[i]You see Erin approach you, rainbow eyes staring into your very being, or at least it felt that way. He wore his silver armor, but this time his cloak was rimmed by fur. He would look at you with a look of interest[/i] "Hey there" [i]You could tell he was a Shadow Mage by the runes on his armor, and by two knifes hanging on his waist.[/i]

[u]"...Hey."[/u] [i]Irina simply turned back, staring upon Erin with cold, crystal clear blue eyes. A smirk formed upon her pale face, as her gloved heads only retreated back into the depths of her own coat's pockets.[/i] [u]"I haven't seen you before, it seems. So you're new to this place, I assume? What would you call yourself, may I ask?"[/u]

"I call myself Erin" [i]He would look at you with his rainbow eyes, constantly shifting and changing colors. He would sit in front of you.[/i] "Who are you?"

[u]"Me? I am known by may things, Erin. Vileblood, murderer, fiend...the list continues. But you may call me Irina."[/u]

Bump by request of Pants.

Snow could be heard trying to get herself unstuck from a branch on a nearby tree. Nothing could be seen from a distance but it sounded like her ankle was stuck between two close branches due to her angry words toward the tree.

[u]"Er...are you alright?"[/u] [i]Irina didn't know about Snow's...condition. So she thought that Snow was simply normal, regular Quincy. Nothing too special, right?[/i]

She looked down over at Irina. "Y-yeah. Just a little stuck..." Q- er- Snow's voice was definitely different. Not by much but it sounded slightly feminine.

[u]"...Quincy, you sound different. Almost like a...a female. Is something wrong?"[/u] [i]Now, Irina was just confused in all honesty. She had known Quincy to be male, and yet he sounded...well, feminine. It was odd to her, to say the least.[/i]

[i]A man approached Irina, his body and head covered in a set of gunmetal grey armour, the orange, Plexiglas visor glinting with murderous intent. It was the communist Jason, one who had a murderous hate boner for Irina thanks to how many she had killed.. Unbelievable that that damned heap of scrap let her back in.. He stood at six feet and five inches, his entire figure covered with weapons. On his chest, held there by maglocks, was a Bolter of the Astartes. A MK Vb Godwyn pattern, to be exact. Loaded with twenty standard Bolts, as there was no armour to be pierced. Diagonally across his back was a gunmetal grey FN FAL, loaded with a fifty round drum magazine, the bullets ranging from AP to explosive to standard. Then, last but definitely not least, were the two shotguns at his hips. Both were exactly the same; futuristic and a midnight black, with flashy blue lights, as well as a thirty shell drum magazine, filled with explosive slugs. [/i] "Bitch," [i]Was all Jason muttered, two sets of twin predator blades extending from his gauntlets. All four steel blades were exactly eight inches long, with a razor-sharp edge. Silently, the thrusters located all over Jason's armour started to activate, sliding out of their hidey holes. These would allow for quick evasive maneuvers and even flight. [/i]

[i]A soft chuckle of what seemed to have been amusement sounded from Irina, a sadistic glint within her piercing eyes as she only stared upon Jason. Both feet were planted strongly onto the ground, one foot tapping as if Irina was ready for action. And even then, she didn't bother drawing her weapons.[/i] [u]"Guess this is about the actions of the past, hmm? The murders, the deaths...I know of what you're on about, how could I not?"[/u] [i]She then sighed deeply, tilting her head back to the cherry blossom tree's trunk. The names of those she had murdered were on there...Bliss...Isaac...Hell, almost Quincy, she wasn't sure about how he came back.[/i] [u]"...Guess you're also here to redeem the souls lost upon those terrible days...[/u] [u]...Very well. I probably can't change your opinion. I know I can't change the inevitable outcome. Eventually, one of you will come along as some sort of "hero for the people", and brutally murder me for what happened months ago. Then act as it you're some sort of great champion and as if you deserve some grand reward for your kill.. At least; that's what I expect."[/u] [i]Irina slowly drew her Rakuyo from its sheath, her gloved hand covering its stainless blade as she suddenly whipped it to her side.[/i] [u]"...But at least take the armor off. I swear I'll go melee only. Promise."[/u]

