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Ghosts and stuff...again.

She had waited. Contamination of the city had made things difficult, had made it hard to regroup, and so she'd become weaker. Once she'd been purged of the filthy virus and had access to the city again, she remained at her place for several days. The monsters had become restless, and the arrival of their master satiated their wanderlust. It was just as well: Alessa had pent up aggression, and that could only be dealt with right with the creation of more, different monsters. To her irritation, many of them started to look a little like increasingly zombified versions of Sasami and Negi, two of the people constantly on her mind in the last few days. She'd kept them a secret for the moment though: she didn't need to give Sasami more reasons to be freaked out by her. Instead, she continued to increase her strength, and soon she was able to maintain her human appearance again.

Still, the monsters were numerous, and starting to attack each other. She would have to find a more permanent solution for her monsters, or at least have a new mission where she could kill things. Otherwise, she was going to land in hot water with the inhabitants of the ship. For the moment, Alessa wasn't going to think about it. New people had arrived on the ship and several different things had happened while she was in medbay.

Now she was simply wandering aimlessly for the moment, in older guise, unable to really pinpoint a feeling at the moment.

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Ruffnut too was restless. She felt the urge for action and had determined it was because she wasn't fighting with her brother as much as she used to. Well he wasn't around after all.

The Sensoriums were as good a place as any to hit stuff but it wasn't as much fun if they didn't hit back. Still she wasn't sure what else to do as she roamed the halls feeling her muscles tighten at every individual she passed.

Hmm. Alessa hadn't met all of the people on the ship, or at least had not seen some of the new people here. This scrawny girl for instance: she was new, and there was something that, despite her appearance, seemed almost larger than life in a way.

She stopped and turned to her. "Hello, we have not met. I am Alessa. Who are you?"

Ruffnut heard the voice and it took a moment to register it was speaking to her, turning and giving a "Tough girl" hard stare, "I'm Ruffnut." She responded curtly sizing up this opponent...wait. No she wasn't an enemy, yet.

Alessa raised an eyebrow. "You're...not serious, are you? How can a nut be rough?"

Well, she supposed if you meant "nut" as in crazy person, but in other circumstances a crazy person would just be killed.

"Are you looking for something?"

Evangeline had a Discussion to have with Alessa. The little vampire was well aware that the strange monsters that could occasionally be found around the city were Alessa's minions, and she for the most part tolerated the creatures if they didn't bother her; Alessa was, after all, a friend, and friends, even evil friends, did not slaughter each others' minions without permission.

At least, that was, until she'd found one walking around with her apprentice's face. Evangeline honestly had no idea what the gesture actually meant but it made her feel undeniably possessive. She liked Alessa for their similarities, but being the same sort of creature implied a level of competition. Negi need only serve one master, even in image. And he definitely needed only one demon...

She was a capable scryer and Alessa was a unique presence on the ship; it did not take Evangeline long at all to track the girl down. The little vampire announced her presence dramatically, throwing the frozen and quite bodiless head of the lookalike down in front of Alessa.

"I believe this is yours."

"I saw that thine monsters have gain a variety," Pirogoeth said, having recently been released from GLADOS. After being gone for far too long, she thought she'd see if she could check on Alessa. It had been...interesting, checking out her usual haunt in the city. "And something about thee being among the ill recently?"

Alessa looked down at the head of one of the aforementioned demons and shook her head, very clearly amused. She'd thought she kept most of those back at the factory, but she supposed that there were a few that could manage to poke their way out. The minion had none of the charm of the real thing anyway, slavering and grasping as her minions usually were, and she had an idea that Evangeline might not warm to the idea of a minion Negi.

Truthfully, it didn't thrill her either.

"So you took this one down, did you?" Alessa said, staring at the head a moment. "Just as well. These are far more vicious than I would have guessed. as for their genesis....I had a bit of a run in with your pupil and my acquaintance on the ship, which had a rather lasting effect on me. I suppose you might have notice the OTHER new addition."

