"I'm aware," but like the douchebag he was, he didn't even so much as glance back at Martyr. Who knows why he was being such a dick. Maybe because he'd done a good deed, one that the reaper didn't know about, and he planned on her never finding out about. He felt icky, okay? He didn't do good things. I should've just left her in the street... But he hadn't, and he had to deal with the fact he'd done something good instead of being rotten. "Alright, you big mutt." He called out to the animal, easing himself around Boo to head directly for the head that he actually liked, the one that liked him back. It was the one on the far left, the other two exposed their teeth to him, but didn't attack him. They knew better, from Renzea first then Boo.

She gave the two heads that snarled a look. "Behave yourselves, you know better." A single, alabaster digit came up to tap her lips, indicating for them to put their teeth away. "Unless he's mean... then sit on him." She wouldn't force the hound to be nice if the Blood King was going to be a butt. She knew Dae well enough to know that he could be an ass sometimes. For some reason, he seemed to be mean to the girl on the couch. And that was when she looked back to Martyr, looking her over with curiosity and quiet studying. She was memorizing what she looked like, perhaps to write about her later. Sandals slid over the floor as she carried herself inside, leaving Daemien to get re-acquainted with Cerberus. "Hi, I'm Boo." She had a gentle voice, soft and sweet. The girl was an oddball for sure, not just in looks. She talked to trees, meditated on top of telephone poles, and burst out in Rush songs at random. She strode right on up to Martyr, and she seemed intuitive, perhaps even empathic. "You don't have to be nervous around me," she smiled, and it was nothing but sweetness. "I'm sorry if I disturbed your sleep." Calling people out on their emotions was something that she didn't know any better than to do. She didn't understand the social faux pas. She didn't know a lot.. actually. She was all textbook smarts, from books and the stories told by those she knew. When it came to strangers, or people she met.. she simply... didn't know a whole lot about society's expectations of appropriate.

Those wide eyes stared back at her as Dae disappeared after the dog. She wanted to see the dog.... "I'm n-nervous around everyone..." Martyr answered, perhaps a bit embarrassed. She moved over so that there was a place for her to sit, and offered a warm smile. Did everyone just seem friendly because Dae was a notorious asshole? She wasn't sure about that one. Still, Boo seemed nice. Her cheeks flushed deeper and she shook off the thoughts with sudden realization. "Oh ! I'm M-Martyr.."

Apparently Daemien had been a butt, probably growling back at the heads that had growled at him. Because a loud, "oh, come on!" A deep, growling tone trialed in through the still-open door as there was a thud. "Get the fuck off me." He snarled, stuck beneath the haunches of a giant three-headed hound. One looked playful when it was done, the other two just looked absolutely pleased with themselves for pinning the vampire king to the ground with their butt.

"Thanks," she offered when Martyr offered her a seat, promptly striding over to sit next to her. "Martyr," she let the name roll over her tongue, looking a bit spacey as she stared off in the distance. She blinked, seeming to come back to RhyDin as she beamed with those pale lips toward the reaper. "I like that, a lot." At least what she knew of what the word meant. "I'm not sometime to be ne-..." Cut off mid-sentence by Daemien's howling, that ivory head whipped back to the direction of the door. "Uh oh... Dae must've been a butt..." she whispered, hushed and breathy as she nearly bolted from the couch, heading toward the door. With the paleness of her flesh, the ivory of her hair and the milky white of her dress trailing after her, she looked like a vapor trail. Wispy and white as she rushed toward the door to see what was going on. "It's only been 48 seconds, and you've already..." cut off for the second time, she'd only previously been kidding about the hound sitting on the vampire to keep him from being a butt. She broke into wispy giggles, light and airy as she looked back at Martyr, waving her over with a hand. "Have you ever seen a vampire king used for a chair by a three-headed hound?" Like that was an every day occurrence, Boo...

Maybe the giggles were contageous, maybe she just wanted to see Daemien getting sat on... Either way, she broke out in a fit of girlish titters and rose up from the couch when she gestured. She walked upon the tips of bare toes and moved to the doorway, squinting out to see Daemien. She might've laughed at him, but she couldn't help but gape instead at the Cerberus. "...H-he's the m-most handsome thing in the wh-whole w-wide w-world..." Martyr whispered and looked back at Boo as she passed. Oh, she couldn't help herself. If she got bit, it was fine. "He r-rem-minds m-me of m-my f-friend the h-hydra.." Then she was moving up to the hound. "W-was the l-little v-vampire m-mean to y-y-you?" she asked tilting her head. "It's ok-kay.."

