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Naomi saw the note for the bonfire and walked towards the oasis slowly, coming into view of Jace and Cherry. This was nice... right? She had told him simply to make a bonfire however it seemed he also laid out food as well. Fooood. The 3-tailed kitsune would slowly go over the s'more area and grab a marshmallow, putting it on a stick and finally making her way back to the bonfire. This was how you were supposed to do it right?

However, unfortunetly, Naomi barely had a center of gravity and was very clumsy, and she watched as her marshmallow was poked into the coals of the fire, lighting on fire very quickly and turning all black. With as much air as she could get out of her injured throat she blew the fire off the marshmallow, being left with a charred black s'more filler. "I burned it" she said simply, looking at the once white marshmallow with emotionless blinking eyes.

Her emotionless eyes narrowed in defeat as the domestic feline looked more or less unhappy with her answer. Hmm... that was all she could think of. Starting with S and I... what? She watched the corpse fly into the air and make the different movements, it was much more expressive than Naomi could do... and that person was dead... oh... a family member?

There were many families who stayed in the Ruins, however Naomi never really payed attention to them as she truthfully didn't really care. However... Naomi had a pretty fair guess of who this guy's family was. The red eyes under his cheeks were a pretty severe clue. "henri....? henri... " she guessed slowly, truthfully she just wanted to win the game. She didn't truly care anymore. If this was truly the priests son, then she could see the more or less crazy like behavior he was playing at. However, just because someone was their son... doesn't mean they weren't enemies to the clan. She had seen that clearly with the communication between Ace and Cory. "do you want to stay here... or something? Or just visit your dad...?" she stated, sitting down with a slow and tired blink, followed by a yawn. She would then use her telepathic powers to call HENRI L.  heyyy, theres someone that looks like you at the border... loud too... hopefully he would arrive soon.

// gahh sorry for late reply

Naomi had been in the medic den for quite awhile now, healing and doing whatever she could. Resting so much was something she was used to... she enjoyed sleeping... but it also made her powers come into play more and more. She was getting healthier and healthier... she didn't know if she liked that or not? However, it had been relatively peaceful when she had returned, nothing seemed to be bothering anyone anymore. There was the sense that The Exiles were always going to be an enemy from now on, but that didn't matter to her. Nothing really mattered to her, she had been exiled from her own home, she truly didn't care.

However, an NPC arrived in her den with a look of panic on there face. Johnny had called them looking for her, and luckily Naomi was there. They arrived much faster that Kimihiro and Mochi. However in her state, she could get across camp in a fashion that was speedy enough for the situation she was being told about. However, she didn't care, she would use her teleportation to get as close as possible, before realizing it was Junko who was going through the pain.

No... what?

She didn't want Junko to go through pain, that was what she had to do. This wasn't right, it felt like... no... it felt like the roles were reversed. She didn't like that. Junko couldn't die, junko couldn't be hurt, she had to be there for her... Naomi! "junko...!" she stated. Her emotionless voice never held much panic in situations like this, however, it was traced with worry, an emotion only brought to her by the pain that Junko would put her in when she was healthy. "what did you do..." her voice trailed off as she looked around the area.

Junko was laying down near the water, her snout was what, she could tell that from a distance. And... from what she could see it didn't look like she had any preexisting injuries apart from the usual ones from old raids and such. Her guess was that she was having an allergic reaction to something... but what? Naomi knew what allergic reactions were, Naomi herself was allergic to a few things... one of these being some types of alcohol. Her body couldn't process much, so she had gone through this a few times. Also... in the Exiles she had helped people as they went through shock from panicking, which wasn't much different from allergic reactions... surprisingly.

But what was she allergic to?

The only thing she had drank was most likely the water from the small pool she was laying next to. Was that it? No, she had seen Junko drink water before. She pushed Naomi into water, she couldn't be allergic to it. However, allergies process themselves into people as they grow, and Junko was still a growing child. But... how could someone be allergic to water? That was a necessity, maybe Eva or Amour was allergic to it. She would have to ask to get more information. "Mochi and Johnny, get Junko in a laying down position and elevate her legs. Keep her throat area straight so she can breath" she ordered. Unfortunately in Naomi's condition, she could barely move much less carry others. However, putting her in this position will not only help her breathing but also let the blood flow to the vital organs that needed it.