"They are connected to me, and I to them," Alessa replied as if she always was Pirogoeth every day. Truthfully, it ad been awhile since she shared quarters with the girl: since her disappearance, Alessa had remained in the factory, looking over her minions, fortifying their stronghold. "As for that, it was rather embarrassing, and I've had to rethink my way of dealing with the ship. Stacy, it seems, is prone to grave error when it strikes her."

"It's a tough name, scares away trolls." She explained for what felt like the hundredth time. People on this ship just didn't understand viking names.

"Yes!" she added and then quickly corrected herself, "I mean...I don't know what it is I'm just..." She grumbled and sighed in a frustrated manner. Communicating her feelings was difficult. Neigh impossible for someone like her.

"Trolls," Alessa repeated. She'd met a few, certainly, but had never seen them be afriad of names. Maybe these were a different type of troll?

Alessa lookled at the girl a long time. No, this wasn't one of the usual annoying humans, at least, not the ones that were all about living peaceable. She's noticed this sort of pent of feelin in herself, actually.

"You're restless," Alessa commented. "Almost like you're looking for a fight."

Whta else could someone dressed like that to be restless about?

"Yes!" Ruffnut answered almost too eagerly, "But like, we're not supposed to fight except in those magic rooms and those things won't fight back that hard." Though she had gotten herself tossed around in the Sensoriums it just didn't have the same feel.

"You're forgetting the City," Alessa said airily. "Stacy can't really detect fighting there, and as for what you could do to sharpen your skills, that all depends. If you can stand frightening things that usually make most humans go mad, I might be able to help there. It's been awhile since I've seen a human with decent fortitude, after all."

Without magic, anyway. Rose came to mind.

"She can't?" Ruffnut's lips curled into a smile, "Vikings are made of sterner stuff!" She declared "I can handle any unspeakable horror!"

Her scrawny body hid lanky muscles toned from Zetta's training just begging to be used.

"No," Alessa said, "or I would have possible been prevented from making my home. Well, they would have attempted, anyway."

Here, Alessa decided to dispense with the human guise. She reverted to her demon form: smaller, grayer skin, the scent of decay, rust and death upon her. "Are you sure about that? You can't just turn and walk away, if you really want to test yourself."

What did she sense from her? Something...something different, it reminded her of someone. Oh well.

Her eyes went wide as the girl transformed, "What...how did you do that? Was that magic?" She peered curiously at her and recoiled at the scent.

"Pfft, magic," Alessa said, rolling her eyes. "It's so flashy. No, I'm a demon actually. Like I said: if it weren't for the city, I would have more trouble than I needed. So tell me now, strangely dressed girl: what do you say?"

"I didn't like its face." Evangeline said. There was a hint of a threat there... though she was perfectly prepared to wait until she had a full explanation to be angry or merely annoyed or amused or whatever she was going to be, she had always her inclination to push at those around her who had not yet proven themselves. Alessa was someone she was mostly prepared to take 'as she was' without such testing... but the incident had put her in enough of a mood to apply such adversarial practices.

"I didn't." Evangeline cared a good deal less about this unidentified acquaintance of Alessa's. "But it's obvious something passed between you and the boy for you to have created something like this. I want to know what."

Possessive indeed.

"Nor do I," Alessa said, clenching her teeth. No offense to Negi, but it was hardly her intention to have him as one of her zombie folk. It irritated her that this stupid virus thing from Stacy had caused this reaction. The more she thought about it, the more the remnants of her anger from that situation grew. "If I had known that this dirty living ship would start playing tricks like this, I would be making more trouble. I had hoped by now we'd have a ship, or at least a mission to participate in where I could resume my...activities. The lack of such compounded with this virus apparently caused a subconscious image of the last pertinent situation in the form of those monsters."

She sighed. "Which isn't helped by the fact that during that time, the boy aided in my attempt to keep Sasami from harm. Demons do NOT like owing people, particularly if they're human. Otherwise, I have no other intentions for the boy mage."

Well, right now anyway.

Ruffnut grinned that dangerous thrill seeking grin, "I'm up for anything!" She declared balling her fists and practically bouncing on her heels with an eagerness to spend her excess energy testing herself.