Stuck under the rear of the massive beast, who was nearly bigger than his house. He swatted at one of the haunches, trying to get the beast off him until giving up. He'd played this game before, though it'd been a while. His voice was strained from the elephant on his chest, but he seemed otherwise fine. Just stuck. "The hell are you feeding him, Boo?!" He grunted, narrowing his eyes at the three heads. "Heffer..." He shot Martyr a glare next. Definitely going to leave her in the street next time. "He started it." Then sputtered as the hound swatted him with his tail.

She beamed when Martyr called her puppy handsome. She loved that beast with every ounce of her being. To her, it was the only real remainder of her beloved sister she had left. Though now she'd found Dae, she had two. "He is, isn't he?!" Bouncing steps had her following after the reaper, pausing to look at Dae, tilting her head. "Doesn't matter who starts it, he was the one who finished it." She seemed stumped for a moment then, bringing a finger up to pluck at her collar as her amethyst gems stared at the floor but seemingly saw nothing. Those crystals widened, "oh man, he chomped down a big stick today... he's going to have a horrible time pooping that.." the last part was spoken in a breathy whisper, mostly to herself than anyone else. She blinked a couple times, returning to RhyDin as she looked at Martyr. "I've only heard stories of the hydra. I've never met one before..." those eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. "Do you know one?" She was sniffing out journal entries like there was no tomorrow.

Cerberus' three heads swooped down on Martyr, not showing aggression as Boo didn't seem to be worried about her. Snouts came upon her to sniff her out, the power of their lungs quite possibly almost sucking her tangled locks of hair up into their nostrils as they familiarized with her scent. Spot was an intelligent being, thinking close to a human more than a beast though mannerisms of course were that of an animal. The one on the right tilted his muzzle down, exposing the top of his massive head to her, perhaps looking to be pet. The middle one was just sniffing away, possibly catching the scent of Eva and not knowing what to think of it. The other one had settled back, tongue lolling as it looked at it's rear, grumbling at Daemien like sorry, buddy.

As the heads began working on sniffing her out, Martyr held perfectly still and closed her eyes for a moment. A glance was shot back at Boo and she smiled, "I d-do, I c-can introduce y-you, you j-just have t-to b-be very c-careful, ok-kay?" she asked with a smile. Daemien didn't have the full extent of her trust, but Boo already did. She was kind, and obviously she loved animals. "Oh, h-he d-didn't start anything..." Martyr said to Daemien, as both her nails raked against the top of the pup's head to give it a good scratch. "He's j-just a b-big ole sw-sweetheart! Y-yes he is..!" Martyr chirped and rubbed her face happily against the pup.

"You would choose his side," he grunted, planting his elbows on the ground as he fought to wiggle out from under the hound's rear. He knew better than to have Boo let him up, last time she'd only said if they feel like it. Well, they didn't feel like it for 3 hours. By then, he'd nearly suffocated under there. And smelled like dog butt for a week. Seriously, whatever Boo had given that beast that day, the damn thing was sounding like a marching band. He very nearly bathed in bleach that night. He grimaced at the baby talking done by the reaper, making a face at it. Poor Spot... oh well, but you than me, buddy!

Each head seemed to have a completely different personality. The one on the right seemed to be the most playful, the middle was calm and seeming to be the most intelligent, the one the right that was loving up on Martyr was the cuddly one. At least to friends of Boo, otherwise they were vicious guardians that played their role well. Boo strode up to the middle one, in between the necks of the two that weren't occupied for attention. She took a lean on the middle, laying her face against the fur as those amethyst hues disappeared behind snowy lids. "I would love to meet him," to Martyr, just as she was bumped by the one friendly with Dae. "I think Spot would too." Those peepers sprang to life again standing in the middle of the two other lowered head, reaching out to scratch the sides of their necks. "Okay, pal. Let's let Dae up guys, I don't wanna hug him if he smells like hound farts."

"Y-yeah, I w-w-would..." she said with a nod of her head. "B-because you're n-not always n-nice, b-but... I am p-pretty sure you c-carried m-me here, s-so...thank y-y-you for that.." Martyr said with a nod. There were a few times when she went into a reaper coma that she woke up in the weirdest spots. It was nice waking up to somewhere familiar. Cheeks puffed out, deep in thought for a moment, and then she widened her stare. "Oh m-man.. I t-t-told her I'd be v-visiting her the n-next d-day..." she looked desperate. "H-how long w-was I out?" she asked, dancing between toes as she fidgetted, still petting the hound head. "W-we n-need to g-go by the w-water so I c-can c-call her."