They needed a few things, and her eyes would turn to Kimihiro. She had some Eucalyptus with her, she had received it from the Cartel when they came back from their raids. However She needed some pine and lavender... and maybe some Gingko... but she had no idea if they had any. "Kimihiro, go grab some pine, lavender and Ginkgo if you can find it. Gingko is a green flowery leaf almost like lettuce, if you can't find it thats fine... just come back..." she ordered. She truly had no idea if it was in the medic den, she could only hope Kimihiro would be quick. Next would be contacting Eva. With her telepathy she tried to reach EVANGELINE  come to camp, Junko needs help, need information...

She needed to begin with what she had currently. She would take the Eucalyptus from her bag and start mushing it with her mouth, if Johnny wanted to help she would lay it down for him to take, but he might be busy with laying Junko down. "we are going to feed her some Eucalyptus, mushed down into a pulp. A high dose of it could poison her, so we will need the other herbs to do more, but this will open up her airways for now until Kimihiro gets back" she stated, teleporting over to Junko. She would then hopefully begin to feed her some of the mushed Eucalyptus and help her slide it down her throat... don't die.

Murder, something Naomi truly didn't care about. Whoever was murdered, whoever was being tortured, Naomi had no emotions towards it. Umbral however, was a clanmate. Naomi had helped her, healed her when she was attacked by predators a few months ago. That was before she was even a medic. However now, she lay dead, in a pool of blood stained on the paws of the two bear cubs. It was truly ironic, she knew umbral more than she knew the two cubs, however it seemed that the crow was the one lying dead.

It truly must be hard for a smaller animal to get around. With all the predators running around fear must be an every day emotion. Naomi didn't know fear, if she was dead instead of Umbral, she would lay soundly and not care at all. She only hoped for her clanmates not to care either, she didn't fear death, neither should they. She came up next to Eva, she had no pity for the 'so called' ruiners, and she didn't think anyone else would. However, the rest of them seemed to want the murders to stay. Was she in the Ruins? "I agree with Eva. Umbral was murdered, the cubs knew much better than that." she stated. They even went farther beyond that to signify that they didn't like the ruins, their loyalty was lying elsewhere, in their natural instinct that Naomi was not born with. "they shouldn't just be exiled, we should be holding them down. Make them want to run away, and if not they will lie dead with Umbral... they have already stated they are no longer ruiners, so why are we treating them like they are?" she stated. She agreed with Cherry. This shouldn't be a topic they should be discussing but rather know. Did the Red God teach them nothing? "discussion shouldn't be something we should be doing, lets kill them and offer them to the red god." her deadpanned eyes lay on the two cubs. They should be dead, but unfortunately Naomi did not have the strength nor power to do that. Elian should be handling this situation soon, correct? Hopefully he will teach like the Red God did, no weak members in the Ruins.

// ODSAHF YOU REALLY DID THIS TO ME, general trigger warning of descriptive gore and such

"I was wondering, considering our familiar behaviors, if you’d mind being my partner"

Ace Rayan-Erebus-Inferni-Ecuador. That was his full name, Naomi knew it, she had memorized it, something she did in her free time. She enjoyed memorizing long things, he had 4 last names, she had no last names, they were different. However, when she joined, Ace had greeted her, Mr. Ace had greeted her. She hadn't payed attention much then... she didn't need to pay attention much then, she had no job to do.

However, this changed, and it changed rather quickly. Naomi had never considered really when Ace's and Naomi's 'friendship' started, but it was around the same time one of Cory's daughter's, Olympia, was brought in to the Ruins as a captive. She had slipped on the ice, Ace had helped her up, cared for her. This was when Naomi realized they were similar. Their speaking patterns, their emotionless attitude, their behavior, they were all the same. Yet... why would Ace find interest in her? Was she special in some way, she had always been looked at like she was special. But... this was different. Ace found her weak, fragile, but he also found her someone he needed to protect.

It was then when the scavenger hunt was held. Ace had helped her... ace had helped her win. She had never really won at anything physical before... but ace helped her, gave her points, gave her those bones so she could reach victory. It was a new experience that Ace allowed her to have. However, Naomi wasn't grateful she couldn't be grateful. She faked smile, faked her thanks to him and moved on.

But he got closer...

Ace became a pillar for Naomi. The kitsune was almost never seen without him anymore, and everywhere she went it was almost like Ace would show up beside her, helping her keep her balance. She missed that, where did he go? That didn't matter to her.. because nothing mattered to her. Ace went further and further, until finally, he had confessed his... feelings... toward her? Feelings... she didn't have those. Love... she couldn't have that. But, Ace wanted it, ace wanted to be her partner, why her? Was it because he wanted to continue helping her? She didn't think much about it at the time, she didn't want to think about it at the time. She wanted to eventually talk to Ace about what she could and could not feel... but...

