly what its fate had been—either obliteration or rapid retreat—Koss didn’t really care except for the fact that it was now gone and the girl would live to see a few more hours of life. Honestly, he didn’t care much beyond that. He’d impulsively helped another that reminded him of his own situation, and now he was ready to move on. Honestly, he would have preferred silence and indifference over what was about to come. He was not pleasurably prone to meeting people, and he really didn’t want any company, sympathy, or… well he didn’t like the responsibility.
Being that he did have a moral nature, he felt somewhat responsible for those that shared his presence—for however briefly. After he parted ways and became alone once more, he no longer cared—accepting that it was a circle of life that would lead to their death if it were truly death that haunted and captured them.
Overall, he just rather not have company—even the company of a young woman’s whose life he’d potentially just saved.

Yet, as he looked up and noticed her approaching form—a boulder poised threateningly above her shoulder—all faint hope of escaping into the shadows of the night unnoticed faded with an instantaneous effect.
Defeated and with an air of surrender, he lowered his weight to sit upon the ruin of a fallen column… a heavy sigh emanating between his lips even as the first few words of her arrival bit into his ears.
Her tone was sharp, irritated, and rather reckless.
He lifted his face, revealing his rugged visage now complimented by a grim look of disapproval and highlighted by the light of the moon. His pitted black eyes looked at her, piercing at her with a steadfast focus and confidence. His ghostly vision took in her approaching figure even as his mouth parted, ready to retort to her bitter accusations. Assassin, indeed. If he was out to kill her, he certainly believed that she’d already be dead. Besides, if he was out to kill or, why would he stop the one creature who could have successfully finished the job?

Though adequate questions he didn’t really get the opportunity to ask them as she suddenly dropped her stone and took note of his own injuries—another good reason as to why he was probably not out to kill her.
Shifting his wait more comfortably upon the chilled stone he tossed out his old biting remarks and sighed with a grumbling air.
Producing a small flask he raised it to his lips, pausing briefly…
“An observant one, you are,” he remarked with an embittered voice.
…before taking a large sip of the hard liquid inside.

Replacing the flask within his worn leather bag, he slung it across his shoulder as if ready to rise and begin on the road again. But he did not stand.
Fire from the ale slowly ran its course through his body, filling his veins with brief warmth—soon replaced by a comfortable numbness. Pain faded to the back of his mind as he pushed it aside and confronted the girl with his full attention. He did have a few questions and curiosities and since she was now here, he felt he might as well ask them.

Fixing his penetrating gaze upon her he asked her with an unrelenting tone, “No, I’m no assassin, but what have you done that would make you worry so?”
From her prior words he deduced that there was an “old man” involved, and that it was this man that had sent out the dog. The why… was what left him enthralled.

He let a faint smile upturn the corners of his mouth—creating a wry expression. What was particularly “funny” about the situation…? He couldn’t tell. He just found all of the events of this day pathetically ironic. His life was becoming very poetic, and it half annoyed him and half amused him. There never was an uneventful day, in the life of Koss Valantrikk.

[ky]

An observant one, you are,”. At that statement Kayle couldn't unfrown her face, brows narrowed as she imagined herself dropping multiple pointy rocks on her head. She watched him swallow a vile, something most likely for his injuries. Carefully observing those wounds, she saw that none of them had begun to close, the concoction he had just drank wasn't healing him, at least immediately.

With some caution she approached the man, sitting down on a different column that put about five yards between them. He didn't seem at all like the friendly cuddly type of man, not that Kayle was expecting this. He also didn't fit the persona of a hero, who came to save "a girl in trouble". He seemed to have no emotional ties to anything in the world and had obviously spent a great amount of energy to protect her. So why did he help her?

No, I’m no assassin, but what have you done that would make you worry so?”

Kayle shrugged her shoulders and smirked, "I"m just the kind of girl who attracts that kind of crowd." She opened up her duffel bag and began to shift through it, slowly emptying the contents onto the ground. "That dog specifically was sent by the Fire Nation. I wandered into their territory by accident and I needed some supplies." Three little bags appeared on the ground. "I went to the market, minding my own business, and picked up some food and necessities, it wasn't like I was stealing. I went to pay and the man told me my money was no good here."

A bowl had also emerged from the depths of the duffel bag. Her hands diligently opened one of the small brown bags and removed a few leaves of some sort of plant. It was native to her land, her foster-mother had made sure she'd left with it. Kayle continued to empty different leaves into the bowl as she looked up to him.

"I think the real reason he got mad at me was I put the food back but threw an apple core at him. The man got so red in the face he looked like an angry pig. I wasn't expecting a damn merchant to have a demon hound on him so I took off running. When I was far enough away from the town and other people, I attacked."

A small stone levitated into Kayle's left hand, her eyes still on the man who sat across from her. "It was stupid, I know, and totally unlady like, I know, to throw an apple core at the merchant. It's just," she sighed and then focused her attention on mashing the leaves in her bowl together, she was slowly making some sort of paste. "It's just, I hate old men who think they can demand things from you. I just...forget it, you weren't looking for my life story." Kayle had realized she was speaking of her father in defiance, the father she had yet to meet.