There was a gentle, warm smile that rose the corners of her mouth. Not quite as drastic as Martyr's but it was soft. "I like surprises," a hushed whisper. It was hard to tell if she was speaking outwardly to people sometimes, or merely just verbalizing a thought that popped into her head. This was one of those times as her orchid gaze drifted forward and seemed to be staring at nothing in particular. Blinkblink. Looking back to Martyr, she tilted her head curiously. "That's not very long." It had seemed the nervousness was ebbing out of her. "I doubt he's mentioned her then." She sighed, giving a look around. This area was bland, just a bunch of warehouses that nearly all looked the same. But it wasn't the Underworld, so Boo thought it was pretty. She blinked once, since they were nearing closer to the water, she could feel the wind from the ocean. That salty smell that was uniquely tied to the ocean alone. She loved the ocean, the air alone had so many smells, tastes, sometimes if the wind blew the water really hard, she could feel it. Slowly, even with the hound's shoulders shifting in it's gentle walk, she started to stand. With her hands pressed into the fur, she moved her feet, ending up in a weird yoga pose at first with her butt sticking outward. Then she was standing, like she was queen of the mountain... except the mountain was a ginormous moving dog with three heads. Her arms outstretched, those snowy lids closing to hide those orchid eyes. She smiled, brightly so as she felt the breeze roll over her and trickle through her ivory locks. "This is my favorite. Ocean breeze is the only thing I've found so far where you can smell, taste and feel something all at once. It's possibly the best feeling in the world."

Watching her curiously, Martyr's brow furrowed. "H-he d-doesn't t-talk to m-me m-much.. W-we basically have th-this d-deal that... As l-long as he d-doesn't k-kill p-people when he h-hunts, he c-can have m-my b-blood whenever he w-wants it." Admitted Martyr with puffed out cheeks. "M-mentioned who?" Then she was beginning to pose on the dog and speak of her love of the ocean. She didn't get out much, did she? Martyr frowned lightly, she was going to have to take her out and show her all kinds of new things. "I'll have t-to take you out for s-some ice c-cream, y-you can s-smell, taste, and f-feel that."

"He tries to be meaner than he really is. He's like one of those... cliques?... is that the right word?.. In high school. At least from the books I've read. He's got his group of people that he gets along with, and it's hard to join that group. He's grumpy, and mistrusting... But.." A soft sigh slithered from her nose, tickling her upper lip. "I don't know, maybe he's become more hateful than I remember." She shook her head, not understanding how he could be so mean to someone who was so nice like Martyr. "He's a butt," she came to the conclusion, giving a single, curt nod of her head. "A big butt. Like yours." See? Social faux pas. She doesn't know any better. Standing on Cerberus as he weaved through the warehouses, edging closer to the docks. Her stance swayed as she stood on him, but she didn't look like she was going to fall at all. "Renzea," she said softly, one of her hushed whispers. She'd gotten past the phase where talking about her made her burst into tears. It made her sad, but she'd accepted the fact that her sister had died. Now, she just wanted answers. She needed closure. "My sister, his late wife." She opened one of those peepers, keeping the other squinted closed as she peered down an alabaster cheek to the reaper. "But can you hear ice cream, too?" Gotcha!

The immortal had imagined he was trying to be meaner than what he was, but Boo confirmed it for her. That drew a smile on her face, which quickly faded once Boo pointed out the fact that Martyr had a big butt. It was dawning on her that Boo didn't understand how to people. "Uhmm... Boo?" she began. "S-sometimes p-people are a l-little self c-conscious about w-what m-makes them d-different..." she told her. "L-like how I h-have a b-big b-butt," she smirked lightly. "It d-d-didn't hurt m-my f-feelings, really, b-but... Let's say y-y-you m-meet someone w-with a b-big n-nose.. M-maybe you d-don't p-point that out? Y-you could hurt f-feelings, even if you d-don't m-mean to." Then she smiled, to make sure the girl knew it was okay. That's when the whole late wife thing dawned on her, and she almost immediately wanted to cry. She pocketed it for now, maybe she'd try and talk to him about it when they were alone. "...I d-don't think s-so, b-but it's a l-lot m-more tastey," she said with a smile and nudged her.

"Yeah?" When Martyr said her name, those amethyst crystal eyes blooming behind her snowy lids as she looked at the woman. When she explained you weren't supposed to point out things like people's big butts, those alabaster cheeks turned the faintest rose. "Oh..." her gaze lowered, ivory brows knitting together as she thought about it. "I need to write that in my journal..." one of those hushed whispers that was mostly meant for herself. "I don't want to hurt someone's feelings." She looked to Martyr then, chewing on her bottom lip. "Kind of like how some people think I'm weird or creepy because I can't retain pigment in my hair and skin?" She knew the term for what she was, what it meant. Albino. Some people were fascinated with her, thought she was pretty and unique. Some... they'd look at her and quickly rush off. Like albinism was contagious and suddenly they'd lose all color. Or they treated her like she was handicapped because she had a pigmentation deficiency. She didn't seem self-conscious about it, though. She knew she was different. She was okay with that. Her gaze drifted upward, narrowing as she stared straight ahead. "Or they think I'm weird because I talk to the trees and flowers." She didn't notice Martyr almost crying about Daemien's late wife, but she could feel a sudden sadness in the air. She didn't comment on it though. "I've... never had ice cream. Is it salty?" She looked at Martyr questioningly, swaying when she was nudged, but only swayed back to where she'd been. The girl's balance was impeccable. They were almost to the docks though, so she plopped down on Cerberus' back, excitement trembling through her body. I'm gonna meet a hydra today.

