I'M FEELIN' MYSELF | OPEN

[Amren]

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When Amren had been unexpectedly thrust into this position, she had expected more fun. Terrorizing others was her strong suit and yet, these Griffingaters (was that what they were called? Honestly she didn't care enough to know) provided her next to no entertainment. She spent most of her time here going through the extravagant treasure trove she had happened upon by accident one day, practically disappearing off the face of the earth as she combed through gemstone after gemstone. Was it something that belonged to the sovereign? Probably. Did she care? No, never.

But even that had gotten old for her quickly, the short woman running through her resources quickly in desperate attempt to have some fun. She had finally abandoned the little home she had taken to occupying, clad in her signature gray crop top and sweatpants, an almost gaudy ruby necklace adorning her neck. "I miss Cain... That insufferable boy at least never left me deprived of things to do," She grumbled to herself, sauntering down the street. No matter: she was sure she'd be seeing him soon and then, that'd change. Good, Amren thought to herself, absently brushing a stray lock of black hair from her face.

"Maybe I can set something on fire."

Yeah, that sounded like a good plan to her. The inhabitants of this group disliked her enough- this would just be adding fuel to the flames.

Literally.

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[Character Graveyard.]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Abella had been annoyed by the sight of the Blackfallen on the streets- but she had kept her distance, to avoid getting into a fight. Who knows what kind of powers the mutants might have? Running headfirst into combat with a mutant without any plans, it was dangerous.

The short-haired woman had been walking around the streets of the capital, both of her hands in her pockets- clutching onto a knife for self-defense. She wouldn't be surprised if she ran into any trouble, so carrying a weapon around was the best thing to do. Abella immediately noticed Amren nearby, who she responded to with an roll of her eyes. So she wanted to burn some Griffingaters?

Her gaze cold, Abella would walk towards the other woman, holding her shoulders up strong and bringing out the knife from her pockets. "We're just not practice targets for your group- we're people too." She said, her tone cold, with a hint of venom.