BLAST DOORS // open, joining

Had Ophelia known what race the cheetah cub was mixed with, she may have been less inclined to be friendly. After all, her experience with hellhounds was limited to those that her ancestor had employed, often used for nefarious deeds and in support of demons. Evil creatures, indeed. Although Rachel seemed to be a child, so she definitely wasn't employed anywhere.

The tiefling drifted forward, eyes narrowed for a moment as she watched the kid playing around, chasing a butterfly. Didn't they know where they were? Where was the child's parents, letting them run around, free as a bird?? Ophelia frowned before approaching the kid, ears pinned back.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"

The scent of Blizzardclan was clear, Ophelia noted. She didn't have much of an opinion on them.

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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;][color=#00FF00]"It seems kids have a knack for coming here." The darkness cloaked male made his way forward, gaze flicking away from the one Cartel member here to witness the playing nature of a child chasing a butterfly. He remembered when he was like that so long ago but now he hardly cared for such things. Not because he was an adult but because of other matters. He sighed softly before he sat down, pulling his lollipop from his jaws and tossing the useless stick to the ground. He needed to make a candy run soon and he frowned lightly.

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"Since Betty left kids might find this place a lot safer" the femme chuckled to Radio as she flosted her way over to the small group. Her electric blue eyes spotted the joiner and she gave a flick of her ears and a small nod. "Names Pippa Cipher, kid[color=#A9A9A9]"

"Not the best place to explore, but okay. Where are your... Parents?"
Ophelia watched the kid move over to Radio, whom she had actually... Not noticed approach. Stiffening, her expression would shift from begrudgingly accepting to outright wariness and mild concern. Should the stranger's child really be allowed near the guy who had slaves? Probably not, Oph mused. This time, though, nothing about the situation made her remember anything extremely unpleasant. Completely in the present, she was, although certainly her posture made it clear she didn't trust or like the guy one bit.

Pippa being present helped a bit. Not completely without a community in case... Something, she didn't know what, happened.
Hopefully Rachael would be okay.

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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]He'd noticed Ophelia's reaction around him and he didn't much care. It didn't phase him the tension or the uncomfortable demeanor or the dislike. She wasn't the only one that he had to deal with on a regular basis that didn't like him and he doubted that she would be the last. As the child came up and poked at his glowing fur he tilted his head a bit, flexing bright green claws into the ground. [color=#00FF00]"Good question, kid. I was born this way so I don't technically do it. But regardless of that you should be getting home. Unless you are trying to stay around here."