Searching for Help (open)

[Kitty Israel]

The building Akatriel walked up to was large and intimidating. It was extremely tempting for the Shapeshifter to simply turn around and leave; this was no place for someone like her. But even as she thought that, flashes from her past weaknesses came into her mind and she sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. Putting it in a ponytail, Kitty Israel looked down at her workout pants and tank top. She wasn't sure what the people here wore, but she figured it was okay. If not, she had shorts on underneath.

Entering the building, the Black Panther took a deep breath to steady herself and also to judge her surroundings. The girls' build was past petite and erring on the side of unhealthy, which she was. Oh well, she was determined to do this for herself.

Her life had turned out nothing like she expected... and this was her last chance at improving it. Her paranoia, her fear of Vampires... they were all deeply rooted in the fact that she had been a slave. If it were possible, she wouldn't tell this to the people of Bruja Hall, but she was quite sure that she would have to prove this at some point. Along with that was the fact that she didn't look like she was nineteen, but closer to looking like a fifteen year-old. That was what malnutrition plus dancing did to a person's body. Even her Shapeshifter form wasn't what it should be, though she was still pretty strong.

"Hello?" Kat said, walking in and feeling the uncertainty inside her build. "Is anyone here?" What if Bruja Hall was simply a trap? To pull in the stupid, useless people like herself? An easy meal, easy prey... just as she had always been. Frustration flashed in her olive-green eyes rimmed around her pupil with the deep red that easily tagged her as the Shapeshifter she was. Would these people help her, or harm her further?

[Eel Valazquez]

I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

“You expect to beat me with that antique?” Eel’s opponent, a tough woman named Jade, taunted her. Eel’s knife was an actual antique; a knife she had bought at an auction. It was a ancient dagger from Greece and, though not Eel’s real favorite, it was right up there with “completely kick ass.” Eel skillfully blocked an attack, then bombarded Jade with an onslaught of her own. Her arrogant expression turned fearful as she realized that she wasn’t fighting a simple, weak girl. This was a common situation for Eel; most of the other human mercenaries took her thinness to equal weakness. Eel was always glad to prove them wrong.

“As a matter o’ fact, I do,” Eel replied smoothly, before twisting and turning, her knife a whirlwind in her hand. Jade was good, but she was no match for the Arun witch. She twisted the knife, bringing it down on the other woman. It cut through her side, leaving a fine gash on her abdomen. She was already bleeding from a cut on her arm, and another on her cheek. “Third blood, Jade. I win,” Eel said crisply, stepping back and wiping her knife clean on a towel. She herself had a cut on the back of her hand, but it would heal quickly and easily.

Jade glared at her for a second, then her expression melted into one of admiration. “You’re a quick one, Eel. I’ll get you next week,” she said roughly, though good-naturedly. Eel grinned in reply; Jade was…well, not a friend, but a fighting buddy. She always took her defeats well, and sometimes even managed to beat Eel. Sometimes Eel threw the fights, and sometimes she didn’t: many of the mercenaries could beat her without Eel letting them. There was a reason they could kill vampires.

Jade remained, though Eel left the small dueling chamber. She entered the main hall, which was only used for many-peopled fights or other such important events. Eel was still cleaning her knife, panting ever-so-slightly. She was dressed in a tank top and loose pants, and wasn’t wearing any shoes; good fighting clothes, in other words. She looked up as she entered the main hall, and frowned slightly. There was a girl there, one she didn’t recognize. She didn’t look like a fighter, but Eel knew better than anybody not to judge somebody based on appearances. Eel brushed against her aura, so softly that the girl wouldn’t be able to tell, and immediately found out she was a shapeshifter.

“What are ya doin’ here?” Eel asked, not bothering to conceal her Southern drawl. She stepped closer, a crease forming between her eyes. She rolled her eyes; there was pretty much always someone at Bruja Hall. If it wasn’t Sarta, it was mercenaries duking it out. “You ain’t a fighter, are you?” she asked, though it wasn’t really a question. She looked scared, unsure. Traits that were fatal to a real fighter.

TAG ! Kitty Kat
LYRICS ! Admit It! by Say Anything
OUTFIT ! Clickeh!
NOTES ! Introducing your guide to all things Bruja!

