Scrap Metal Demon

“Ah... yeah, definitely from elsewhere. This place is...” Neave paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “... kind of a shithole outside, but I’m used to that kind of thing. What I ain’t used to is the funky stuff inside here. I mean, I’m used to weird stuff, but not this kind of stuff, you know?”

"Just go about your business and don’t commit any major crimes and neither me nor the rest of the Public Security have to come find you."

"... right. Gotcha."

"Well don’t go around screaming about it, I am still a member of the law."

"Sex is a lucrative business, it’s not officially condoned."

"Then why don’t they find a prostitute or something?"

"Obsessed with sex…that’s what this lot is."

"….I swear I just want a drink and some thing to shoot…"

"That's a sentiment I can get behind."

c o m b a t  s t a t s .

Hiding her Passion (open RP)

Neave was starting to worry that the general air of gloom and hopelessness in this place was going to bring her down with it. She'd barely even seen anyone SMILE, much less act cheerful... but now she heard it, a stifled giggle, a welcome if somewhat alien sound.

"Huh? Your….not gonna even try to hide the fact?" He asked rather surprised with how honest she was being with him. "Aren’t ya worried that I might…turn you into the police?" He asked as he looked at the woman.

"What would you tell them? That I manifested a suit of armour to protect myself from a werewolf intent on killing us both, right before you knocked it out? I kind of doubt they’d believe you. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time I sprung myself from jail." Neave smirked wryly at Padraig as she stood up, dusting off her hands.

Neave briefly considered the notion - following some guy she just met into the woods, far from anyone else (and any help)? Especially since he'd just proven he was at least a match for her in strength, if not more?

"Huh? Your….not gonna even try to hide the fact?" He asked rather surprised with how honest she was being with him. "Aren’t ya worried that I might…turn you into the police?" He asked as he looked at the woman.

"What would you tell them? That I manifested a suit of armour to protect myself from a werewolf intent on killing us both, right before you knocked it out? I kind of doubt they'd believe you. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I sprung myself from jail." Neave smirked wryly at Padraig as she stood up, dusting off her hands.

He blushed as he was called that and rubbed the back of his neck while chuckling sheepishly.

"Nope, and nope." Neave grinned without any sign of sheepishness. "I'm not even from this planet, if you believe it. It's a long story, but even if I could get off this rock, I got nowhere better to go, so I might as well get used to livin' here, you know?"

He heard the growl and saw as it got back to his feet and turned and was ready to tear his head off with his razor sharp teeth when-

"... uh... yeah, I did. ... but in all fairness, I didn't expect you to be able to do... that."

He was prepared to fight but she must have considered him to be normal. He then watched as she transformed into a full suit of armor. He couldn’t tell if she was under the armor or in fact became the armor. It also seemed lucky that her armor was sliver. Perfect for fighting a werewolf.

Neave blinked at how quickly the monster dropped to the ground. For such a nasty looking creature, it sure seemed easy enough to take down. ... either that, or the kid with the bat (where had he stored that, anyway?) was a lot stronger than he looked.