Why don't you come in? -Ruby, open-

[Daxmilta]

The great thing about shitty places like this was that no body kept track of the buildings. Especially the big ones that were used for storage. It had been completely empty when she found it, except for scraps of metal, broken vehicles, bed frames, and one skeleton of...something. Needless to say, it was like coming home after several years. She started building and renovating the first night she found the place and after three long months of continuous work, she finally got her master piece the way she wanted it. Spotless white tiles lined the building from side to side, all the windows and exits were fortified with heavy securting from the inside. Like a fly trap. People could get in, but only Daxmilta could get out.

Inside the first room looked like a crappy kitchen from a crappy house, much like the rest of the slums, but this one was only slightly different. The stove didn't work and there was no food in the refridgerator. There was no need when one did not eat anything other than the occasional thigh or rib. She grinned as she shut the door behind her, she didn't lock it because that was how she set up the security to her fortress. The outdoor knobs turned and would not lock but on the inside you needed a twelve digit code and a spoken sentence for the door to open. Dax smiled as she walked down the dirt path from her 'house'. From the outside it was the same dust brown of the rest of the slums, grafitti was written all over the walls, monster claw scratches could also be seen in random patches where a winged beast must have struck the building like a moron.

The girl pulled out her umbrella and held it over her face, as she always did when she went out hunting. Her boots left prints in the dirt, but the constant breeze quickly took up her tracks like she had never been. A ghost. A Nobody. She was only vaguely aware of what she really was, she had never really gotten a complete rundown on what she was because the person she was with that was also a Nobody, died a week after Dax 'came to life'. Ok, honestly she killed the bastard because he was weird, and had annoying glowing eyes. That was when the ninteen year old girl realized her thirst for causing pain, for torturing.

Her inhumanly green eyes blazed at the thought of her first time she drew blood, the first time she took life. It was so amazing. So thrilling. There was litterally nothing like it. And so the process had begun. She would go out, find a specimen and then proceed to torture them until they either bled out, went insane, or died. Daxmilta preferred for her victims to survive only to have lost their mind. So not only must their families grieve for them, the must also live on while they watch their beloved spiral into place they couldn't follow.

It was so evil she had to giggle.

Notes: It's open, but let us get to someplace fun and climatic before a third party jumps in to ruin save the day

[Ruby]

(OOC: Sorry for the wait, Bananna!
Dax can take it out on Ruby if she'd like.)

At this point in her life, Ruby was a gal that could more or less fend for herself. She had lost count of the number of occasions in which she'd been ditched by Tantalus, her crew of thieves, so that she was unfortunately familiar with making her own way out of those sorts of pickles.
This time, however, was dismally unique. She had no memory of coming to the city she currently found herself roaming by foot. In fact, she was darn positive she had never been here, wherever 'here' was, before in her life. Ruby was feeling hopelessly lost and completely unable to gain her bearings.
Her bright eyes took in the city's sights, which were actually a bit depressing, making her recall her hometown Lindblum in ruins after Queen Branhe lay siege to it with the Eidolon Atomos, and also Alexandria, when it was similarly pulverized by Bahamut. Nobody seemed well off, in fact, it was probably accurate to say all the people she had seen out and about so far were poor as church mice. It plucked at Ruby's heartstrings to see so much poverty.
Not knowing which way was up in this town, she chose to listen to her gumption, which told her to keep moving until she found a person that might help her. Ruby hushed up the meek voice inside her that was wishing Blank or Marcus were there to save her, telling herself that she could fix this predicament on her lonesome. Rallying up her spirits, Ruby kept her gaze up and quickened her pace.
This resulted in an unpleasant tumble to the ground.
"Awww, shoot! I've gone and torn a hole in my stocking!" she drawled under her breath, her voice garnished with a hearty Southwestern accent. She had fallen hard enough to both tear her stocking and scrape up her knee. A pout manifested on the platinum blonde's face as the wound began to bleed, tracing delicate lines of red down her leg. Ruby hissed as the breeze picked up and made her cut smart. Hard as she try to prevent it, her positive disposition began eroding, and that meek voice crying out for her fellow troupe members grew louder.
"What'd an old gal do to deserve this?" the actress whined, sitting where she had fallen and looking around with wide puppy-dog eyes. Was a timely rescue too much to ask for? At this point she didn't mind if even a complete stranger were to do the approaching. She just wanted to stop feeling so astray.

[Daxmilta]

Dax kept her eyes fleeting in a pattern as she walked, up and to the left, up in the center, up and to the right, middle right to center, to left, bottom left to center to right. They were quick motions where she tried to spy any movement out of the ordinary; shadows, animals, maybe a human, or monsters. She could never be too safe. Although the thougth of her getting caught in what she does has crossed her mind, she honestly wasn't that good in covering her trail. She found that sort of vulnerability in herself exciting. If she knew someone was following her, she would make mistakes, leave trails or scents for them to find her easier so she could destroy them slowly.

