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Because life's not all herbs and bubbling beakers (Wide Open)

Who: Samantha Grey

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What: Bored half-demons after work, wandering Gefion Park
When: Days 138
Where: Gefion Park
Rating: Let's keep it PG-13 or easier

Samantha made her way into the park, a moderately pleasant look on her face. Flopping down next to one of the larger trees with a good view of the lake, she sighed and closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "I needed this," she murmured, putting her hands behind her head and relaxing against the tree trunk.

Getting things set up over at the shop was taking a lot out of her. It was certainly pleasant work, and it gave her the definite feeling that she was actually doing something. At the same time, the occasional moment to rest up and take a break was helpful as well. This place was starting to make her feel optimistic, and that worried her. There were far too many nice people, folks who refused to believe the worst in her, who forgave her despite what she was. A part of her expected it to all come crashing down any day. And of course, there were other issues, but it wasn't like solutions would just drop into her lap, now was it?

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Not quite a solution but a girl had been doing some extra training outside of the coliseum. A park gave a good deal of obstacles and it helped a lot with her speed and maneuverability training so as such, Satellizer was doing some speed runs through the winding paths and through the trees.

It was during this particular jump that she noticed someone was occupying the tree she was about to bounce off of and promptly lost her balance, missing the mark and landing right next to the other girl.

Now she was both frustrated and embarrassed and it was clear as day on her face. She flinched a little and looked away red faced.

"S-sorry... Didn't see you there..."

Samantha reacted in the sort of way that someone who had seen one too many battles tended to react. At the first sight of a blur coming in her direction, she rolled as quickly as possible to the side, hands pressed to the ground and fangs bared. Her talons were out and she looked like she had just lost all of that relaxation in her limbs before she noticed that the person responsible was sprawled on the ground.

There was a grunt and a sigh before Samantha sat down again and shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I'll count it a blessing if I'm keeping quiet these days enough that people don't notice me," she said, a smirk on her lips.

There was, in the air, the faintest whiff of sulfur.

Satellizer hadn't noticed the girl's stance from before... due to falling on her face and then being too embarrassed to notice, but she did took hint of the weird sulfur smell and looked around to try and find the source. Failing to do so, she looked over at the girl a bit sheepishly, still trying to get over her blunder.

"I wish I could have something like that... not being noticed that is."

"It's a lovely ability," she said, making sure to be seated a little bit away from the stranger. She didn't like people getting too close. Still, that faint whiff didn't go away. It wasn't quite obnoxious, just kind of a strange undercurrent in the air.

"Wish I actually had it, but most of the time I seem to draw too much attention, so I wouldn't ask me for pointers," she added before closing her eyes and looking up. Only then did her claws slip back into her fingers.

Satellizer sighed, "I see... Well if I find a way to make it happen, I'll make sure to share the knowledge."

After all, if she could find a way to keep people away from her, it might be for the best. Nonetheless, Satellizer looked to the side a bit curiously and then back to the grass.

"Taking a break I guess?" she asked offhandedly.

"Yeah, something like that anyway," she said, reaching down and plucking up a small weed from the grass. The plant twirled between her fingers as she blew, causing tiny seeds to flutter away into the air away from them. A light breeze caught them and sent them cascading away.

"Busy enough getting my shop set up, so figured it would be good to take a moment and relax before I worked myself crazy. What about you? What's the deal with the crazy jumping around?"

"So you're a shop owner here then? How has your time in this place been like?" She asked even before she could catch herself. Noticing how forward the question might have sounded, Satellizer closed her eyes and bowed her head apologetically.

"Pardon, I was just curious since I haven't met many of the people who have set up shops here." She figured you had to be pretty settled down to do so. And she hadn't heard from the last one who had offered her a job, she figured he might have found a way back to his world.

"I-In any case, I was simply training some more. The coliseum works great for combat, but it doesn't do much for me in the stamina, speed and direction department. The park is good enough for that unless I go out into the forest."

"Only marginally better than where I came from," came the answer, shrugging. "And don't worry about it. It's... a fairly normal question to ask, though I'm not going to promise I'll answer anything you ask just as is. I get paranoid easily."

She laughed at her own expense, seemingly amused by even her own paranoia. "As for practicing your aim, speed, and ability to react to tight, unusual terrain, I suggest alleys too," she added. "Don't do it alone, but you ought to maybe look into working with city terrain. most of the fighting's been in town."

Satellizer offered a small smile at that and looked a bit away. "It's fine, I understand that feeling. Not... quite paranoia but... I don't do well with others." She laughed nervously and shook it off quickly.