With the new paste made she sowly untied her pink sash from her hand. It was a little bloodied and it'd take some time to get the settled stains out but she folded up sash anyway and put it in her jacket pocket. She spread some of the paste onto her cut knuckles and then finally stood.A rock levitated beneath the bowl as she dusted herself off, her eyes no longer their usual silver but gold from using her powers. Kayle took the bowl into her own hands and looked at the man.

Part of her still was cautious of this man, waiting for a sarcastic remark or a statement that questioned her intelligence. Despite this concern there were two things she knew about this man; he had just saved her ass and he was hurt. Closing the gap between them she got down to a kneeling position so they were at eye level.

"Though it hurts my pride, I owe you my life. Here," she held out the bowl for him. "It's made of medicinal herbs from where my old home. They'll keep your wounds from getting infected. It can be used like a sort of glue, to dam up the exposed flesh from the outside. I can make you more so it can hold you over until you get to wherever you need to go."

With that Kayle smiled. This man by far showed no signs of being a happy tree-hugging friend. and might be someone who denied her assistance, but she owed him as much to at least offer this to him. Her free hand ran through her hair and then she settled herself, waiting for him to take the bowl. "My name is Kayle Sata..." she realized exposing her newly found last name might not be wise, "I"m Kayle and thank you very much for saving me."

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Koss saw the stubborn pride within her face as her narrowed expression remained fixedly upon his own. He chuckled lightly, admiring her stubbornness and remembering the visage that had once placated his own youthful features once upon a time. Lowering his questioning gaze, his smile faded with a deep sigh as he watched her from the corner of his vision. Even in the dark of night, he could see her every move: the rise and fall of her chest, the wrinkles in her clothes, the intense personality in her eyes, the precise movements of her fingers as they brewed the paste, and even the subtle movements of her lips as they wove an explaining tale of events.
The moonlight cast a soft ghostly fog across the scenes in his field of vision, making the world seem to float in the airy mist of pale light. Light did not assist him in any way. It clouded his sight and the glare of the sun was enough to blind him. He would have preferred a moonless evening, but he supposed it was good for her, else she not be able to help him.

He scoffed gentle at her mention of “stupid” and “unladylike.” It was not a sound directed towards her, but more towards the ideals that she compared her actions towards.
With a guttural chuckle he briefly interrupted her, “Perhaps it was stupid, but I think most ‘ladies’ would envision the same response in your case. They just might not be as ‘stupid’ as to actually commit the vision.”
He paused observing her with a serious gaze—a gaze that seemed dull and intense all the same, as if penetrating her appearance and looking for the truth of her personality.
“…or as bold.” he finished with a conclusive air.
It was actually a compliment. He respected her stubbornness, her pride, and even her recklessness, though he did find her blatant, unchecked, and openly visible emotions to be a bit—for lack of euphemism—“stupid.” She was asking for trouble, and she didn’t seem particularly fully capable of defending herself. No doubt, he didn’t think her particularly ‘incapable’… he had a hard time placing it, but if he needed to find the word he’d almost call her a touch naïve.

He lowered his pitched gaze and focused on the wrapped bandages of his arm. Slowing unwinding them, clots peeled away in the fabric opening up to small torrents of blood that trickled in gentle streams down the length of his arm. The red stain that riddle both fabric and skin, made the injury take on the appearance of some mortal wound. Lucky for him, appearances were deceiving.

Nonetheless, when she offered her solvent, he took it with a grain of salt and a grim, rough edged silence. Just as her pride was injured by a ‘life debt’ so was his in accepting her help. He was a man who liked to think he was just fine on his own—a man who wanted the help of others just about as much as he wanted a hole in the head.
But, where befores he would have been too reckless and stubborn, he now knew that intelligently the paste she offered would protect him from further damage, whilst his stubborn pride would probably land him in trouble.

He sullenly took the bowl from her hands, aware suddenly of how close she was. The sudden proximity made him edgy—like a solitary predator thrown into a pack. But he ignored the impulse to move and focused his energies on applying the salve. It stung gently as it seeped into the deep recesses of the gash, but the pain soon edged away as most pains do when one becomes accustomed to their bite.
He muttered a barely comprehensible ‘thanks’ before returning the bowl to her.

He was in the process of rewrapping the bandage when her name suddenly struck him.
Kayle… that parted didn’t capture his attention too much. It was a name, and he logged it like he might any other even as he pondered whether to release his own cursed calling.
But he’d no sooner begun the argument inside his head, then the beginning edge of a second name—the other half of the whole—struck a harsh cacophonous note inside his head.
Sata…
She cut it off so swiftly as if she’d thought better and corrected herself, and Koss almost wondered if he’d heard it at all. He paused in his proceedings and looked at her analytically, looking over her face, searching it for lies, deceit, cunning, or malice. But he found none. Perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps he was just paranoid. But Sata…? Could it really be Satazian…? He knew the name, he half feared it. But he pushed the insinuations to the back of his mind. He must have been mistaken. Satazian had no family.