Ace and dropped down from his position. That was ok, she knew how stressful being an hp could be. But... Ace was still there, he would appear beside her every now and again, wanting to be her pillar, something she of course didn't understand. But... life moved on, he kept silent for the most part, healing from the stress he had went under and Naomi continued her life, because she couldn't feel that stress, she didn't need a break.

Then Naomi got captured, tortured by Helix. She had visited The Exiles once again after her months of being away. There she met Corruptimelines, who was that? He spoke about someone... spoke about someone... spoke about Ace. At the time, Naomi stayed silent about her and Ace's relationship in front of Cory, because it truly didn't matter. Corruptimelines talked about his infinity to bring his father into the clan and kill him in more brutal ways than she could imagine. She didn't believe him, she didn't believe anything Cory promised.

And she was right.

She heard the call from a distance, it was one of the newer members, Henri's child that showed up at the border awhile ago. People died often around here, that was well known from the corpse border each member crossed over. Blood and gore was something she was used to, not only being a Ruiner but being a medic. Her slow pace walked over, a slow pace her and Ace would walk at as they made their trips patrolling the territory. Her limp was barely noticeable anymore, she had been healing for a week now, and with her powers it was becoming much faster. But... then it changed.

"Junko, that is my partner!"

Those were the last words she remembered coming from him. Of course, there was some small talk between then and now, but that was different. Those words were more important to her. Her lilac hued eyes finally saw the broken parts of Ace, on the stick that Arya had placed in the sand by the Nile. Bloody, brutal, Ace's blood lying in puddles on the sandy floor. She hated sand, she hated sand. She hated sand, she hated sand. Why was she thinking about sand? Shouldn't she be thinking about Ace? Ace's body, Ace's dead body, Ace was dead, Ace was dead. Ahahah... Ace... was... dead...

Naomi wasn't one to be concerned over someone's death date. She herself didn't care when she died. She didn't believe it when Ver Million died, and it turned out her suspicion was correct. However back then she had wanted to see Ver Millions dead body, in parts, many many parts, to prove to herself that her love was dead. But this was different... Ace had never hurt her... Ace had never wanted to hurt her... Ace wasn't her love? But... he was supposed to be.

The order. She liked memorizing. It went his head, mouth open, body, limbs, and finally his eyes. Head, mouth, limbs, eyes. Head, mouth, limbs, eyes. One, two, three, four. Rayan-Erebus-Inferni-Ecuador. Rayan-Erebus-Inferni-Ecuador. One, two, three, four. They both had four parts. But... no... there was much more than four parts of Ace. On the ground, his guts, his hearts, everything he needed to live was on the sand, sand she hated, for everyone to see.

And... deep inside her... she wanted to take it. His head, his golden retriever head, covered in blood, she wanted to wear it. She wanted to keep it with her, have it always, eat it, be it, his heart, his eyes, she wanted it. They were her's. She was his partner. They were hers. They. Were. Hers.

Everything about Ace was her's in a sense. And, everything about Naomi was also Ace's. The sensation of pain she wanted to feel, that was Ace's. Would he enjoy that to? Like Naomi did? Was that what he wanted from her? Was that why he was so nice to her? Then... Naomi would let him feel that pain, he would tear him apart and he would expect Ace to do the same to her. However... it was alittle to late for that now... huh?

Sitri and claret were a blur, everyone was always a blur to her. She didn't care about anyone, anything. A day ago she had seen Umbral's body lying on the sandy floor, she hated sand. She didn't care about Umbral, but then again she wasn't as close to Umbral as she was with Ace. But... how could someone with no emotions become close to someone, like she did? She couldn't... she wasn't able to... she would never.

Should she be sad? Was that what everyone expected?

She couldn't be sad. She couldn't be in grief. She couldn't do anything. She felt nothing, numbness filled her inside, numbness filled her outside. She looked empty, like she always did. If someone only saw her face, they would think nothing was wrong. The Ruins expected her to be sad, she did agree to be his partner, so shouldn't she be sad? Shouldn't she do anything, anything, anything? She couldn't... she couldn't...

She sat down, she flicked her tails, she yawned, she blinked sleepily. She did this everyday, nothing was different, now Ace was dead. Ace was dead, Ace was dead. Rayan-Erebus-Inferni-Ecuador was dead. She couldn't do anything more than repeat that in her head. She was getting a headache, Ace never wanted her to have a headache. Ace would protect her from having headaches... but now... she had a headache.

Then why was she crying?