[Kitty Israel]

Akatriel heard when someone came in and she waited, wondering who it would be. It ended up being a petite woman, a few inches taller than Kitty still, and she was bleeding slightly. But she didn't seem to mind, which made Kitty believe that this really was was a training place. It was obvious that Kat wasn't a fighter, so she didn't mind that the girl had pointed that out.

Standing up straight (which didn't make her look much taller than her small five-foot, two), Akatriel took a step forward. "I want to learn how to fight," she said, her voice not wavering like she expected it to. Her muscles were toned because of dance, but still she wasn't too strong. But there was a determination in her eyes she was trying to keep burning, the fire that had given her the gits to come to this strange place to begin with.

"I... I just need some help. I need to be able to defend myself..." Kat's voice trailed off, leaving the other woman to believe whatever she wanted about her. The Shapeshifter shrugged, accenting the bones that slightly stuck out on her shoulders. She was trying to gain weight, but sadly failing-- a few years as a slave allowed malnutrition to set in. "Please." The last word didn't sound as pleading as the look in her eye made it. She was in such a strange place and trying to be brave, but Kat knew the woman could tell she was afraid.

[Eel Valazquez]

I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

Eel knew that she could look intimidating; all mercenaries did. There was something about the fact that they killed monsters every day that gave them a scary, I’m-going-to-hurt-you-if-you-tick-me-off aura about them. There was a also the fact that Eel’s aura was darkened itself, because she was an Arun witch. No wonder the girl didn’t seem confident.

Thus, Eel was surprised when the girl so boldly pointed out that she wanted to learn how to fight. “Do ya now?” she mused, beginning to pace around the girl. Eel towered over her; she seemed tiny and scrawny. There was no telling how much muscle was hiding under the girl’s weak exterior, but it couldn’t be much. Though Eel did feel a stab of pity for the shapeshifter, she didn’t let it show. Bruja Hall was no place for pity; that could get you killed. She seemed determined, but determination didn’t get you everywhere. You needed to be ruthless, merciless…you needed to be a killer. And this girl did not seem like a killer.

Though Eel was not a leader of any of the guilds, she knew a lot about fighting. She know how you had to stand, how much you should weigh, and all that good stuff that made a good fighter. She seemed to ignore the girl’s plea, though she noted the pleading look in her eyes. Disregarding invasions of privacy, Eel stepped close, staring into the girl’s eyes. She saw pleading, fear, and, hidden underneath, fire. That fire would need to be brought to the top. She moved next to the girl, prodding her forearms like somebody looking over a horse they were thinking about buy. She moved to behind her, putting her hands on the girl’s bony shoulders and straightening her posture. Her expression was impassive, calculating, cool.

“Bruja Hall is no place for people just trying to pick up a few moves,” she finally said, her tone cold. She hid all feelings she had about the girl; she had spent her whole life learning how to defend herself, and she couldn’t imagine trying to learn it all now. “Especially not for a shapeshifter hiding from the vampires,” she added, glancing into the girl’s eyes to see if she had surprised her. “We are secretive, elite. How you found us in the first place is a mystery.” Eel had decided, almost as soon as she saw her, that she didn’t want to turn the girl away. However, she couldn’t just go accepting people into Bruja. Only Sarta could do that, and there was no way she would take in a scrawny shapeshifter.

“Bruja Hall isn’t a martial arts school, kid,” Eel continued, taking a few steps back, crossing her arms, and tilting her head. “It’s a way of life. To be part of it, you have to be willing to give up everything. If you do have anybody left—family, friends, anybody—they can’t know about you. It requires dedication, and the ruthlessness to do anything to anybody…no matter how they look.” She looked up, studying the girl’s eyes. There was that fire…she could be a good fighter, maybe. With a good enough teacher. But there was no way she could be a mercenary. Her expression softened slightly, and she held out a hand. A few drops of blood fell onto the floor from the cut on the back of her hand, but she ignored it. “I’m Eel, Onyx Guild. What’s your name, kid?” Her tone was slightly softer, her eyes more welcoming.

TAG ! Kitty Kat
LYRICS ! Admit It! by Say Anything
OUTFIT ! Clickeh!
NOTES ! Nada

[Kitty Israel]

The Shapeshifter wasn't surprised when the woman stepped closer, studying everything about her. It wasn't the first time, or ever the second. Oh no, it had been routine only a year ago for her to be poked, prodded, and questioned by more than one Vampire at once. So one woman poking and prodding her was not intimidating for her. Along with that, the woman who identified herself as Eel easily spotted Kat as a Shapeshifter, but this didn't surprise her because of the ring of deep red in her eyes.