"No," [i]Came Jason's answer as the thrusters on his back activated while he started running, snow crunching under his feet. Then, he leaped, sending him forwards and towards Irina at pretty damn high speeds, since he was propelled by rockets. His right, cybernetic hand clenched into a fist, right arm pulling back, fist - or, well, blades aimed at Irina's center of mass, the steel glinting in the sunlight, while.. moisture dripped from his armour. Must've been pretty damn hot.[/i] "Like I can trust ya," [i]He spoke midair, voice cold and harsh. He really did have a hate boner for this woman. He wouldn't even think about taking off his armour. This woman was dangerous. Highly dangerous, at that. A murderer, too.. Taking his armour off just because she promised? Trusting someone who murdered though to rival Hitler? Only idiots and brainless fools would do such a thing. [/i]

[u]"Hey, I-Oh, for f[i]u[/i]ck's sake."[/u] [i]As Jason suddenly propelled himself towards the Vileblood, Irina immediately jolted underneath his flying fist, while she then drew something from her longcoat's pocket. It was not her Darksaber; she didn't want to kill Jason in the first place, but instead a piece of paper, blue electricity coursing within its scorched fabric.[/i] [i]As she passed Jason, Irina then turned back to face him once more, as she crumpled the remains of the paper over her Rakuyo's twin blades. The steel suddenly began to course with pure electricity, blue bolts jumping off of the sharpened blades rapidly. Irina only began circling, although it was clear that she took no joy in this.[/i] [u]"I don't understand. Every time I try to start over, every time I try to fix things...[/u] [u]It all just goes to hell. There's always some bastard who thinks he or she's a goddamn hero if they kill me."[/u] [i]A sickening glint of madness flickered within Irina's cold, icy eyes, as if a burning hatred had sparked up within her. There was nothing that she hated more than people targeting others over and over, even if the target was trying to undo their wrongdoings. It made her sick, even.[/i]

A light hovering sound, like that of a badly tuned instrument, grew closer, upon inspection it was revealed to be the green-hued spacecraft of the Separatist faction of Sangheili Then, footsteps, loud and heavy. Great weight and height was being exterted in the steps of the unknown being that drew near her, but he must have been quite the sight -he left only whispers in his wake-. A deep, yet young voice resounded behind Irina, that of an Elite's, despite the contempt most held for humans, this one seemed to respect you since you seemed to be here in rememberance of the fallen. "Greetings....."

[u]"...Greetings."[/u] [i]The woman had turned to the sounds and the arrival of the Elite, and as she stared upon the technology that she wasn't exactly familiar with, she sighed slightly. Irina wasn't the biggest fan of things she didn't understand, especially when it came to foreign technology.[/i] [u]"What brings you here, then?"[/u]

The wind was calm until the sparrow came. It was a small beast, but a peculiar one at that. It settled high above the tree and stared down at Irina. Its feathers were black, with specks of blue decorating its entire body. The beady eyes of the bird gazed down at the Vileblood before the faint smell of brimstone overcame her senses. Something was wrong. The bird flew down a few branches more, eventually perching itself once more upon a more naked branch. Ribbons of red flew off of it with the wind, which had strangely began to pick up when the bird descended. Blood? Was the bird wounded? And if so, how could it fly? Something was terribly wrong. Flapping its wings, it left a trail of black dust in the wake of its descent. The smell of brimstone got more powerful as the sparrow landed on the branch closest to Irina, still above her but only several feet away. Its features were defined now; tendons hung freely between its feathers, as if the bird was ripped apart and put back together with pieces of viscera still outside of its skin. It was not a black bird itself - all of their feathers were stained with soot and ash, which glowed with still burning blue embers. And for a single moment as it looked down at Irina, there was something in the reflection of its eye. Perhaps it was a mere trick of the light but within the jet black irises of the sparrow was a faint hint of gold tinged by a rusty layer of red... Almost like the helmet of a mad Executioner.