At the suggestion, she looked up in thought and nodded. "Huh, you're right, that would make more sense... I'd just have to do it when there's no one around." And not just because someone might get hurt. The fewer people, the better.

"Yeah, we've got that in common. If I ever start flirting with you, kick my ass fast or be somewhere else," she grumbled, shrugging. "It's a good sign I'm not behaving myself."

"Yeah. Street fighting isn't helped that much by trees, though the thicker parts might not hurt especially if you get caught in a basement somewhere fighting around support beams."

Someone had experience with street fighting.

Satellizer's eyes narrowed and she looked at her concerned. "Does that happen often? I mean... the losing control of yourself..." Because that's something that she hated to think about, the loss of her own self and the fact that she'd been in similar situations a few times before.

"It's a good thing to keep in mind, thanks for the tip."

"It's happened once since I've been here, and I've only been around for about two months, maybe a bit less," she said, her voice having the encroaching concern of someone who thought she was 'due.' "Back home, it was more complicated, more twisted and a lot more frequent, but people had a bad habit of trying to get me riled. I think... I think whatever was causing that's less here than it was in my world, so it's just my blood now."

Her father wasn't here. It was as simple as that. The spirits of six or seven dead demons were also not whispering in her ears. That sort of helped avoid going crazy nearly as much.

Satellizer listened concerned and nodded, looking down a bit thoughtful. "That must be horrible... I'm sorry you have to go through that." She certainly would hate for that to happen to anyone, especially to her, again.

"I'd worry more for the other side of the equation," she said, shaking her head rather firmly. "I've done some fairly serious damage when I've been nuts."

"It's... never an easy time no... I almost eliminated my entire team during a possession myself." Although her was an outside source, she wouldn't even be able to begin imagining what it would be like for it to have constantly be there.

Possession... "Tricky business those," she muttered. "No spirits running around here, but if you're subject to that sort of thing be careful around the folks from my house. Some of us use human bodies like meat puppets." She waggled her fingers to make her point a bit.

"I've heard from a friend who's been here a while that it is the case with some, yes... I haven't been subjected to it but... " she paused and looked at her with curious concern. "You're one of them then?"

"Give the lady a prize," she said, pointing at her and smirking. "But as long as you aren't trying to kill me and I'm not having a crazed demonic bitch moment, I wouldn't worry too much. I hate having the power. It makes me feel horrible inside and it's way too close to demonic tricks as is."

Satella blinked and looked down a little, a small somber smile on her lips.

"Yeah... I wouldn't blame you either. I know what it's like." she paused and looked over at her for a moment. "Is there anything that could, you know, calm you down if you ever need to be? Maybe... maybe I or someone could help when something as such happens."

"Zipties, handcuffs and several hours of rest away from anybody if it's one of the bad spells," she said, shrugging. "Problem with those is I don't know when they happen, so I can't really warn people other than 'stay the hell away from me if I'm flirting with you.' Hell, apparently that got almost needlessly complicated with the trolls, so I've got no clue how to warn them since apparently some of them think this is perfectly normal."

"I've got a few people watching for signs. If we get this figured out, I'll have them tie me up ahead of time and hopefully that'll take care of it," she added, shrugging. "But I know that side of me... I wouldn't bank on it."

She always got loose, and the longer it waited, the worse it got.

Satellizer nodded, eyes narrowed in concern. "Well... If I see any signs, I'll do my best to help out then as well." she said confidently.

"It's not something that's easy to deal with... Maybe there will be a way to contain it better in the secrets this place hold."

She frowned. "This isn't meant to sound arrogant or anything, since most folks in this place are on a pretty even footing, but I'd rather you not play the hero," she said, looking at Satellizer levelly. "Someone tried that last time, and they were in a hospital for a week, and we're still not on speaking terms."

She sighed and shook her head, wrapping an arm around one leg and putting her chin on her knee. "If it came down to it, timing and catching me off guard could win the fight one on one, but that part of me knows what I know, and she's willing to fight really dirty. Don't get cocky and bring backup. It's better that than over-estimate what you can do and end up in my claws."

Satellizer nodded seriously, "Don't worry about it, I don't usually rush recklessly into combat. I might not look it, but I am a Pandora, and back in my world I was created to fight world ending beings from other dimensions."

"I've been a capable fighter since then and I give my word that I will do my best to help you if such an event occurs."

"We probably would have ended up trying to kill each other back home," she said, sounding a little non-plussed. "But at least you know to avoid getting into a fight alone if you don't have to."

"Wouldn't have been the first time I've had to kill a comrade, or fight to the death." she said distantly. "It was fairly common to have us pitted against each other in free for all matches to the death since our regeneration was really high, specially in some of us."

