"Do you *really* want to know? The last time you asked one of these things you did not like the answer."

"Likewise." She tilted her head. "Were you trying to turn me human, is that why you bit me?"

"Because knowing your name beforehand would have made everything better, of course." She chuckled. "I'm Isobel."

"I'd be more worried about the blood thirst, to be honest." She blinks, suddenly realizing something. "We have interacted before, but I don't know your name."

She holds his face, pretending to be taking a good look at him. "Hm, no. Your fangs are still normal."-she jokes.

Nope, luckily for him, she knows her strength and didn't pierce his skin. She moves back and smirks. "You were saying?"

She blinked as she was bitten in the arm by the man for no apparent reason. "You call that a bite?"-she chuckled. "Oh, dear..."-she leaned in. "This is a bite." And she's biting him on the neck, since it's basically the only thing exposed he has.

"What a beautiful night."

She chuckled. "My my, that's a strange sight."

(𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞) Sunset. A gentle breeze caressed the exiled Jedi as she meditated on top of a cliff, hood covering her white hair, a white mask covering her face. It had been a few months since she'd found this planet, her current home. It was full of life, perfect for someone like her. +

Working on a Star Wars verse(?)

She's out for a run... At human speed.

She headed into her room to change into her black shirt and pants, rather than the dress. It would allow her to move more easily. If It was up to her, she'd have been wearing her armor from the start, but that'd call too much attention. After she was done, she came out. "You do?"

"It does." She kept quiet for a few moments. "As long as what I have to do or give doesn't endanger Ancaria, I will do it. It... might be better to change my clothes though."

"You said, what if I forget all about being an adventurer? So you weren't an adventurer before?"

"So you weren't an adventurer before."

She's just observing at this point, amused.

"Have it your way then, dear. Don't let me stop you "-she shrugged.

"Immortal, remember? I've reached a point where these scandalous things no longer bother me." She tilted her head. "If you forget, doesn't that mean you might be bound to ask about It again?"

"Fair. But then you should be more careful of the things you ask, darling. The answers might be of the scandalous kind, especially in this time and era."-she chuckles.

"Hey, you asked. I merely answered."-she shrugged. "Curiosity killed the Elf, apparently."-she chuckled. "This is the kind of reaction that makes me think you've lived a somewhat sheltered life."

"No, there isn't. As for the answer to your question..."-she leans in and whispers what it is.

"We will, no worries." Her wolf, Ulfr, came out of some bushes to stay at his master's side.

"If that's the case, then will you allow me and my wolf to protect you, at least for tonight?"

"It's no burden, Elise." She tilts her head. "Unless it's because you don't know if I can be trusted?"

"I'll keep watch. Get some rest."

"𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑰'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒙𝒚𝒈𝒆𝒏..." Yep, she's singing.

"If you simply want to knock people out, a staff."

//Art belongs to Irina Togobitskaya.

"𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑰'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒙𝒚𝒈𝒆𝒏..." Yep, she's singing.

"Let's see how creative you all can get with your questions."

Seems like she's training with her sword... But there's a certain violence to her today.

"Any ideas of what they might ask for?" If they went to visit any of these groups, she'd have to hide the tattoo of the Heart of Ancaria on her chest somehow. She would not put her world in danger if she could help it.

"Let's see how creative you all can get with your questions."

"Oh, dear... The irony." She chuckled.

Isobel crossed her arms. A few options, all important companies. That only made things more difficult. If they were interested in other universes and they found out she belonged to one of them... She looked at him. "This is your world. Where would you begin searching or asking?"

She nodded. "Can you think of any scientific company or individuals that'd be foolish enough to try and mess with reality itself?" "Other than the demon I'm trying to find, I mean." [The ghosts from the graveyard might also have felt something... Perhaps we could ask them.]

Just walking through the forest with Ulfr, her wolf.

"Twenty three is still young, though certainly not a child."

She's sketching again... This time it's one of the Seraphim she met during her quest to defeat Shaddar.

"Appreciated." She blinked. "So you also felt the surge. I actually wanted to try and find the origin. With that much instability, a portal might have opened... And if the demon's in this world, he might have made its way there." [A memory of the demon taking Vilya played in her mind.]

"Much appreciated." [A tempting proposition. Unfortunately...] "I'm planning on going out to try and find out information on Vilya's whereabouts."

She 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 to him till she was close, a fanged smile on her lips as she caught his thoughts. [You're a bad liar, Jax.] "Might be. It's certainly far more fitting for this world than armor, wouldn't you say?"

"Feeling a bit hot and bothered, darling?"-she teased.

"I will never get used to wearing dresses... But I will admit this one has its charms."

Watching the moon rise.