If looks could kill this bastard would be a bloody pulp.

Which is unfortunate because she's have liked to drag it out, and she didn't see herself as a person prone nor interested in violence. Yet right here, on the opposite end of the room from a large Fallen Captain with no where to run Nix felt herself having a very angry change of heart. To be fair he hadn't actually done anything yet. Yet. Nix had been suddenly woken from her miserable, angry, and scared crying induced sleep by the door opening. She had immediately moved from the door to the furthest point on the opposing wall. Trying to get her still half asleep thoughts together in case he made a move for her. Apparently even when a prisoner of war and her life on the line she still had a hard time waking up.

There he stood staring her down, not moving an inch. They held that moment for a while, forever it felt to her but it couldn't have been more then a few minutes. With her thoughts together she glared at him, her rage once again rising but she knew better then to attack him. She could clearly see he was still armed with his blades and she doubted he would hesitate to slice her apart if she tried anything. Without her gear she was extremely vulnerable. Might as well be naked. She thought to herself, eyeing him while glancing at the door out of her cell. She REALLY wanted to make that run.

For a while longer he kept his spot blocking her exit, keeping her backed to the wall like a caged animal. Eventually her rage simmered down and she became uneasy and confused. It keeps staring at me. Isn't this the part where I'm dragged off to be tortured? Maimed? Incarcerated? What the fuck does it want? She was sure by now her confusion was clear on her face and posture. Still cautious as he continued to do nothing to attack her she unconsciously slacked her tightly wound muscles and lost her high strung posture.

Vrack however was anything but relaxed. Sure he tried to look calm and unimposing, which wasn't really something he knew how to do to be fair, but he was very high strung. He had been pacing and thinking all morning how to approach his new project. Light Wielders were dangerous, that much was obvious, but he didn't want to start a fight. On top of not wanting to be injured himself he didn't want to cause further damage to his specimen. Her head was still damaged and a mess, who knew how much more she could take before it became a serious problem. Hell it very well could be right now. He didn't know! All the one's he'd studied up until now were dead already! On top of them being natural enemies he couldn't exactly tell her he meant no harm to her person. They didn't share a language.

Eventually he decided to simply start very very slow. If this was going to work she needed to know he meant no harm to her. If he couldn't do so verbally he'd need to find another way. And the best way was to let her figure it out for herself. So the brilliant plan was to simply enter her cell, block the entrance, and stand there like a fool. Brilliant.

In reality he knew it was the best course of action. Let her get used to him being around without him immediately being aggressive. He could defend himself and she could...well give her dirty looks. And give dirty looks she did. It didn't take an expert to tell how angry those eyes were and how aggressive but defensive her posture was. She kept herself low to the ground, body wound tight to jump if need be or strike. It said she would attack if he tried anything but it also told him another thing. She was scared. This interested him. One of his rank should be easy for a Light Wielder like herself. Certainly she would be threatened but something about the way she held herself told him she was scared for her person. That she knew she was in danger as she was.

Perhaps she wasn't as strong as he thought. Or perhaps her gear was that precious to her? Was it she relied so heavily on her team? These question's floated through his mind, distracting him. When he came back to reality he noticed her loosened posture and change of expression. No longer angry but..uncertain? Nervous? The creatures of this planet all looked the same when nervous, it was easy to spot. Still, he was hopeful that meant she was calming down.

Taking it as a good sign he took a step forward and her body immediately tensed up again. This wasn't working.

Moving back he broke eye contact with her and began to think again. Standing there like a fool with her cornered an no place to run wasn't making her feel any calmer. He wouldn't get anywhere like this. Glancing at the door another thought came to him. Not paying her any mind he left the cell and closed the door. Locking it he moved through his den. He needed to make the encounter less threatening, give her more room. A sign of trust of sorts he supposed. Moving to the den exit he sealed the door and locked it. She wouldn't know the pin to open it, he hoped anyway. This place WAS once belonging to humans and Light Wielders were notorious for being able to hack Fallen technology. He'd need to be careful to watch her.

Moving about the den he collected anything that could be used as a weapon and sealed it in a chest under his workbench. By the time he was done only his sleeping area, work bench, and the House of Kings banner remained in the room, aside from some broken useless tech and supplies wrapped in netting on the ceiling. It bothered him how bare the place was now. Before he had weapons from his kills, favored blades, and other trophies and projects he worked on decorating his quarters. Now it looked very bare and sparse compared to many dens. Even the lower castes, who shared their living area's with many of their fellows and had few to no real personal belongings looked better then this.

Shaking it of with a displeased growl he walked to the door again and paused. He then walked to the opposing wall and activated the one way mirror to see where she was before opening it. Sure enough she was near the door looking ready to pounce and dash out the door, likely hoping to jump him when he opened it again. Shaking his head he snorted, she probably would've been there all day. Well she was getting it open sooner then she thought but he wasn't going to be ambushed so easily.

Deactivating the mirror he walked to the door and unlocked it. Pausing for a moment he shoved it open suddenly and sure enough she came barreling out the door with a kick through the air. However finding it had no place to land since he'd stayed clear from the doorway she was the one left surprised and landed on said loot thoroughly confused and lacking any balance what-so-aver. With his own ready and fast reflex's he grabbed her by the back of the bodysuit and lifted her up off the ground before she fell.

His size came greatly in handy here as he easily held her away from his body as she kicked and squealed at him, her hands grabbing at his one arm holding her off the ground. He watched in through amusement at her trying in futilely to get him to let go while also trying to kick him. It vaguely reminded him of a young child trying to fight it's elders far before it was ready. While that was annoying this was just plain funny. This creature, feared and loathed by his people, was acting like a frustrated child.

After a short period she stopped and went limp aside from them head that was red faced. It blew a clump of dried bloody hair from it face and glared at him. Taking that as her surrendering he placed her back on her feet and backed away. Again confusion crossed her features as he didn't force her back into the cell and instead moved to his worktable. Turning his back to her, pretending to not pay her any attention. In the corner of his eye he watch all her normal natural defenses drop and she simply watched him for a moment. Then after taking in the room she tried the exit door, examined the look, and huffed in defeat and looked back at him. There she stayed for a moment and watched him.

While her reactions weren't groundbreaking for him and quite foolish on her part for letting down her guard so quickly, it none the less fascinated him to watch. True she was proving incredibly easy to manipulate and lull into safety where she should be on the defensive it still amused him to watch her. He wasn't a patient male, not anymore, so seeing things come together for him so quickly on pleased him further.

This would be far easier then he thought.

Only a short update this time. Just to keep you chill till I can do a better more fufilling one. (Its been a busy few weeks okay?)