The idea led goose bumps to run across her arms. She smiled and looked down at them, even though they were covered by coat sleeves, she could still picture the pale arm hairs lifting from the sensation. Her eyes dialated faintly as a cry of pain drifted to her ears. What's this? She was like a kid at Christmas running towards the tree that housed presents. Only she wasn't running toward a tree, even though she was sure a present was waiting for her.

She wound her way thought the ruins of the city she was in. Midgar. She never really found out what happened to this place, those she asked were never really in the right state of mind for that sort of conversation. Oh well, in time she would find out.

She rounded a corner of an overturned vehicle and spotted a girl down on her knees and her heart sank faintly. Girls weren't her preferred victim. She didn't get the same thrill out of it as she did when she tortured a 'big strong man'. She bit on her full bottom lip while she tried to decide what she should do: walk on like she didn't see anything and hope for a better specimen, or 'help' the girl and lead her back to her home where she would perhaps cut her open.

Her breath hitched and her vibrant eyes dialated further as her decision was made. She rushed forward, folding the umbrella shut over her shoulder and then hooking it on her arm as she trotted up to the girl. "Oh dear! Miss, are you alright?" Her feigned concern was spot on, she tried to keep the triumphant smile from her features while transforming her face into a look of concern. "That must have been a nasty fall, I'm sorry for you!" She crouched next to her, her eyes wide an sorrowful, although still dialated. She looked the girl over and she felt her heart splutter at the sight of blood on the girl's knee where she had ripped through the stocking. Yummy.

[Ruby]

(OOC: I fail, hxc FAIL.)

"Shoot...drat...double drat. tarrrnation!" cursed the platinum blonde to herself as she looked up from her ruddy knee and noticed the storm clouds rolling in on a mean, nippy breeze. Or perhaps they had been there all along. Ruby was hardly the girl to remember scenic details when she was upset. It didn't really matter when she had noticed them anyway, because those clouds were coming in just the same. They were grayer than chimney soot too, so on top of having slipped and nicked her knee, the actress could also expect a shower. It certainly put a damper on her just-recently lively spirits.
But in all honesty, Ruby couldn't quite decide what she felt more strongly, whether it was anger or fright. Being so hopelessly lost made her normally passionate, easily distinguishable emotions muddled and frenzied, as opaque as a pond when you plunked a big rock into its center.
So she sat there, staring down at the split in her hose with an expression that grew steadily sulkier by the second, wincing somewhat when the breeze kicked up and nipped at her scrape. Inside her head droned on a single phrase, varied slightly once or twice but overall unceasing in its childish monotony: I wanna go home.
Whatever semblance of logic left in Ruby kicked in at this moment, and she looked up from her kneecap and momentarily examined her surroundings for the second time since she'd taken her tumble. Same ole ugly, crumbly buildings...but here's that crack in the pavement I must've overlooked.
"Well, there ain't no point in gettin' wet too," she groused to herself, eyes narrowing at the sound of far-off thunder as she begins to push herself up onto her good knee.

"Oh dear! Miss, are you alright?"

The sudden inquiring nearly knocked the startled actress over in shock, which translated plainly onto her expression. Her cyan orbs beamed up to the source of the voice, squinting in gratefulness when they identified the slight young woman with a parasol in the crook of her arm. Ruby sat back and flattened her hair, which had been blown askew by the wind, chuckling at herself for being so plum jumpy.
"Sorry 'bout that, honest to goodness I didn't hear you coming!" she chirruped bashfully.

"That must have been a nasty fall, I'm sorry for you!"

As luck would have it, right as the young lady finished her sentence, a fat raindrop plunked into the center of her scrape, warranting a breathy hiss from Ruby. Figuring that that affirmed what she'd just said, Ruby tipped back her head to stare up at the churning heavens insteads, pouting and groaning once she realized the storm was showing up earlier than she thought it would.
She turns back to the raven-haired girl with a displeased expression, though her tone is as warm as ever.
"The name's Ruby, what's yours?"

[Daxmilta]

Dax watched as the young girl became startled at her words. She grinned inwardly but kept her expression worried. She held still as the girl looked up at the sky after a hiss and she believed a rain drop and plunked down on her leg. She looked at the bloody knee and did see a drop of water setting on top of the ruby liquid. She looked back into the girl's eyes as she introduced herself. Her plot was forming in her mind as she learned more and more about this girl. She was obviously not from around her because of what she was wearing, how she spoke, and just her widened and slightly bewildered eyes.

"My name is Daxmilta. I don't know if you have anywhere you need to be, Ruby, but it's about to storm. Why don't we head back to my place? It's just around the corner. I was sitting out my trashcans when I heard you fall..." She felt the need to explain, to further her appearance of complete innocence. She smiled at the girl and held out her hand to hold her up. "The forecast was a doosy."