"Y-yes, k-kind of l-like that...b-but... y-you know you're b-beautiful, right?" she said, and smiled at her. "Y-your skin is b-beautiful, and s-so is y-your h-hair," fingers attempting to run through it. "Everyone h-has something w-weird about them..." The woman told her. "I h-have a r-really b-bad stutter, and I t-talk t-to animals.. S-sometimes.. I l-look really f-freaky..." Those eyes fell shut a moment as she tried to calm herself. Black veins collected around her eyes, and she let those black pools resurface, looking right at her for a moment. "K-kinda scary, r-right?" Energy was felt in the air like static, as she shook her head and shoved the traits away, putting the reaper back in the cage. Much easier to do when it wasn't starved. "I th-think the things th-that m-make us d-different are what m-make us b-beautiful," she said, staring out at the water in the not so distant distance. "Ice c-cream...is usually v-very sweet."

Her head tilted as she heard Martyr call her beautiful. "I don't know about that..." she was a humble creature, seeing nearly everything she saw or discovered beautiful. But she held no vanity for herself. But she'd never really thought of herself as beautiful before. "I'm Boo... I think I like it better that way." She didn't stop Martyr finger running her fingers through those ivory locks that cascaded like avalanch down to the middle of her back. She liked it when people played with her hair, how it tingled her scalp when the hair shifted. "I like your stutter.." a whisper but it wasn't to herself. "Animals should be talked to. They're just like people, they just speak a different language." Her fingers slithered through Cerberus' fur again, a soft, warm smile spreading for the beast. "Isn't that right, buddy?" She cooed, promptly answered by a rough snort from the middle's snout, along with a shake of his head, the slapping sound of his ears flopping about as he did so. She whimsically giggled, then raised a snowy brow at Martyr when she said she looked freaky. "You don't look..." she started, cut off as she clamped her mouth shut, staring at the reaper as she seemed to calm herself. Meditating? Does she do it too? Nope. She witnessed those black pools arise, her own orchid hues widening as she took in the sight of her onyx gaze. "It's not scary.. it's.... beautifuuuul." She'd never seen anything like it! She beamed excitedly, her stare wide and darting all over Martyr as she looked absolutely, totally happy. "I'm going to have so much to write about you." She nodded when the black oozed away, and she carried on to tell her that different makes you beautiful. "I like different." There was more depth to those simple words than she let on, that dreamy expression falling over her face again. She licked her pallid lips when she said ice cream was sweet. "We should totally get ice cream. I bet Dae could use something sweet to stop being so bitter," she didn't say it to be mean, not really. "Like you, you're sweet. Maybe you'll rub off on him." That totally would've sounded so bad if she hadn't said the last part.

"W-well, I think y-you're b-beautiful," she said with a smile. There was a bit of color to her cheeks when Boo liked her reaper form, most people thought it was scary. Boo seemed to have lost her happy shit when she saw it, and that was comforting. She idley stroked the dog's fur as they neared the docks, and Martyr inhaled the salty air. Maybe they'd go for a swim, it was a nice day for one, anyways. She eyed the woman when she went on about Daemien and her rubbing off on him. She shook her head, "I h-hope s-so, b-but..." those eyes dropped low. "W-when you l-lose someone y-you love, it c-can d-do b-bad things t-t-to the s-soul..." Martyr could remember when she lost her husband. She definitely went off the deep end for a while. There was a darkness in her soul, and she needed a whole ten years to get over it. That's when she trained with Nazareth. They went back in time together, and trained, all day every day for ten years. That was what she needed, really. Now she was a master with her sword, and a damn good Reika. One of two left in the world.

Even though she didn't particularly think so, it didn't she would be rude. "Thank you," she whispered, her own cheeks growing a bit rosy at that. Looking like two peas in a pod with rosy cheeks for a moment until they reached the beach. Cerberus stopped, those three heads swiveling to look at Boo for what to do next. Their massive paws flattening the sand beneath it's weight. You told us to bring you to the water, we're here. "Thanks, Spot." She beamed, looking back to Martyr for a moment. She watched her, eyes drifting over her face before she nodded. "I was really sad for a long time after I lost Renzea, but I had a dream about her one night. She told me if I didn't stop moping like a..." Her nose twitched, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna say it... she had a major potty mouth. But if I didn't stop moping, she was going to have Spot sit on my head and fart up a storm." She was completely serious, though the dream was her own imagination and not Renzea actually speaking from the grave, she'd taken it to heart. In the weirdest way. She looked to her puppy, crinkling her nose. "They're worse than mustard gas..." she muttered, giving Cerberus a pat to lower himself so they could get down.