"I listened to people, heard the whispers... I'm really good at going unnoticed," Kitty said when Eel wondered how she'd found Bruja Hall. She shrugged, that spark flaring in her eye again. She had begun to figure out her own special gift worked, though she was still more stumbling upon it than making it work to her advantage. But she wasn't about to tell Eel about that.

When the woman said the place she was at wasn't for martial arts, Kitty was quite offended, though she kept the angry look on her face since it would have gotten her hit not so far back in her past. But something about what Eel said about giving everything up was the icing on the cake and Kat lifted her tank top just enough to reveal a few of her many scars. "All I have left is the scars I have been left with," she said, a small scowl playing across her lips but not letting it stay for more than a few moments.

Tugging her shirt back down, the Shapeshifter shook hands with Eel of the Onyx Guild and said, "Seeta Akatriel Israel, Black Panther. Call me Kat." Her name didn't mean much, especially since she had changed her last name, though even with that she still tried to have everyone call her Kat since only her older brother ever called her Akatriel. Or Bagheera... Kat thought, remembering her brother's endearing nickname for his black panther sister. But that was long ago, for she had made herself a shadow because it made life easier than having to live it again. Perhaps this place was better for her than she even though, with the dedication Eel spoke of would just make Kat disappear even more.

[Eel Valazquez]

I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

Eel did have to give the girl props: she didn’t flinch. She took Eel’s examination calmly, as if she had been used to it. Eel suddenly wondered what had made the girl so thin and scrawny. She shuddered inwardly, wondering if the shapeshifter might be have been part of the slave trade. Witches generally stayed away from the trade, though there were many mercenaries that had been a part of the slave trade at some point. Most of them had nothing left, except for a burning desire to kill vampires. Maybe that was why the girl was here.

Eel’s mouth twitched slightly in a grin as the shapeshifter defiantly told her that she was good at going unnoticed. She was smart; no morons had stumbled into Bruja Hall and lived. She again noticed the fire that the girl barely suppressed when Eel told her this wasn’t a school. Truthfully, it wasn’t. Eel had seen Sarta deny hot-blooded humans who had had run ins with vampires, and wanted to learn how to fight. However, that wasn’t all it took to be part of Bruja guild. And most of the mercenaries were far too busy to take on a student, especially one who wasn’t part of the guild.

Except for her. The inkling of an idea began to form in Eel’s head, but she kept her expression calm. No need to get excited yet; the girl might turn out to be useless. Eel felt her gaze soften even more as she saw the girl’s scars. There was a story there, though Eel didn’t ask. She’d attack anybody who asked her about her past. “Be sure you have nobody left,” Eel said softly, feeling a sharp memory of her brother. And her sister, who hadn’t lived to be older than Eel was now. “Many think they have nobody left, nothing to live for. They forget…a sibling, a friend, a favorite mentor. Once the bloodsuckers get in your head, nobody is safe.” How many times had somebody declared that there was nobody left, only to find out that their next door neighbor who took care of them when they were younger had the blood drained from them? But if this girl was sure…

A quote from a book came to Eel’s mind, and she said it aloud. “Bruja Hall ain’t a convalescent home, kid,” she said, absently rubbing the back of her hand against her white pants, leaving a bright red streak. “You won’t find it homey, or welcoming. Even if you aren’t a mercenary, you could be killed just outside the doors, just for entering. You can’t learn how to fight without somebody coming to test you,” she looked into the girl’s eyes earnestly, trying to convey exactly what she meant. Bruja Hall could be a refuge, but it was a harsh one. You got many more scars than anything else, and each had a story.

The girl introduced herself as Kat, and Eel firmly shook her hand, spraying a few more drops of blood on the scarlet ground. Her idea had grown into a bud, and she was slowly allowing it to flower. She turned to one of the walls of the main fighting room, covered in weapons. She took down a knife from the wall, simple but efficient. She tossed it to Kat, trusting her reflexes to catch it. Eel took her now cleaned Greek knife and took up a battle stance. “Come on, kid. Let’s see what you’ve got,” Eel said, gesturing for Kat to attack her. If Kat showed any potential, Eel would consider training her on her own.

TAG ! Kitty Kat
LYRICS ! Admit It! by Say Anything
OUTFIT ! Clickeh!
NOTES ! Quote came from Night by Elie Wiesel.