Grimly, with new thoughts attempting to press into his mind, Koss responded with a shallow, inexpressive voice. “I’m Valance,” he lied, using a play off his own last name.
Thinking suddenly of manners he sighed, finally letting go of his presumptions and turned to look at her in an unbiased manner.
His arm was wrapped up once again, and he was now ready to venture forward—unfortunately towards Earth. Yet before he stood he quickly added—almost with a resigned tone, unbefitting of his previously gruff, rugged expressions. “No problem, just try not to piss off people who would rather kill you than argue.”

With that he stood as if to walk away. Some of his strength had returned with the gentle rest, and though he dared not touch any magical reserves, his physical strength was still fully capable of making a steadfast journey the rest of the way. Yet he paused, and looked at her. His rough demeanor filtered back in, but it was open to mild compassion of a guttural sort.
“Where are you headed? The company would probably suit me some good, and on your own you might just wonder off and irritate some other wrathful occupant of the realms.” A wry smile teased the corners of his mouth as he began to take a few steps down the decrepit road. He didn’t pause, it was odd for him to ask for company, but it would benefit him in this case. She had the potential to hurl stones at any trouble they might encounter. While he was in truth most probably defenseless. Her company was useful to him, if he dared to look at it from such a shallow perspective. Perhaps more of the subconscious reason lay in the simple fact that her recklessness reminding him of himself—minus the malignance.

Ironically it would seem that this odd pairing between Koss and Kayle was of a most poetic sense. Kayle was looking for the very man, that Koss never again wanted to meet.

[ky]

Kayle smiled inwardly and outward when "Valance" took her medicine without much hesitation. She knew this medication well. Her...her foster mother had taught her all about these medicinal concoctions because she was always getting into trouble. Kayle constantly had come home with scrapes on her knees, and on those dreadful occassions, she had injured someone else. These tricks were one of the few things she had from her old life, before the truth.

“Perhaps it was stupid, but I think most ‘ladies’ would envision the same response in your case. They just might not be as ‘stupid’ as to actually commit the vision.” “…or as bold.”

This gave Kayle a feeling of hope. Her smile broadened as she sat back on her pillar, giving the man some space, she could sense the tension spiking from his body through the vibrations in the ground. Kayle thought it would be strange if a lot of people thought like her. Her parents had always chastised her for not being proper and for being the tomboy that she was.

"If you sit around and just let things pass you by, you're only going to get frustrated," Kayle said aloud. She was unsure if this was an explanation to Valence for her actions, or to herself. "I don't think I could live with myself if I just sat and waited. Things don't, really work that way."

Kayle noted Valence's diligence in wrapping his own wounds. "You must've traveled a lot, to know how to tend to your own wounds with such precision. I mean, I'm sure everyone's capable of wrapping their own cuts, but you're good at it. I"ve been wrapping my wounds since I was young, I always caused chaos. My own....my guardians were always terrified when I came home dirty and bloody. I just couldn't help myself."

She found herself overcome with silence, and for once welcomed it with open arms. Her hands probed her duffel bag for something, what, she didn't know. It was anything to keep a distraction before she revealed more about herself. Kayle was already mentally scolding herself for being so loose with her words. Inside she found her very last rations of bread and meat, the bread already stale, the meat salted and hard as a rock. Sighing, she put the food back into the depths of the bag. Kayle needed to restock soon. Hopefully when she continued wandering she'd come across some more herbs that could hold her over for a little while.

Her silver eyes focused on her healing hand. Tapping into her powers and running all this time was making her just a tiny bit exhausted. She was sure she had ugly bags under her eyes and she was in need of a bath. Her concentration was broken when he spoke again, "I’m Valance". Although Kayle could usually sense when people were lying through the earth, this time, she did not. When people lied their heartbeats sped up a tiny fraction. but her exhaustion and Valence's own stoid facade prevented her from picking up on the lie.

"That's a pretty interesting name, Valence. I think if I remember correctly it has a lot of different meanings. I'm not sure who told me it, but doesn't Valence sometimes mean, another personality?" Her question was innocent, her silver eyes gazing up at his frame, his back to her.

Wait, he was standing. That meant that he'd be leaving. FIgure, Kayle and her big mouth, how could she expect anything else? The two were travelers, and they each had a place to be. Actually, Kayle didn't have a specific place to be, but only where Sataizan was and she didn't actually know where Valence was supposed to go. She mentally scolded herself, hoping she'd shut up, but to no avail.

“Where are you headed? The company would probably suit me some good, and on your own you might just wonder off and irritate some other wrathful occupant of the realms.”

Kayle smiled, "No where specifically. I'm just searching for my old man, but only the gods know where he'd be." She rose slowly and chuckled, "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. Disaster follows me where I go, that's why I've always traveled alone. If you get hurt, it was your own choice, remember that."

She slung the duffel bag over her shoulder and approached him until they were standing side by side. Turning to him, Kayle's eyes shone with a brilliance compared to the moon, but a serious tone, and a hint of saddness beneath them. "I'm serious though. This is your chance to withdraw your very kind offer. I want to take it, but you should know, my nickname was The Beautiful Disaster. If you get hurt, I'm going to feel like shit, and you'll probably be dead."


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