"Y-yeah..." she said with a sad little smile. "It's amazing h-how p-people c-can change y-you, even when they're g-gone," she said, and then laughed lightly at the thought of the dog farting mustard gas. "W-well, let's n-not have that, then..." she said with a shake of her head and a crinkle of her nose. When the beast lowered itself she moved to hop off, and once she did, she was searching the shore for a sharp seashell.

"Ren always had that way about her," a warm little smile spread on her face, small and soft. When Mar moved to slid off the hound, she did the same. Like a fuzzy slid, she eased down the angled shoulder blade of the beast, landing on light and balanced feet. She tugged at the hem of her dress, something she'd grown accustomed to. She liked her dresses, but they weren't necessarily meant for sliding and climbing. She rubbed her cheek affectionately upon the shoulder of Spot, whispering to him. "Thanks for the ride, guys." Following suit with a soft peck of a kiss to the coarse fur before she drifted away from him, following after Martyr with curious eyes. "What are you doing?" Cerberus himself just laid his three heads down, resting where he'd slumped to the ground like a lazy, sunbathing beast.

"I will," she promised, dead set on licking the hydra. Forgetting the fact that the hydra had just come out of the sea water so she'd just taste like salty water... Ella's sweet. Nahla's curious. Sawyer's... well, she's like Dae. Sophie's playful. Yihana's mischievous. Nes is protective. She stored that information in her memory. "I'm going to have so much to write about," a hushed whisper that she seemed all too pleased about. Her smile looked like it was going to split her face in half, her fingers scratching and petting at Ella's snout, taking care to avoid the acidic mouth of the beast. "They're all wonderful. I love each and every one of them." Even if the Hydra ended up hating her, she'd still love it to bits. "You're so pretty, and smooth... and scaly..." She whispered to Ella, "you're one of my favorite things to feel." She giggled, looking at the hydra like she was possibly going to cry tears of joy. She beamed at Martyr... at least until she felt the vibration in the ground.

Cerberus had spotted Sophie the most, possibly because she'd taken notice of him. The left, the more playful one was growling, playfully so. Even the affection one on the right was giving in, the two off set being more dominant of the body, they bounded from side to side, ducked down on front paws with their butt up in the air. His tail created a wind of it's own, pushing sand and debris backward from where his butt was pointed and to the sides of that swishing tail. It was the middle one that took on a more serious, intellectual demeanor and he just grumbled at the two. Idiots.

Yeah, she would only taste like salt water...and acid if she licked the right spot! But not the fun kind of acid. Ella practically purred to Boo, nuzzling against her and shutting those big, glowing eyes as a little noise escaped that throat. She seemed so content with the woman, just as Nes had been with Martyr. It wasn't until she noticed a disturbance in one side of the body that she lifted up. Yihanna was joining in on the playfulness, but she didn't seem as excited as Sophie. A long tail lifted and slapped the water, causing a light splash. This upset Nes a bit as she lifted up. She was with the middle head on this one. Idiots.

Acid was the last thing that Boo needed! Or maybe it would be the best thing she'd ever done. All the colors and feels... Don't think her mother would care much for that entry. But she's there for experiences! So who knows. Her hand didn't leave Ella until that massive head lifted away from her, her orchid gaze turning towards Spot. "Geez, boys. You're going to break the beach if you keep it up." Unlikely, but they were making the ground shake like a mini earthquake. She stood steady on that sand though, shaking her head at the rambunctious pup. She gave the middle one a soft smile. Sorry, buddy... She knew he didn't care much for when the other two got riled, but he didn't seem bothered when he noticed Nes. His head tilted, curiously watching... until he got bumped by the hyper one, where he snapped his teeth in the head's direction. Calm down, fool! The right, affectionate one was stretching it's neck out to sniff at them, those shiny, wet nostrils flaring as he sniffed at the air.

Pretty much all of the heads were paying attention to the dog at this point. Finally, something as big as them to play with! Ella looked at the extended dog head, and Sawyer was making an approach. Ella nudged her out of the way, because she knew that the hydra might try and bite for the hell of it. A growl scolded the sister head, and then Ella attempted to press her nose to the more affectionate head's nose.

"P-play n-nice g-guys..." Martyr warned, and looked between the two. They were giants compared to the two girls, and the immortal had made a promise to take care of Boo. She attempted to grab her hand, "C-come on let's g-get b-back a l-little b-bit..." she said. "It l-looks like they're j-just p-playing," she smiled.