[Kitty Israel]

There was slight hesitation in Akatriel's eyes when Eel told her to make sure she had no one left. The young woman saw flashes of her family member's in her eyes... There was her mother, standing there with the usual scowl on her face-- the fear and disgust had always shown toward her Shapeshifter daughter; Amira Maor would never change. Then there was her loving, caring father. Ethan Maor was every bit a caring father, and supportive of what his daughter was thanks to his Shapeshifter parents who had always cared about little Seeta. The last face she saw was that of her dear brother Gideon Admael Maor-- Aslan, to her-- and he was so perfect in her eyes even now... but then she realized she was seeing how they looked four years ago, not like she had seen them yesterday or anything. They were faded in her mind, and she had grown a bit bitter toward them in her heart. No one, Kat thought to herself.

Just as she thought that, a knife flashed toward her and the dancer caught it. Settling into a graceful position like a poisonous dancer, Akatriel's eyes dilated to allow more light to come in, and her black hair became darker, herself seeming slightly more feline. It was odd, but it was as if she was so determined that she was quickly figuring out what to do. Glancing down at the knife, Kitty saw that it was sharp and that there was a small point on the hilt of the dagger as well, giving her two sides that she could essentially attack with. I'm not ready for this! I just... I don't understand, does this lady want me to fight already? Kat wondered even as her muscles tensed in preparation.

It's just like a dance, Bagheera, she told herself, using the nickname her brother used simply to keep herself calm. Everything she thought of as a dance made it easier. And then her aura changed ever so slightly. Being a Shapeshifter, Kat could sense auras but couldn't see them like some could. In fact, she couldn't feel the change in her own aura, since she always just saw it as her soul loving to dance. But it wasn't that. It was more like a person charming a snake, drawing it in and deceiving it into placidity. None of these things were really noticed by Akatriel, but it made her ready to fight.

Since she still wasn't sure what to do, Kat took a step forward, advancing on Eel in the best way she could think of. The Shapeshifter was one-hundred percent dancer in her movement's grace and poise, but there was something else there. The fire had moved into her step, into her arms, and showed in her eyes. Not wanting to step too close, Kat thought of a dance she had once done with a partner and stepped in, reached out with her knife (of course, there hadn't been a knife in the first version) to strike, and then stepped back out to avoid getting hit herself.

Nervous sweat broke out on Kat's brow, but the dancer's concentration didn't fail her as she let it be. Her thick, dark hair stayed in its ponytail and her tank top, pants, and shoes were pretty good under the conditions, though she almost thought it would be easier in shorts and no shoes. Hopefully there would be time to fight that way later.

[Eel Valazquez]

I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

Eel could see the hesitation, and waited. She had crossed her arms and was waiting. Though there was no clock, she could practically hear a tick, tick, tick as Kat thought over what she had said. Even being trained in Bruja was a big deal; this wasn’t something you did ‘on the side.’ Bruja became your life. Clearly, Eel thought wryly, considering she had almost no life out of the guild. She had few friends and many enemies, few of them ‘regular’ humans.

The witch was pleased with Kat already; she caught the knife gracefully and settled into a balanced position. However, it wasn’t a fighter’s stance; more like a dancer. They would have to work on that. Eel shook the thought out of her head; she didn’t know if she would be working on it. For all she knew, Kat would get her butt kicked into next week, and Eel would never see her again. But still, she already showed promise. Eel seemed calm, holding the dagger loosely in her hand. But her eyes were shifty, catching the slightest movement Kat made.

Kat took a hesitant step forward, then lashed out. Eel effortlessly blocked the strike, her expression calm and composed. However, she was again pleased; Kat didn’t uselessly flail about, or violently attack with no plan. She had a plan, and she was testing both herself and Eel. “Be a little more aggressive, Kat,” Eel said, circling her opponent. “A vampire isn’t just going to sit and wait to attack you.” To prove her point, Eel herself lashed out towards the girl’s stomach. She made the movement slow (for her; it was still fairly fast) and easy to block, just to see if Kat could. She also angled the dagger so, even if Kat stood still, it would barely graze her stomach. She didn’t want to gut a potential fighter.

TAG ! Kitty Kat
LYRICS ! Admit It! by Say Anything
OUTFIT ! Clickeh!
NOTES ! Sorry if it’s short, luff.

