(And she's a hunter, which makes her an "Arrow Ace", funny wordplay there)
"It's Britney, Britney Rafter. And I am a enemy of Virtue and good." She was Vozreal's daughter, but the audience isn't meant to know that yet.
(It's britney, bitch)
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(OOC: YES! I love character based wordplay!)
Hex nods in acceptance at her statement. Congratulations. You can stay. She looks at Vozreal who was still fussing with the arrow in his arm. You should have aimed for the head in my opinion.
You should have aimed for the head.
(Thanos, where are you?)
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(OOC: SHIET XDDD)
He pulled out the arrow from his arm and looked at Britney, thinking he knew her, but wasn't certain.
"So, who are you?" Britney said. If Vozreal always smiles, Britney never does. her antlers were showing
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Hex white teeth are on full display as her mouth curls under her eyes in that crescent abomination she calls a smile. She lifts her arms to her side with her palms facing upward. I am The Walking Hex That Plagues The World. But most call me Hex. So hunter. What fury do you bear for the demon? It is not a farfetched thought to believe he would anger someone with his mere presence, but what is your excuse? She eyes the antlers on her head and is hit with something faint in her mind. A familiarity… She tilts her head every so slightly.
"My excuse?" She asked. "I was aimming for a deer, but he got in the damn way."
"You remind me of my daugther…" Vozreal said to Britney.
"What's your name?" Britney said.
"Vozreal. Vozreal Rafter."
"DAd?" She said, wide-eyed
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" She asked.
"Because I'm a villain?" He replied
"Yare yare…" She said. She had her father's british accent
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Hex looks around the room in confusion. A deer…? Then she hears the exchange that happens between the two and tilts her head to one side in surprise. Wow. I honestly thought you were lying, but you truly did have offspring. Then upon hearing ANOTHER person say "yare yare" she puts her face in her claw and growls. By my tongue, she is your spawn.
"How's life, Britney?" He asked, nervous.
"Good, you?" She replied.
"Same."
An awkward silence fills the room.
"ANYWAYS!" Vozreal said, breaking the tension
"i haven't been back for long and i already wanna leave, im not dealing with another one of, him" he points a long, hooked claw at Vozreal and then Britney. His smoke grew slightly, puffing up as he crossed his massive shadowy arms. "he's annoying as is" he growled.
irl, i love Vozreal– King, however, doesn't– ))
"How DARE you compare me with my father! I am nothing like him!" Britney boomed at king.
(I sowwy for the inconsistency
(Which one do you like more? Vozreal or Britney?)
"You better not like me like that…" She said
"Good. I woulda kicked you in the nuts otherwise…"
"Yare Yare…" Both Vozreal and Britney said
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Hex watches in fascination as Britney interacts with the others. So you are a half demon, I am assuming? We have another one over there. She points to Negative. What did you come here for besides the deer? She continues to gaze at the antlers. Very familiar…
"Pretty much. I came here to see what was up." She said, cold.
"OH WHAT THE FUCK!" he boomed a growled. "WHAT IS UP WITH THE "yare yare" SHIT?!? IT'S SO FUCKING ANNOYING! GOD DAMNIT!" the smoke that surrounded and made up his own body got noticeably more thick and like previously the smell of fire was surrounding the walls of the now fancy room. "BOTH OF YOU ARE SO IRRITATING!"
"Whatever…" She said, not giving two fucks
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Hex watches all this unfold. She decides to sit herself on the ground as she does and folds her (figurative) legs under her and places her claws on her lap. Hunter. Allow me to ask this prematurely. Do you hate him. The demon?
"Not really…" She said, confused.
"I dislike him, sure. But not HATE. I reserve my hatred for those who deserve it."
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(OOC: Edited my last post to get rid of some smooth brained word placement)
Hex nods. Not in understanding, but in tolerance. I see… you claim to be an enemy of virtue. What have you committed to be worthy of such a title? Who have you wronged? She eyes her steadily and with interest. Maybe this one is not as completely dim witted as her father. Maybe she doesn't taste like shit.
"I'm his child. Automatic wronging, for lack of a better term. I wronged God by existing."
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Hex hums. So she would taste like shit. How fortunate that you are appointed the role before you resided within the womb. (She doesn't know where babies come from, but she knows what that is just roll with it.) Most do not share such luxury. She looks at her and inspects closely those antlers… She decides to drop the subject in her mind. It begins to become an irritating thought to her. Why do you have antlers?
"My mom had them." She replied.
"By the way, I have eaten myself before. I taste wonderful."
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Hex groans. Great, another one that can read minds. How horrible. She glares at her with annoyance. Anything doused in sin will not be pleasant to my palate. I crave virtuous blood. I only allow those who have led righteous and altruistic lives. Feeling such repugnancy die on my tongue is the most beautiful taste to grace my maw. She smiles wickedly to herself as she remembers the taste. She doesn't dwell on it too long or else she would lose self-control and beckon unsavory fates. She turns to Vozreal to distract herself and asks a weird ass question. Did you sire that child through a deer?
"No, I sired it with a human. But I was a women back then." He said truthfully