The affectionate head was sniffing away at the air, nostrils twitching as he practically hyperventilated trying to get a whiff of the hydra. One of the massive paws moved forward, controlled by him as he tried to streeeeetch toward Sawyer and Ella. He didn't know any better about Sawyer, but Ella bumped her out of the way and then prodded his nose with her muzzle. Those eyes snapped wide like a boy who'd just gotten his first kiss. Those nostrils were still flaring, nose to nose with the hydra as he sniffed the crap out of her. Finally, when it seemed he'd familiarized himself with her, that massive tongue lashed out to lick her from snout to forehead. The middle's head literally lowered, closing his tawny eyes as he shook his head like it was a dumbass. The one on the left was still trying to play with Sophie, stomping the single controlled paw on the ground like c'mere.... C'MERE! PLAY WITH ME!

Boo just looked ecstatic for him. "We've both made friends today," she whispered, all wide-eyed and staring at the Hydra and hound, not even resisting as Mar grabbed her hand. She walked backwards, keeping her eyes on the two. She'd never seen him be able to play with anything his size. "This is so cool, Martyr. He looks so happy! Well... mostly..." taking a glance to the middle head, but her words only confirmed that it was playing at least on Cerberus' side.

Ella tilted her head and let out a little noise when his tongue lashed over her muzzle to her head, and those wide eyes stared him down. Nes glanced at the middle head, which seemed to be the most sensible of the three. She liked that one. She wasn't entirely playful, but she wasn't downright growling like Sawyer was. The dominant head snapped at Sawyer and calmed her down instantly. She hung her head and huffed as Nes worked on keeping the others in line. Unfortunately, when that paw was stomped the nicer of the heads began swarming them, playfully bumping at them. They all knew the 'no-lick' rule, so at least there would be no hairless patches on the strange, fuzzy hydra.

Martyr clapped a hand over her mouth and giggled into it. "I've n-never seen her p-play like this..." she said, slinging an arm around her new friend.

The affectionate one was just all up on Ella's shit. Trying to nuzzle, lick and nose bump the Hydra head that was giving him attention. The middle? Well, when swarmed by the bumping heads, he didn't attack at least. More or less pulled his head back, squinting his tawny eyes shut and practically waited for it to be over. He could be playful, but it was Boo that brought it out of him. Like Nes to Martyr, he was the most attached to Boo. The hyper little shit was just losing it over the playful bumps given, howling and bumping back. He wanted to wrestle them, dammit! Held up by the affectionate one, he raised the other paw, lightly swatting at the hydra but there was hardly any pressure behind it. The giant hound knew better than to claw them. It didn't stop him from lightly trying to nip and paw at them playfully.

Boo's hands were balled into fists, the happiest expression on that little round face. "I've never seen him play..." she admitted, beaming up at Martyr and taking a lean on her when the arm was placed. "I mean, he played with Renzea, and he plays with Dae... but he still has to be careful with them. I don't think he's ever seen anything as big as him before." She broke out into giggles seeing all three of them, even the middle who was just sorta... taking it and waiting for them to get done with whatever they were doing to him.

If it meant anything, Nes was trying to keep the heads off of the middle one. She knew the struggle. Hell, she really knew the struggle, because he only had two heads to keep in line, she had five. Little snarls escaped her as she deflected the bumping heads with her own. Then there was Ella, who just got licked to death and then swatted out. She closed an eye and pulled back, before lunging forwards and giving him a nuzzle. The hyper one, Sophie went after her own counterpart and let out a light hiss before she bumped her head against his. It seemed like she controlled the tail, because it was thrumming away.

"Y-yeah, she p-plays with my f-friend, B-beck... She's a l-little smaller than m-me, b-but she c-can't get h-hurt.. Like.. At all. So Beck p-plays with her sometimes, b-but I d-don't think it's the same. She never g-gets to p-play like this... M-maybe we should let them spend m-more time t-together, they l-look happy." Martyr herself was estatic that they made a happy little friendship today.

It did mean something, actually. He liked her more for that. Without being bombarded by bumping heads, the opportunity arose for him to calm the two he was attached to. The swatting and hyper head was snapped at, a growl tearing through the teeth of the middle. He had to be more stern with the hyper one to calm him down but wasn't a party pooper to ruin his pal's fun. It settled, not being quite so rambunctious with his playing. Light nips and bumps from him to Sophie and those that came toward him, the paw easing back to the ground. The centered head bumped the affectionate one. Settle down a bit. It didn't stop the affectionate assault he was giving Ella, but it was a bit less fervent. At least the trio didn't look like they were trying to maul the hydra anymore.