[Kitty Israel]

A strike from Eel made Akatriel quickly step back. She was light on her feet, so it was easy to swiftly move out of the way, but she also tried to make sure her dagger was blocking Eel's. That part she wasn't quite as good at, but she didn't mind-- she would learn, right? But she kept going in hopes of making some sort of good impression on Eel.

"I feel like I'm being pretty aggressive for never holding a knife before," Kat grunted as she spun in again and tried to slice Eel's arm. "Where did you get the name Eel from? It's... interesting." Her words didn't distract her, and she was sure they wouldn't distract her now-opponent, but Kat figured she could at least try. Pulling back from her second strike, the Shapeshifter dropped down and attempted to sweep Eel's feet out from under her, a move that was almost like something from a dance, but she put enough force behind it to make it more of an attack.

Idiot, that probably wouldn't work on a Vampire, she thought with a scowl finally showing on her face. Kat's eyes were filled with concentration as she tried her hardest to at least figure out what she was doing. As quickly as she'd dropped to the floor, Kat was back on her feet, but the move had nearly caught her off balance herself and she took a steadying step, which made her feel as if she were totally open to attack. What the hell am I doing here? I'm not cut out for this life! That moment of panic coursed through Akatriels' veins as she tried to keep herself from getting cut.

[Eel Valazquez]

I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

Oh, she was fast. Eel had to give her that. She was obviously a dancer; she didn’t just move like one, she acted like one. Her movements were swift and precise, but she handled the knife clumsily. Eel couldn’t help it; she was already thinking of things she would do to help her improve. Stop it! she scolded herself. You don’t know what you’re getting into. You’re no teacher. You can’t get close. But she could teach her. Whatever the girl was after or whatever was after her didn’t matter.

Eel gave a barking laugh when the girl said she was being aggressive for never having held a knife. She had guts, she had to hand it to her. “Touchè, kid,” she grunted in reply, sidestepping the swipe at her arm. She twisted her knife out, skimming the back of Kat’s hand. It left a faint red line, barely enough to bleed. “Never leave your hand out longer than it takes to strike,” she added by way of advice. She stepped back, waiting for the next attack.

Eel’s eyes narrowed when Kat asked about her name. A more open person might have explained that her real name was Josefina, and her brother had always called her Fin, which reminded her of an eel, and when she had run away she had taken up the name as her own…but Eel was not open. She moved in with a more violent attack, one Kat would have to work hard to defend. “Don’t ask, don’t tell, sweetheart,” she said raggedly, giving a feral grin. “Why do they call you Kat?”

Eel was slightly surprised by the move towards her feet. A different opponent would probably have been caught off guard, maybe even some of the human mercenaries here. But Eel was a witch; her reflexes surpassed a human’s. She leaped in the air above the knife, landing gracefully on both feet. She saw Kat was off balance, and saw the flash of panic in her eyes. Instantly, Eel moved in, knocking the knife from her hand with a twist and put her dagger to the girl’s throat. She left it there for a moment, panting slightly. “You’re good, kid. But if you’re going to try a bold move, you need to be prepared afterwards,” she said before taking the knife away. She went over to Kat’s fallen dagger and kicked it towards her, taking up a fighting stance again. “Ready for round two?” she asked in a wry tone, beckoning with her free hand.

TAG ! Kitty Kat
LYRICS ! Admit It! by Say Anything
OUTFIT ! Clickeh!
NOTES ! Sorry for the lil bit of powerplaying; it seemed necessary.

[Kitty Israel]

As Seeta Akatriel felt her opponent's knife slide across her skin, a scream caught in her throat. She was thankful she stopped herself. Eel's lack of reply about her name didn't really surprise the Shapeshifter, but she didn't see any reason not to reply about her own. "It's my name," she stated, her voice actually having a bit of a "duh" tone to it. Her reply wasn't totally true and she figured there was a chance the woman would be able to tell, but Kat didn't care.

Feeling her feet stumble underneath her was more than odd for the dancer; that hadn't happened in quite a while. A knife was soon at her throat and it was obvious that Eel had bested Kat-- not that she had really expected otherwise. Eel's words sounded echoey in Kat's ears. "You're good kid. But if you're going to try a bold move, you need to be prepared afterward." Why did she sound like that?

And why was she asking about a second round when she could probably hear Kat's heart pounding underneath her rib cage. In fact, it was a bit too loud, and the young woman realized that something was wrong. "When..." her voice trailed off as the rest was thought in her head. ...Was the last time I ate? To anyone else, the question would seem absolutely ridiculous.