She had never really cried before. She didn't notice it at first, but tear drops lay in the sand below her as she sat down. She hated sand. Tear drops that meant... what? Why was she crying? She wasn't sad, she wasn't angry, she wasn't happy, she felt nothing. Was that how she should be reacting to it, should she be crying more and more? It wasn't many teardrops, but it was enough to fill her eyes so the blood coming from Ace's body looked watery to her. She got closer to him. He was her's. Her teardrops fell into his blood. Teardrops that meant nothing. Teardrops that meant nothing?

The scent...

Ace had tortured a man by the name of Kirsch. Kirsch? Kiiisschrsh? Was that correct? She didn't care, she truly didn't. But everyone else did, Arya... did... it was their family. Family that meant nothing to Naomi. She had no family. Ace was dead. She had no family. But... then Arya left, she was no longer welcomed here. Naomi led the patrol to make sure she was gone. What? Naomi led the patrol to make sure she was gone... forever. Did she do a bad job? Because... Arya wasn't gone, she was here. Her smell among Ace's dead body.

So... Arya did this. Right? Right right right right? Can someone tell her, she couldn't tell. Yet... she could tell. Everyone seemed not want to notice it. Was that on purpose? Or maybe... only Naomi knew this? Was it because of her powers, was it because of the only thing she had that was helpful? "I..." she couldn't talk, her throat couldn't talk... that hasn't happened before. What did she want to say anyways? She didn't care about Ace, she didn't care about Arya. But, somewhere, somewhere... she kinda wanted to kill Arya. She kinda wanted to rip out her insides and show them to everyone, take her head and wear it, make her feel the same pain Naomi was so obsessed with. Maybe then, Arya would do it to her. Then they would both go through the torture, the torture of not liking Ace... because how different was she from Arya. Naomi had no feelings towards ace and Arya seemed to not like him. How much different was that? How much? Maybe Naomi should be dead for her thoughts.

Maybe she should be there instead of Ace. Her head on the stick and her eyes out of their sockets. She would enjoy that, much more than Ace was at the moment. She wanted Ace, she wanted to be Ace right now, yet... the tears kept streaming. She had no feelings... her vision was beginning to blur much more than what her 'fake' tears were doing. Her headache kept growing. Ace...? Ace??? Ace where are you. She needed to lean on someone right now... she needed a pillar. Weak, fragile, she needed more help.

"I don't think I like Arya Tormenta-Million"

// tl;dr: fuck man Naomi goin' THROUGH IT. anyways she's about to pass out. Good luck reading that its 2 am while I wrote this ಥ_ಥ

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The kitsune felt nothing, she had never felt anything. Emotions like these weren't something she was able to process in her mind. That was how she was born, that was her life. It had been a few days since she had seen Ace's body, mutated and maimed on the stick. It had only been a few days. But, Naomi didn't care, she didn't care about anything. It had been awhile, but she had been healing since her last torture in the Exiles. Sleeping was something she did often, however the amount was multiplied after Ace's death. Because... if she was asleep, she wouldn't have to think about it. She wouldn't have to think about the lack of sadness she had, the last of grief she was feeling. She couldn't go through grief, it wasn't possible for her.

Today was the first day she had been outside since she saw Ace's body. She had been in the medic den, sorting herbs over and over. She liked memorizing things, memorizing what she had to do and how things went. Head, mouth, limbs, eyes. The kitsune wouldn't forget that, and after Elian gave her confirmation that her suspicion was correct, Arya was truly behind Ace's murder. Naomi had never disliked someone before. But... she truly did dislike Arya.

The last time she had felt true emotion was the latter end of her stay in The Exiles, when she could call that her home. It was then she had ventured out to The Cartel, in her insane state, and told them aggressively that their 'truce' was no longer being held. She forgot those events happened, but she had met someone there. His name was Breakout, she didn't know that at the time but once he became leader she was notified. Breakout was leader for a long time in The Cartel... however, he had recently stepped down. Breakout hurt her for what she said during the time, burned her, slammed her head into the ground. Nothing horrible... but she did remember those blue flames he had.

She would arrive next to Elian. He was talking but she wasn't listening, it wasn't about her anyways. To be honest, for Naomi, being trapped in another person's body would be wonderful. She could feel emotion, run, jump, do whatever she wanted. However, that wasn't a possibility for Naomi right now she was stuck as the weak, fragile, and weird 3-tailed kitsune. She was stuck being herself. "hello..." she simply stated. Elian handled it from there. With everything happening later, all the deaths, Ace's death... they couldn't be sure that this was a peaceful joiner or a aggressive enemy. But... maybe if she was here... besides Elian, this man would decide to become feral, and attack Naomi instead. She could take it... she would want it to happen that way anyways.