"Beck?" She tilted her head, listening to the description and how she played with Hydra. "Invincibllllle." Her eyes widened before she started bobbing that head like a bobble head doll. "Yes!" She looked toward her pup, affectionate happiness portrayed with ease. "I think he'd love that. Even the grumpster seems to at least like Nes." She leaned her head on Mar's shoulder, watching the two creatures playing with her balled fists tucked beneath her chin.

Ella didn't even remotely mind the affection offered by the preferred head. She wrapped her neck around his and purred lovingly. Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent. Nes on the other hand, just worked on keeping the other five heads away from the middle. She'd occasionally snap teeth and growl, but they pretty much stayed in line. Most of them just bumped and prodded at the playful one, and Sophie was nudging him on the shoulder as if she were trying to tip the entire beast like a cow. The trouble maker seemed to enjoy her.

"Ok-kay, you g-g-girls b-behave! P-play n-nice!" Don't tip the cerberus! "Y-yes, she's very invincible..." Martyr nodded agreement. "She's n-not so g-g-good at m-making f-friends, though.. I think p-people scare her a b-bit," Martyr mumbled as she watched the two play.

Eyes squeezed shut tightly and she let out a whimper. Not only were there sights, but there were sounds. Awful, inhuman, horrible sounds. Martyr's cheeks were on fire, she looked like she was getting suddenly dizzy. She was more embarrassed than she'd ever been. Then she mentioned porn and she glared at him. C'mon, I had it!~ "Oh, th-that's j-just a t-term I use f-for w-wrestling... N-nothing g-g-going on, B-boo! I'm uh.. I'm..." Looking to Dae for help, but he just seemed like a balloon with the air let out of him. "W-what..?"

The little albino princess was just getting huffy standing there. She didn't like getting confused much. Her head turned from side to side, still blind due to Mar's hand over her eyes. "What are those sounds?" Playing checkers isn't wrestling... wrestling's wrestling and checkers are checkers. She whined, "I'm so confuuuuuused." She did stomp her foot then, grumbling under her breath about being treated like a darned kid.

He swiped his hands over his face, fingers pressed together like he was praying as those hands moved up and down on his face like he was a bit frustrated with himself. They pulled away as he turned toward them, moving forward with a thin-lipped snarky smile. "Nothing, just blown opportunities." He grumbled, reaching his hands out to put one hand on each girl's shoulder. "What do you say we get out of here, huh? Something tells me these two can get pretty rowdy with their... wrestling.." He snickered, shaking his head as he aimed to pushed the two in the direction of the docks.

"B-blown opport-t-t-tuuu..." Martyr huffed, annoyed with her own nervous speech problems. Then he suggested they get out of there, and she rattled her head in a nod. "Y-yes, we should l-let them p-play t-together, and uh.. We'll g-g-go get you that ice c-cream I pr-promised you, ok-kay?" Anything to change the subject as she nudged her, keeping a hand over Boo's eyes carefully as they walked. Once they were clear, she'd release the poor girl and smile. "S-sorry about that..." she yelped.

The girl started whining about how it wasn't fair that they were keeping something from her, that she was 258 years old and counting, and.... and... "Ice cream?" She perked, walking with Martyr, suddenly forgetting the fact that her eyes were covered. "That's the sweet thing you can feel, taste and smell all at once right?" Excitement thrummed through her as there was a bit more of a bounce in her step instead of shuffling along grumpily. Like a damn switch had been flicked. When released, she rubbed her eyes, opening those orchid hues after and batting her lashes against the bright light. Her eyes were more sensitive than most, due to her albinism, just as being in the sun for too long can damage her skin. Luckily, she wasn't human so it wasn't any lasting effect. The sunburns always healed and her eyes would restore fully by morning. "It's okay... At least they like each other!" She beamed to Martyr. Yeah, Boo... they reallllly liked each other.

He waved his hand dismissively to her questioning what he said. "Never mind." he mumbled, not wanting to really bring it up now. He just wanted to get Boo out of there before it was him that had to explain the birds and the bees. He realllly wasn't the right kind of person for that talk. He'd left it up to his daughter's mother for that one.. Birds and the bees are... just tell me if a boy seems to like you, I'll just eat him. He followed the two girls, keeping his hands on their shoulders as they moved forward, he nearly laughed when Boo's tune switched real quick when it came to ice cream.

That would be better than Martyr's sexual education lesson. When a b-boy likes a girl, he p-puts his g-giggy in her p-poom poom, and they p-play checkers together, and if they really like eachother, the boy will king the girl several times before he's k-kinged. Yeah, poor girl would end up so confused. She's gonna let Emlen do the birds and the bees deal with Max. "Y-yes, that's the s-sweet stuff. We'll g-go there and g-get you a c-couple d-different f-flavors, and some t-toppings..." she snickered and took the lead now, aiming to get her to that favored ice cream stop.

