(Ikr) The picture showed a slightly younger Karma, smiling. The man presumed to be his father had dark black hair, a pointed nose, a pair of small glasses, and looked to be a proffesor. The woman presumed to be his mother also had black hair, although slightly longer, and also seemed to be Asain-american. Karma was lost in another memory that occured after the murder two years ago, and it was yet another turbulent one.
"You didn't need to hide yourself, I've known you were there since you started following me." Karma stepped on the photo, putting it out. "I don't know who you are, or what you want, but you should probably leave. Anyway, I have nothing to offer you anyway, unless you want dirty mob money that will probably get you killed." By this time Scotch had properly bled out and was pronounced dead at the scene. The goons were out on the streets searching for him, although they had no idea where his hideout was.
She knew he was right, he had nothing to offer her. Except the only thing she has been searching since she came to this city.
Karma lit some candles and placed them down. Now with proper lightin, he could see how young the girl was in the corner of his shack. "What, did you run away from your family?" Karma was about to say no, but he couldn't turn away a child, especailly when nobody would take him in after he ran. " Fine, you can stay here okay? Just, you know, don't be too loud and know that it might get dangerous around here." Karma Grabbed his backpack and rested his head against it.
"You can call me Isylte, sir." She retorted. "And please don't call me great elder." She said to him. "I hail from the year... 432? I don't know, I forgot it."
Well Isylte, what are You? Immortal vampire? God? Reincarnation? I suppose it doesn't matter, but we might as well get to know each other."
"I'm the incarnation of an ancient evil dragon." She said calmly. "You haven't told me your name, sir." She told.
" Why am I not surprised. Name's Karma, I punch bad people really hard." Karma chuckled. " So, Scary dragon, are you still evil? Do you breath Fire!?" ( I can't tell if karma's intruiged or being a dick and i'm the one writin him)
"I..." Isylte didn't expected that reaction from him. The people of this age didn't attempted to stab her with things or run away when she told them about what she was.
Karma could have easily used his power to check if she wqas good or evil, but he was still rejecting his fate. " Well met then. So why do you live on he streets? surely you must be rich if you've lived for thousands of years."
"Those assumptions are... Understandable." She said. "But I'm being chased by... An old friend." She retorted. Even if West wanted to kill her, she still considered him a friend. "He is attempting to dispose of my life." She said, skipping the part of accidentally killing all his loved beings.
(totally fine)
Dash blushed and looked away glancing at the ocean a little ways away. "The same could be said for you." Dash was unused to all of this for him life had been a blur of heroics the world over.
Isylte opened one eye and looked at him examining him from feet to head. "Even if he wishes my demise, I still hold him dear in my heart. Weren't by him, I would still be..." She stopped suddenly.
"I owe him what I am right now." She simply said. "Weren't by him, I would probably be a wild, insane monster roaming in a forest."
(I don't care as long as I can understand what you mean.)
"Are you okay? I hope that didn't bring up a buried memory." Karma grabbed his backpack. "So do you just not eat? I want to go eat a real dinner before the previous owners of this money catch up." Karma let out a small yawn.
"I'm okay." She said, extinguishing the little flame and looking away.
