BURNING THROUGH THE BLOODLINES | INTRODUCTION

[VANDAL R.]

"Ah, Roux-Cipher! You must be one of my -" Just before she can finish, Aita is wandering in and letting Cleo know the connection between them. Vandal grins at Aita before nodding her head in affirmation. More Roux-Cipher kids - or, simpler, Cipheroux Cuties, which she has taken to calling them in private. "Tha's right! You can call me Aunt or Vandal or Glowy Bitch, whatever suits your fancy as long as it's somethin'."

Would she mind if somebody called her Glowy Bitch? Probably not, Vandal calls herself a bitch more times than anyone has ever attempted to do, and often uses it as a self-proclaimed title when she's really in the mood to say it.

Both Aita and Cleo seem to be growing rather well, filling in their personalities bit by bit and letting their colors show - something which she likes, which she's curious to see. Their deviance in personalities are interesting, and Vandal has taken quite a liking to both of them (although she'd never dare admit it). Another is Coldblue, who she hasn't really interacted with a lot but offers her a friendly smirk; she's quick to flash one back and decides that she likes the way his brain works already.

He seems to have earned Aita's seal of approval, too. Things are looking good.

When Goldie wanders over, she takes note of her condition and is happy to see that she seems to be recovering. The pace might be slow, but she's beginning to regain her old strength - Vandal thinks that that's good. "Seems to be so. I'd have to see the inside of her mouth before I can be sure - black mambas have really cool mouths."