[i]The woman had been drawn to the condition of the bird, to say the least - so much that both of her light blue eyes had locked upon its body, surveying it in what could have been confusion. But alas, as she peered into its eye, and saw that ever-so familiar gold... [/i] [i]Something within Irina sparked. An insanity. A madness, hiding away deeply. She thought she would never see it again, that the populace would forget the Executioners of Martyr Logarius...she thought Daniel, the man that had murdered her love and sliced her tongue out years ago, had been killed off months ago. She KNEW he was killed off, his name was upon the cherry blossom's trunk...[/i] [i]It was impossible...it had to be.[/i] [i]Jumping up suddenly, Irina's eyes suddenly flashed upon the surrounding area, her left hand suddenly drawing her modified Evelyn pistol as her right hand draw her Rakuyo; a weapon utilized by the lady huntress Maria, the main steel blade sharpened yet bloodstained, as the secondary blade, the dagger, protruded from the brass hilt of the weapon itself.[/i] [i]It was easily seen that she was fearful for her very life...that she was terrified of the one thing that she thought was gone. No, she knew the Executioners were gone...[/i] [i]Then what was that faint glimmer of gold and rusted blood she had seen within the eyes of the bird?[/i]

As she whirled around she caught the silhouette of a figure standing several feet behind her. He was clad in a long, thick black leather overcoat, oddly reminiscent of the apparel the hunters of Irina's world wore. He wore a belt around his waist and a bandolier around his chest over the coat. At the left side of his hip sat a curved katana sheathe embroidered with various Oriental and Celtic designs, yet its most defining feature was a fuel barrel, ergonomic grip and firearm trigger near the mouth of the scabbard. It was a beautiful abomination of forgotten culture and brutal machinery. The handle of the sheathed blade was tied with dirty rags in the traditional Japanese fashion. At his left sat a rather large revolver; a Mateba decorated with the same engravings as the katana sheathe. There was another holster a few inches in front of the revolver, this one much more wide and tube-like. A firearm no doubt - but what kind? Holstered within the bandoliers on his chest were two .50 cal Desert Eagles, placed on his chest Edward Kenway style. Slung on his back was a large anti-tank rifle and abnormally large sawed-off shotgun, the former of which he dropped to the ground as Irina stared at him. Perhaps the most eerie piece of equipment was the man's mask, which he clipped on to his face just as Irina looked at him, hiding his features. It was an industrial gas mask, decorated with Tribal markings etched onto the matte black surface. Within the noir reflection of the visor Irina saw a glint of it once more - the rusted gold of a mad executioner's helmet. "I see it in your eyes," the man's aged and reluctant voice said beneath the exterior of the mask, "that look of insanity. Bloodlust. A monster lurking deep within yourself. That's my job, I presume. Hunting down these monsters within men." The sparrow cawed as it flew towards the man, who opened his coat slightly. The small avian disappeared within its folds as the man approached Irina, that same golden glint in his gas mask's visor.

[i]Irina only stood still as Lucien began his approach, her gloved fists tightening over the handles of both her drawn Evelyn and Rakuyo. Her face had contorted into a worrying look, one filled with a slight fear yet an anger, too. She didn't understand; she had tried in the past few months to stop herself from murdering, killing, and delving deeper into her own madness, yet...[/i] [i]As she stared longer and longer at the faint, familiar gold...that madness began to slowly, but steadily, return to her mind.[/i] [i]Then, a footstep backwards, quiet and lightweight, and taken by Irina herself. Then, another. Even as she stared into the thing that she had found to fear more than anything else, the Vileblood didn't lunge in her insanity, but instead began to...retreat? Irina looked as if she would at least try to say something to Lucien - to tell him to get away from her, or something of the sort - but she couldn't find the right words for it all. Even then, Irina's mind wasn't fixated on speaking to the man that would most likely try to kill her in the near future.[/i] [i]Her main priority was to find a way to end this without one being killed, and that was considering both. Lucien had already seen the savagery within her eyes - now Irina had to convince him that she could hold back her own bloodlust.[/i] [i]She finally found the words for what she would say to the man, and only hoped that they were enough to at least make him stop in his tracks. If not...she would resort to violence.[/i] [u]"I don't know what you want, and I don't know how many others you've murdered over what they have seen and done, and what they have become because of their own actions,"[/u] [i]Irina spoke with a low, quiet tone, yet one with a tint of an Italian accent.[/i] [u]"...At least know...that I attempted to hold my own insanity back, these past few months, due to my own initiation into this place...and the death of one that caused me much suffering. But that simple fact wouldn't stop one such as you... Would it?"[/u]