I don’t know what I’m doing but I wanna use this character (OxO| Closed)

Osora kept her limp barely noticeable as they walked, cutting through side streets most people would never think to take. It didn't matter how dark or shady looking, Osora cut through without fear. Like she was comfortable in the belief that she was the scariest thing on the streets.

And she was.

So comfortable, in fact, that even when she noticed the shadow they had, she didn't bother taking safer routes, or ducking into a shop. Why should she? You've protected these streets for years. You can sure as hell protect Tali as well.

"I switch them up day to day, but essentially. I prefer the back streets." Osora said, not necessarily casual, but as casual as one would expect from her in any normal circumstance. She gave his hand a small squeeze, letting him know that things would be fine. Then she came to a stop in the alleyway, turning around.

"You know, it's much easier to chat when you can see the person who wants to chat with you."

"Too bad I don't want to chat, then." The clicking of a gun was where things maybe started to go wrong. It being pointed at Tali was a step down.

"Respectable." The man, wearing a strange looking mask, said with a scoff. Even with the mask covering his face, it wasn't hard to tell there was a sneer on his face. "How can anything that freak does be respectable." He asked, jerking the gun violently in Osora's direction. Where most people would have flinched at the movement, she stared unfalteringly back at him.

Even as she stepped closer, shifting slightly so she could block Tali. "Ah. Tell me, Tanaka, did you really track me down just to call me a freak?"

"Of course not. I came here to do what I should have done that day in primary school. I came here to kill you. But I'll start with him, to get him out of the way. Then it's just you and me, Tokino."

"You should have, yeah. You should have killed me." Osora said, shrugging a shoulder. "But you didn't. Instead, you left me in that closet, because you were too cowardly to kill me. What makes this time around any different?"

"This time? Why is this time different?" Tanaka asked, throwing his head back with a laugh. "Because I know, now. I know exactly what you are. And I know this, right here, is my destiny. And it starts with killing that grumpy little friend of yours." He raised the gun again, aiming it just above Osora at Tali's head, and stopped suddenly.

His eyes grew wide behind the mask as his skin began to pale everywhere it was showing, and suddenly he was convulsing.

Osora stepped forward, not stopping this time as she moved towards him at a leisurely pace, her arm held out and hand clenched into a fist. Though Tali couldn't see her eyes, Tanaka could. He could clearly see the terrifying red glow to her eyes as she spoke. He could see the way her lips drew up into the only smile she knew anymore, the one that channeled every single fear, sharpening it and turning it into a weapon designed to instill fear in others. "I don't think so. My death may be deserved, but his is far from it."

"Tali, darling." Osora said, her voice still carrying that terrifying chill, but softening slightly as she turned to look at him. It took everything in her to do so, to not hide her face from the one person who hadn't yet seen that side of her, but who she wanted to stay. "I suggest stepping out of the alley real quick. This isn't something for you to see." She was shaking slightly, a combination of her already prevalent exhaustion and low energy, and the power coursing through her. No matter how many times she did this(and it had been too many), it still sent her heart into a tizzy and the sickness in her veins a rush. Monster.

Osora's fist unclenched as soon as Tali was gone, and she turned back to Tanaka, her wrist flicking oddly. Suddenly, she was holding a knife made of one of her own bones, the taken bone already replacing itself, quickly as she took the focus off healing her knee. She crouched next to the still-writhing Tanaka, voice cold and smile colder. "Maybe if I'd been alone, I'd have let you take me out of this world. But you went after someone I cared about. Too bad."

It was quick, but it looked decently painless, as Osora made quick work of the arteries necessary. When she stood, her shoulders slumped, and she wobbled on her feet as she turned back to the mouth of the alley Tali had left. "I-I'm sorry."

"Don't. Don't apologize. I told you to." Osora said, shaking her head firmly as she leaned heavily against him. "I told you that wasn't something for you to see. And I'm right. I'm not a hero, Tali, I'm just someone who does bad things for the good of others. I'm sorry you-got caught up in that." She closed her eyes, breathing deeply to try and calm the raging bloodthirstiness inside her.

"I sure don't feel like a hero. More like a monster." Osora said, pressing a hand to her chest, right over her heart. It was like she couldn't decide who she was, emotionless but soft, or rutheless and unforgiving. Sometimes the two swapped at the worst times. What am I doing wrong? Besides everything.

"I need food, is what I need." She said, shaking her head adamantly. While that was partly true, part of her also really didn't want to face her family like this. She almost didn't trust herself. Staying around Tali was pushing that enough, and she was already afraid of hurting him accidentally. "Or I'm not going to get that strength back."

"You shouldn't. You shouldn't worry about me." She said, lifting a trembling hand to cup his cheek. That movement seemed to help still the shaking, somewhat. "But I need a distraction. I just…I need to feel normal, and that's the best way to do it."

"Mhm. Tables, because it's rude to walk while eating." Osora said, closing her eyes and leaning into him. "Fine. I'll let you carry me. Just to get you to stop worrying some. Though, I can walk."

"Sure you can. You just haven't figured out how yet." She said, looping an arm around his shoulders and tucking her face into his neck. "I'm sure there's some way. Besides. Kevlar exists. It just doesn't look very flattering." Osora fiddled idly with his hair as they walked, occasionally giving a direction for where to go.

That drew a sound like a snort from Osora, though she didn’t look up, content to keep her face tucked in his neck. “Of course. You know, you’re so high maintenance. I might have to look for a better paying job just to buy you the things you like.” She said, mostly but not fully joking. Because it wasn’t the worst idea.

((Ur good! Actually, I’m glad you’re focusing on doing your work. I need to get to work on that myself lmao))

((oof, i bet))

"Don't say things like that unless you actually mean them." She warned jokingly, pressing a kiss to his neck. "I should get a better paying job anyway. That would just be a bonus. I've been short on cash lately, 'cause 'hero' work doesn't exactly pay, most of the time. I've been asked to do paying jobs twice before. Once, hunting and getting rid of someone, and the other time protecting someone."

"You're welcome to stay with us until you can afford your own place." Osora said, finally pulling away from his neck to look up at him, red eyes finally missing the glow, and returned to a lively color. "I should have found my own place by now. I just…didn't want to leave my family, after everything. So I stayed there, paying rent and making sure that if something happened I didn't miss it." Her family was everything to her. "I can ask the Surutameni, if you'd like. I'm sure at least one of them might know a place you could get a job."