That girl was nearly vibrating with excitement about ice cream. She'd never had it before, and it was one of those things that seemed really common that she should try. As for Mar explaining the bird and the bees, she'd have one hell of a confused expression on her face after that. Giggy... poom poom... kinged... whaaaa?! Chances were, she'd have to learn from Kai about the birds and the bees. He'd probably be better with it than Dae. He knew how to connect better with Boo to explain it so she'd understand. "There's different flavors?!" The girl may end up being just as bad as Speck with trying all of them. Maybe have to get a journal for ice cream flavors alone.

He wasn't fantastic with kids, but Boo had a certain soft spot in his heart. That didn't mean he wanted to explain to his late wife's baby sister about sex... No, no... Hell no. The idea alone just made him uncomfortable. He let Martyr lead the way, not knowing where to go for ice cream much like when they'd gone with Hydro to get something to eat. "Whole bunch of flavors, Boo. And a whole bunch of stuff to put on it to make it taste even better," he promised. When talking to the little albino, he seemed different. Even more so with Boo than he'd been with Hydro. He could still be a teasing dick with his brother. He couldn't bring himself to do that with Boo, not fully. He glanced to Mar, giving her a nod as he followed along, glad she'd brought up the ice cream thing to distract the girl from the whole checkers ordeal... even if he felt like an idiot for not figuring out what checkers meant himself.

"I'll g-get you w-whatever you want..." she said with a big smile on her face. She developed a soft spot for Boo straight away but then again, Martyr was just soft. Then Daemien was talking to her, and he got that look again. That... There might be hope for you, yet. Look. That... you like Krabby Patties look. She stared for a moment before turning her eyes away. "C-come on, the shop isn't t-too far."

She rubbed her hands together, nearly skipping beside Martyr. Her ivory locks bounced as that sweet smile was beaming like a headlight. She was a spritely little thing, full of life and excitement now that they'd gotten past the hydra and Cerberus thing... She turned around, skipping backwards and making faces at Daemien. Pausing to look over at Martyr, "shop? They have entire shops for ice creams?" She loved the sun, the way it felt. But she couldn't deny a little break would feel nice. Sitting in the sun too long made her itchy and made her skin tingle uncomfortably.

Boo's faces got returning faces of his own... though his were less goofy than hers. He even made fun of himself, imitating that whole Dracula bit like he was holding a cape over his mouth, only to expose his fangs. He knew she liked it when he did that, Ren had given her Bram Stoker's Dracula as a present one year. Then told her he was Dracula. She'd given him so much crap about it. His arm lowered when the reaper gave him that damn look. His hazels narrowed at her, shaking his head like don't even fucking think about it. He hated that look...

There was a giggle at his dracula impression, and she shut her eyes for a moment. Going all reaper face on Boo, because she wanted to fit in. Shaking away the face, she bore those perfectly human teeth in a big smile, and then shot another look at Daemien. You're a good person, deep, deep, deep down insiiiiide. She gave Boo a knowing nudge and then turned to look where they were going. There was no way she was going to walk into a telephone pole after being her own version of cocky. "Y-yes, there's whole shops w-with lots of f-flavors. C'mon!" she said before ushering forwards, breaking out into a playful run. She might've been full of energy after her food coma.

The girl was all giggles between the two makes faces at her, laughing too hard in her whimsical way to even make a face back. She noted the look between the two, raising one of those snowy brows as she wondered what it was about. She dramatically swayed when she was nudged, then looked to where the reaper was pointing. "I'm going to try every flavor one day. Every. Single. One. I'm going to make an ice cream flavor journal. The ones I like and the ones I don't." She nodded, one single nod before Mar was bolting off. "Hey!" She looked after Mar for only a second before poking her tongue out at the vampire. "Rotten egg..." then she was off running after the reaper, those short little legs carrying her gracefully and quickly.

No, I'm not. Was the exact look he was giving back to the woman. He tried not to think about how it was kind of attractive when she did the reaper face. Morbid fucker. He rolled his eyes at Boo's promise, shaking his head. He almost put his finger to his nose and said not it to taking her. But with any luck, he could hide. Then the reaper was bolting with the vapor trailing chasing after her. "Just the way I like it," he retorted, and rushed after them, dreads trailing in the wind as he booked it after them. Chase was his favorite game, after all.

Yeah, he was morbid if he thought Martyr's reaper face was attractive. The hell was wrong with him!? Oh well, Boo said it was beauitful, so maybe it wasn't so bad. Her legs carried her forward, and she turned to look back at the two gaining on her. She let out a little squeal and then broke into a sprint. The ice cream shop was pretty close now, so she went as fast as she possibly could in her humanish form. If she was able to go full reaper, she probably wouldn't have even needed to touch the ground with her feet. But that was a story for a day where she was more powerful. I'm gonna win...!


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From live play with Martyr.~
The second profile is Boo.