And that was EXACTLY what Alessa wanted to hear: granted, a more cautious human would have liked to know the details of what she was fighting and all, but a real battle situations wouldn't have such spoilers. A REAL fight would require thought and a certain amount of insane bravery, it was clear this human had the latter in abundance.

Alessa stared into the girl's eyes, and now they were in the playground in the outside of Alessa's factory. The sound in the air was that of a siren, the usual indicator of the approaching of the monstrosity of Silent Hill. The playground went from mildly desolate to rusted, run down and foggy, the swings moving all their own, the monkey bars falling into ruin. THe slide was a death trap.

And then came the monsters.

First came a dog that looked to have its skin burnt and deteriorating, and instead of a head was a writhing mass of worms. Appearing next were four small child like creatures with no discernible faces, knives all in their hands, looking as if they would be going for the feet. The last creature looked almost human but was a bit bigger, also partial skinless with a face entrapped in wires.

"The first creature is a Wormhead, and it will go for the face," Alessa said, "and to help it, the Grey children that will attack with sharp implements. The last creature is a Romper, quick and rough to prey, it will attempt to knock you to the ground and attack you. That is all the help you shall get from me: attack any way you like, use whatever you can to weaken them. These are far from the strongest creatures, but i want to test your mettle first. See what you can do."

She seemed to be searching for the word in the air, and then repeated the name, "Ruffnut," with a sinister tone.

Ruffnut's eyes went wide as what could be described as the most horrific thing she'd encountered yet unfolded before her.

Not even the biggest scariest dragons could compare to these monstrosities.

She found her heart racing and her breathing shallow as her mind raced. What had she gotten herself into?

And somewhere in the back of her mind she could just hear her brother mocking her for being scared. Easy for him to say he was either dead or sleeping in a pod.

Still it was that anger at her brother that overcame the fear for now as she reached into her pockets drawing out her weapon of choice, a pair of fingerless black gloves with a metal ring around the wrists. Zetta's creations meant to help her with her hand to hand as she stared down the various monsters.

Taking up a defensive Stance she leveled her eyes on the dog monster tipping her helmet back a bit so it wouldn't fall over her eyes, "Bring it on!" She challenged the beast.

Alessa couldn't help buts miel at this. She hadn't ever come across a human with this much spirit, even in the face of things most humans would run screaming from. If she proved to actually be formidable, she would have to inquire about her world.

Not that she was going to easy, of course. That wasn't what she OR this human wanted. For that reason, try to her word, the wormead leapt high, letting a bark out that sounded strangled and dehumaizing. The grey children let out a laugh of malicious mirth, going for the girl's legs.

Alessa watched o n, fascinated, holding the Romper back.

Ruffnut went low diving to avoid the Wormead, too slow to avoid the Children crashing directly into them. A scream of pain indicated that she'd received her first cut as she began lashing out in what appeared to be wild fury induced lashings.

But Zetta had taught her the first basic skills of throwing punches and grappling. Make each one count. As she bit her lip to ignore the wounds she'd taken she aimed each swing for the "faces" of the children.

Alessa watched, noting how Ruffnut was overcoming her fears and her revulsion and slamming into the grey children. She would have told her that attacking the faces (they hardly had any) was for naught, but she would discover that soon enough when they rebounded their attack. The girl would be cut, but sh would learn. The wormhead, after all, was already rearing from another attack and the Romper was still ready to cause havoc.

"Look sharp," Alessa advised as the grey children came at her again.

Ruffnut heard the Wormhead coming before she saw it and attacked with the first weapon that came to hand...one of the children. She seized it and flung it hard at the Wormhead not even slowing down to see if it hit. Her stomach was churning from touching and being so close to these nightmares but she wasn't going to give Tuff the benefit of knowing she was scared.

Not that he was there.

The other children were upon her now and she barely kept a step ahead of their slashes feeling her skin burn from the cuts she did obtain. Already crimson stained her fur and the ground sweat beading on her forehead.

She shot forward again hoping to grapple with another of the grays and swing it about like a sack of rocks.

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