Log; Ongoing

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When; Sept. 18th, afternoon
Rating; PG?
Characters; Ophelia {therippling} & Tesla {always_beside}
Summary; When the fracción arrives in the City, Ophelia comes to fetch him to wait for Noitora to locate them. A curious thing, that.
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Ophelia knew Tesla.

Rather, she knew there was a Tesla, that he existed and that he listened to Noitora. That's about it. But it was interesting, exciting even, after all, would he be strong, too?

She was still somewhat tired from her fight, from the brush with Awakening she'd had, the craving for human guts, but she put it from her mind. The Claymore sat, armor discarded, knees tucked up and chin resting on them, a childish posture.

It was nice out, she thought, in the half shade of trees at the forest edge, before it gave way to City. Ophelia didn't like the City.

And she stared. Rather rudely, too, but more curiously, waiting for the Arrancar to move or speak, estimating strength by muscle, by weapon and look, analyzing and calculating.

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Tesla had unfortunately (or fortunately, should one choose to consider it in a more positive light) had no inklings to Ophelia's existence, or even any existence of a race of beings called Claymores. He'd known only of Arrancar, of Hueco Mundo, of Noitora -- not of any comrades made within the City.

So it was unsurprising that Tesla did not feel any level of real respect for this woman. She had been surprisingly helpful, and rather interesting to speak to. She looked powerful, though there was a strange aura about her that made Tesla think of Noitora; a sort of brutality that very few people in any world could claim to have. But despite this, Tesla did not see anything that stood out about her; nothing that separated her from the dull backdrop of people that Noitora proudly stood away from in terms of brute strength and raw talent.

But here Ophelia was, an apparent acquaintance of his master, and she was prepared to assist Tesla in his quest to find Noitora.

"Miss," he said with a polite nod, back ramrod straight, his one eye focused on Ophelia's.

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"Hmm?~" Ophelia uncurled, idly tracing the mark, the same one on her neck, that lay on the blade, innocent and belying the vicious nature she hid behind a pretty face and simple act.

"Tesla shouldn't worry." She said curiously, eyeing him. He only had one eye, too... hmm... that was weird. Did he mimic, or did he really lose it? Should she take it off and find out? Would he get upset? Did she care?

Decisions, decisions.

"Noitora usually comes to see me." She said it confidently, that she had some manner of expectation in his arrival, eyes dropping to her blade, lids hooded, to rub a bit of dried blood that she had missed.

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"So you have said," Tesla said with a nod that showed that he believed her. "I assume, in this case, that you are fairly good acquaintances?" It was an understandable conclusion to come to, as Noitora didn't usually waste his time with the people he didn't like.

Or at least, if he did, they usually ended up dead or grievously injured.

"Shall we wait here?"

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"Mm~!" Ophelia nodded enthusiastically. "He's my friend." She said it with an air of conviction, because, as far as she knew, he was. After all, hadn't the Lilith said? Friends are people you enjoy doing things with. And Noitora could come up with the best games.

"He'll come here if he comes to see me today." She pointed to a small bed of moss, her evidance that she'd occupied this space for some time, a small fire pit and the crinkling remnants of something that looked suspiciously like a dented thermos.

"..." The Claymore paused, eyeing the Arrancar again, curious. "Can I see your sword?~" It look much different than Noitora's did.

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Strange. Noitora had always stated that he didn't need nor have friends; and now this woman claimed to be just that.

"You ... live out here?" Tesla asked, slowly taking a look around their meeting place. It certainly seemed as though someone made their home here; but why, when they could have a nice comfortable bed in a relatively safe town? He did not ask questions, however; it was not his place to do so.

He eyed the woman warily as she asked to see his sword, and his hand gripped its hilt almost protectively. "I'm sorry, but I do not allow anyone to touch my weapon."

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"Mm~" Ophelia smiled, rocking on her heels, metal armor clinking, shin guards and arm guards, shoulders and back, waist and hips wrapped in armor. Her finger pointed, smiling slyly, teeth grinned.

"I hate the City." She explained. "Loud, noisy, too crowded, closed in." She listed them off easily, before she paused and her grin took on something much more manic, something far darker as she traced her fingers over her blade.

"Goooood~" She crooned. "I was going to kill you if you let me. Only a weakling would give up their weapon."