But not for Kitty. In fact, it was quite the opposite for her. The Jaguar was cursed with an inability to distinguish time-- many moments went by and she would think they just happened, even if it was actually hours or a couple days ago. Time and reality were jumbled up in Kat's brain. But dancing was never confused.

Back to her question at hand, though, Akatriel couldn't recall if she'd eaten that morning, or forgotten. With how she felt, she was quite certain that she had forgotten. Shaking her head in reply to Eel's question, Kat said, "I think I might need to eat?" It was only a question because of how she felt. Told you you weren't cut out to be a fighter, a small part of her said, making the disappointment show on Kat's face.

[Eel Valazquez]

I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far

Eel saw Kat’s eyes widen in pain as her knife slid across Kat’s hand. She felt a faint sense of pride (misplaced pride, but still) that the girl didn’t scream. She flourished the knife, cocking her head as Kat mumbled that it was her real name. Her eyebrow went up in disbelief. First off, Kat did not sound like a full name. Also, Eel could sense something off when she replied. “If you say so,” she said simply, not pressing for answers. If Kat was going to leave her alone, she could do the same.

The woman frowned slightly as Kat stumbled back, more so than a dancer should after being caught off balance. The girl didn’t reply, and she looked off. Eel’s face remained stony, though a flicker of worry flashed across her eyes. There was no way she could have hurt her, was there? Eel was convinced she had great self control, but this girl was so thin…

Eel studied the girl with a laser-like gaze, wondering if she was just imagining a faint pounding. She muttered a word, and Eel hunkered down next to her so her head was at the same level as the girl’s. “What was that?” she asked softly, not expecting much of an answer. When Kat said that she needed to eat, Eel scowled slightly and shook her head. “Kid, you never fight unless you’ve had something to eat a few hours ago!” she said, sounding angry. She never would have pushed the girl so hard if she had known she hadn’t eaten. Eel thought for a moment, then made a decision. A monumental decision, for her. This girl had potential, and she wasn’t doing well on her own. Eel would have to take care of her, or at least she felt she had to.

“Wait here,” she said shortly, standing up. She went to a different room, where there were lockers for the fighters. She pulled out an energy bar and walked back to Kat. “Eat that, then get ready to go,” she said in the same curt tone. She herself pulled on a light jacket and slipped into her flip flops, checking her pocket to see if she had any money. She didn’t have a lot, but it was enough. She pulled out her car keys, waving them at Kat. “Come on, I’m taking you out to eat,” she said, sounding impatient.

TAG ! Kitty Kat
LYRICS ! Admit It! by Say Anything
OUTFIT ! Clickeh!
NOTES ! Nada. Oh, here’s her car.

[Kitty Israel]

(I skipped ahead a little, but it seemed to make more sense than just a post of Kat eating)

Eel's tone was scolding when she said she should have eaten, but she still almost sounded like she cared about Kat, even though they'd just met. Akatriel was happy to have a moment when Eel left, and was a bit surprised when she came back with an energy bar for Kat to eat. She tore open the packaging greedily and took a big bite, only chewing a little before swallowing. Her eyes were still dilated and cat-like, but the panther in her had calmed down some and she didn't look quite so dark now.

Finishing the bar in three bites, Kat brushed a few crumbs off her black tank top and looked up at Eel as keys were waved in her face. Kat really didn't like being treated like a child, and it almost made her say no to Eel's "invitation" to eat. "I..." she sighed, stopping herself. "Fine." Turning, Kitty began to walk towards the door right behind Eel.

When she saw the car, Kat raised her eyebrows. "I like it," she said, waiting for Eel to unlock the doors. She wasn't really sure what to say, since she had yet to fully catch up with herself. Her mind was in one place, but her body felt as if it were in another. Normally, she had some sort of snack with her, but it had totally left her mind with wanting to find Bruja Hall. The morning had been an odd one, so it didn't come as much of a surprise that she had forgotten to eat.

Sitting down in the passenger seat of the car, Kat took in the smells of the car before glancing over at Eel. "Akatriel is the name of something called an 'Angel of Presence,' or an angel of glory, and the only person who ever called me Akatriel didn't really love me, I normally go by Kat. Or Seeta, which is actually my first name." She shrugged, not sure if she was sharing too much, but not really caring since all she could think about was food.