[Allison's jaw drops open at the mention of her being a warden. She would be insulted, if the other girl's tone wasn't so earnest and gentle, as if being a warden was a mark of virtue, and that vague touch of concern when she asks about Scott...
She really seems like she has no idea what's going on. She's good at lying, masking her scent and controlling her heart rate, but Allison's not totally reliant on her senses.
She's a hunter. She knows how to read people...and she's also spent enough time around the nogitsune to know when she's being fed on.
Stepping closer to Kira, she peers deep into her eyes, her own flaring gold again. She takes in the pure, luminous form surrounding her body. There's no darkness to it, and the kind of power she's been told lives within her. Something true, something special...nothing like the parasite she knows.]
You must be one of the infiltrators the Admiral warned us about. [Her voice is reverent, tinged with a thread of wary hope.
Because if these infiltrators are like Kira...some strange, alternate versions of the wardens with consciences and a sense of decency...God, even goodness in them...
Swallowing thickly, Allison's eyes go dark again...but not before a thread of crimson is visible around her irises amidst the gold.]
People on the Barge think you're a nogitsune. And I'm not a warden, I'm an inmate. Just like everyone else on the ship with anything resembling a soul still left in them.
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She really seems like she has no idea what's going on. She's good at lying, masking her scent and controlling her heart rate, but Allison's not totally reliant on her senses.
She's a hunter. She knows how to read people...and she's also spent enough time around the nogitsune to know when she's being fed on.
Stepping closer to Kira, she peers deep into her eyes, her own flaring gold again. She takes in the pure, luminous form surrounding her body. There's no darkness to it, and the kind of power she's been told lives within her. Something true, something special...nothing like the parasite she knows.]
You must be one of the infiltrators the Admiral warned us about. [Her voice is reverent, tinged with a thread of wary hope.
Because if these infiltrators are like Kira...some strange, alternate versions of the wardens with consciences and a sense of decency...God, even goodness in them...
Swallowing thickly, Allison's eyes go dark again...but not before a thread of crimson is visible around her irises amidst the gold.]
People on the Barge think you're a nogitsune. And I'm not a warden, I'm an inmate. Just like everyone else on the ship with anything resembling a soul still left in them.