She nodded at the statement. "A fight that's not from an enemy but an ally should be viewed differently than the prior... I would try to take the best steps to assuring your safety and that of others."

She looked at her again, with that sort of level, distant and not exactly pleased look that seemed naturally plastered on her face. "You misunderstand. If my dad would have had his way, I probably would have ended up the sort of thing you were sent to kill," she said, her tail lashing about behind her in a faint bit of animation. "If the horns and tail aren't an indication, I am half monster."

Satellizer blinked and nodded in understanding. "I don't see why some differences should play into the scene... I mean, the situation's still the same is it not? You're still being controlled unwillingly and no one should go through that, tail, horns, or nothing at all..." She paused and her face reddened a bit.

"I... hope I'm not overstepping my grounds... am I? I just... to the normal population sometimes we're treated as such 'monsters' as you called them since technically we're bred from the same cells that the monster we hunt have... It's the only way we can fight them."

"Culpability doesn't change whether you'd have to try to kill me under those circumstances, now does it? A bomb doesn't plan to be what it is," she said. "It doesn't mean it doesn't have to be defused. In the end, however, that's not here, and my lack of control's a lot lower scale."

"Comparing a bomb to a sentient being wouldn't be fair, and I'm not in the right to judge... I do what I must when I have to." she let out a small sigh and nodded.

"At least there's that... let's hope that it stays as such and you can continue keeping it under control."

"It's perfectly fair if the bomb's doing the judging," she said firmly. "And I wouldn't bank on it staying in control. Trust me on that. But... enough of that. Warning time's over."

"Yeah..." Feeling that maybe she had overstayed her time here, Satellizer stood up slowly and offered a polite bow.

"I'm... I'm sorry for having intruded on your break. The time should have been used for relaxing and... well not other things." She hesitated for moment before looking back to her.

"I don't believe I introduced myself... I'm Satellizer L. Bridget, and if you ever need any assistance you may call on me if you so wish."

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I'm never really relaxed. So, this isn't that bad of a thing. And the name's Samantha Grey. I'll keep that fact in mind, though if it's about what we discussed, you realize that by the time I'd call, it's already too late."

"Samantha Grey, got it." she paused for a moment. "It's a rather nice name and I hope that it'd never be too late. I'll at least try to make it not so."

"Right... good luck with that," she said, looking her over and sighing. This one screamed 'going to play the hero' way too much. "Take care of yourself."

While hero was far from what others would consider Satellizer, the fact that she probably was more reckless than she let on to be was pretty clear by her stubbornness.

She nodded, "You as well."

Satella looked back once more as she left, wondering what was the girl's story... Then again, she wasn't willing to share her own so it would have been hypocritical to ask.

Ah, if it wasn't miss Samantha.

Cheriour approaches slowly as soon as he recognizes her- he's not friends with her, no. The relationship between them is a mutual want for the safety of Asgard, really, but that doesn't mean he's not curious at all as to find out more about her.

"Having a nice day, miss?" He says, curtly, bowing his head as he does so. It is always nice to be polite, even to people you don't know too well. " I hope I'm not disturbing you."

She looked up at him and nodded. Her face warred between a mixture of displeasure, nerves and curiosity. Cheriour wasn't exactly her favorite person, though they'd both hated the same person with an almost unbridled passion and both definitely wanted to keep her other half in check. Still, she wasn't having an episode and she didn't see any open reason to be rude even if he was an angel.

"Not really. Grab a spot if you want to sit for a minute," she said, motioning vaguely to a patch of grass that wasn't inside her comfort zones personally. "Day's alright. The apothecary's coming around bit by bit. Should be up in no time."

"Ah, thank you! You're too kind." And so he takes the seat, stretching out his legs and looking over at Sam with an unreadable expression.

Demons and angels were enemies, that he knew for a fact. But here, where demons could be like humans or be born through entirely different means, or even mate with human women and produce offspring, he had been unsure to jump so hastily to that conclusion.

And Sam was certainly one of those beings who made him question that.

He looks pleasantly surprised. "Apothecary? Oh, how interesting! I haven't seen one of those in a long time. When will it be finished?"

"Next few days. It's over in Loki district, basically on an off-street from near where the hospital is over in Sigyn," she said. "You're looking for the sign that says 'A Pinch of Sage' on it. It's not the most obvious building you've ever seen, but I prefer non-descript.

That was partially true. She'd also preferred a place that was more magically active than others to help her work... at least as soon as she began making sure all of the other focal points in Loki were fully active as well.

"There's another one run by the locals around here somewhere. That and the Yakuzen Clinic's stores that I help out with are about the only ones I know off the cuff."

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