Ice♛Queen

He saw it; all of Oga swore he did. That one hit he nailed onto her directly before everything he erupted to this senseless blinding blue. Nothing more than endless frost enveloped around his skin and making him colder by the second, he wanted to shiver, to shake, though not even that much leeway was given. Encased, captured, that exchange literally left him a human popsicle for the taking!?

For an even better question, just how bad was Baby Beel freezing within the confines of this icy prison? Not a single utterance could be said, nor could the duo be truly aware of their surrounding as the frigid temperature bit its fangs and dug deep into their bodies. It was no different than feeling like there were frozen in time. Both of their gazes now locked forward, right at the very woman who seemed to revel in the fact she added them to whatever sort of collection.

His body ache, his arm particularly burned thanks to Esdese driving her damn heel into the muscle. All in all, this was both a scene and situation that was literally beginning to piss him off. He was going to die. To think that freezing up to death would’ve been his way to go. That’s when a more horrifying thought had struck, one that rendered him to sheer silence. Beel. He wasn’t the only one in for this dangerous ride; she had aimed to end the infant’s life in a single go at the same time.

At least, that’s what Oga believed. Fear could’ve gripped at him, it’s equally cold hold planned to drag him into the realm of despair. Yet, that was a mistake all on it’s own.

It was that very belief that had made the heated glow of the Zebul spell intensify within the prison of ice. Power, a higher plane of power was being reached, no, clawed for. The delinquent’s mind was running by miles, driven by the single thought to win. Along his left arm, crimson like tendrils started to run up and upon his arm, a thick pressure started to fight against the hold of the ice. Too much time within this meant certain death, and these two, they definitely had way too much to live for.

A harsh sounding crack snapped out as the pillar of ice was being worn away from the inside out. Demonic power began to seep through those very cracks as their survival instincts felt pressed into a corner, allowing Oga to utilize the full extent of his abilities. The power of a contractor, it aimed to break him out. What was once a light stream, evolved into raging rapids as the very annihilation energy began to eat away at the ice, the demonic shroud around Oga literally engulfed both him and child of sin upon his shoulder. Leaving their now warming bodies, face to face with who could easily become his captor.

"Who…"

"Did you just call a pet?”

That shining shroud had turned blinding.

Completely engulfing the area, any direction taken would lead to an abyss covered in demonic light as the city wide emblem hailed it’s place above the clouds. The Lord of the Flies marked its territory for a battle. This was a testament to just how much power was being packed behind Esdese’s newest opposition. There was a cold and collected look within the delinquent’s eyes, focus had been returned, it was no longer an act of desperation that guided him.

It was that urge to bring this woman to her knees. After jeopardizing the very life that this delinquent parent would give his life to protect, even the act of mercy no longer seemed like a viable option. She had to learn. Even while they were face to face, the relaxed stance of Oga’s body revealed the new limit she taken him to. An edge that he had complete control over. This was the latest extent of the exuding power from before.

All it would take is a single step to bring them back towards the dance of death.

" Is the captain out for new love again? 

"How did you get in here without a key!?"

There she was, the woman who was determined to capture his heart and mold him into a general-class combatant…and who was simultaneously the greatest enemy he would ever have to overcome. There she was, standing in his apartment, seemingly oblivious as to the proper conventions of coming over to someone else’s home. Letting out a sigh and silently thanking whatever circumstances were responsible for his roommates being out at that precise moment. The last thing he needed was for them to get in Esdese’s way and end up getting hurt. Hell, it might even have been easier for him to just move into her apartment at that point just to try and cut down on the possible collateral damage…either way, he needed to deal with the situation right in front of him.

It was worth to arrive here in such ungallant manner despite she did not express delight at the very beginning.

" I came here through the window, the security has plenty of flaws. " Nonchalance detected in vocals, simplicity strangely found in an answer that more commotion should have caused when interrogated by her beloved. Isn't he silly? To assume she would sneak like anyone else, it ruins the surprising effect and withers its romantic remark.

Now it definitively has won a smile purely dedicated to him, cheeks presenting a fainted pink over them.

it had been quite some time since she’d done anything with the Jaegers.  quite some time since she’d done anything really.  she’d spent her days wandering around, busting the occasional crime here and there, but nothing really serious.  which was why she found it slightly odd when Mistress called her out of the blue.  something about getting stronger.  she wasn’t sure for what purpose, but it must have been important

the Jaeger headquarters always did freak her out, Mistress seemed insistent on keeping her torture gear out where people could see it.  the building was rather small though, so it wasn’t like there was much choice.  anyway that wasn’t what she was there for.

the woman in front of her facing towards one of the torture machines, apparently with someone on it, was the woman she called Mistress.  she still hadn’t learned her actual name, though that wasn’t entirely important, not when the only name she needed for her was Mistress.

she was slightly afraid of interrupting her in the middle of one of her sessions, but she was called in.  she might get in more trouble for not interrupting her so without further ado

Said enacts were still practiced even with the limited torture gear she had to improvise, her mind focused on these activities as she could not do more than practice in combat but-- how a strong person can continue to grow? She needed to pass down this to her closest allies and there was one little mind that required her abilities even when not requested. "Kuroe." Name rung pleasantly when the young girl announced her arrival, lips pursed already in a smile before she turns around to seek for her subordinate.

Frame bents a few centimeters, reaching for her height. "I think it is proper to begin sharpening your abilities." Sonorous scream is what irrupts her sentence, glancing away to see her captured victim struggling despite being tied on the wall, wrists unmobilized but leaving everything else hanging on the air and thus proceeding to kick helplessly. In return what the Empire's Trump card only did was to feign ignorance on their presence, relevance equaling to mere garbage that happened to be in the middle of an important discussion.

Plus, she knew quite well what this man she captured would aid in Kuroe's training.

"Ignore him, I brought him here specially for you. This sector is filled with plenty of them, street rats who believe they are superior all because of a gun."