She sat down as she waited for the other to answer. Her and Elian seemed to be the only two ruiners here at the moment, the physician didn't care much but it was something to point out. Memorizing, remembering, she did that often. The man seemed to be older, in some ways in reminded her of Ace. When she had met Ace in his golden retriever body, the same body she saw torn apart onto a stick, he was around 11 years old. The was relatively old to still be alive, however she had figured out that most of his family was immortal or ageless. He then shapeshifted into a kitsune around her age during The Cartel raid. However, that wasn't important now was it?

She didn't need someone to remind her of Ace. Someone to help her, be her pillar when she walked and aid her as she stepped up both physically and mentally in the Ruins. That was gone now, and maybe that was the Red God's way of telling her pillars like that, help like that, wasn't good for her. She didn't need help, she didn't deserve help. And that was clear to her...

He spoke. His voice went through her ears and she sleepily looked up at him. Naomi hadn't really looked at the hellhound before. He was big... some would probably find him scary... however Naomi held no emotions for her to scared. Silvanus... that was a long name. Long, long, long.... she didn't like long names. Gave her headaches when she spoke them, she liked nicknames much better. "Sil... Sil..." she spoke slowly. Ya... that was short enough for her to say. "Smoke...? Old people shouldn't smoke... its more dangerous..." the physician stated. Should she be calling someone she just met old... Naomi held no fear, her attitude was usually more blunt anyways. Truthfully she didn't care, however it was the only facts she could manifest right now through her headache. "but... mr. Elian usually likes to do that sort of stuff... if I remember correctly" she stated, her lilac hued eyes slowly looking over at the King. She usually didn't like putting people in the hottest like that, but... mmm... Elian could handle it.

The Exiles, she wasn't allowed there anymore.

It was only a week and so ago when she had returned from her torture. Her healing was going well... something she couldn't say she was proud of. However, going back to The Exiles was something she didn't appreciate as much as the torture itself. Although seeing the prison again was... nostalgic... wasn't it? Coming up to sit down near the group forming, watching the show unfold with Rentarou this time instead. She didn't know the male, she had never met him during her time in The Exiles however if she did... maybe they would get along? She was once a medic to the group as well.

However, she didn't care, a torture was a torture and to see Carni of all people bring someone in right after her fun week was quite surprising, if someone like her could be surprised. This was what she was missing, the constant tortures. She was getting tired, tired of seeing all the Ruiner dead bodies this week. Umbral... and then Ace... she didn't want to see it anymore. She was beginning to dislike it. Dislike? She had been disliking alot lately. Much more than she was showing. "death, death, death..." she repeated after the prisoner. It was something most feared right? She didn't, she couldn't, and maybe in some eyes that was abnormal, but to Naomi it may as well be a strength.

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Naomi didn't particularly liked water. The last time she was fully submerged it was from Junko who had pushed her into the Red Nile. She then was saved by others, but others made a very big deal out of it. She was now watched when she was walking near the Red Nile, and Junko was much more punished now. However, when she had been drowning, she held no fear at all because how could she? The light grey kitsune couldn't feel those types of emotions, her natural instinct of survival was never put into her head. So... was drowning all that bad?

However, Naomi herself couldn't swim. It wasn't because of her more bigger fur that dragged her down but it was the fact that she couldn't keep the strength to keep her head above the water. Of course, wadding into a small pool with her feet touching the rocks below wasn't horrible, but swimming by itself was something Naomi struggled to do. She was weak, fragile, she could barely walk let alone swim with a current rushing her body away. She couldn't do things like that, now more than ever with the injuries she had gotten from Helix. Oh helix, she wanted to see him again sometime... she wasn't allowed back in the exiles. Exiled... from the Exiles... she truly didn't care.

Although, right now she was told to go to Ivoria. The relationship between the waterway clan and the ruins was very confusing. The Ruins didn't need Ivoria the same way the later needed the Ruins. Her clan was powerful enough to do whatever they wanted, so why did they need allies. In all honesty, if Naomi was leader instead she most likely would not have accepted the alliance. She truly didn't care either way, but it just seemed like much more work, especially if Naomi was picked out as the dedicated 'ambassador' so they call it. Naomi had never been an ambassador before, she had always been apart of clans that didn't do things like that. However, it was different. She was told to bring a gift basket... actually the gift basket was made for her. She didn't put much in it, a few candies and some trinkets she found laying around but... what else did they need? This 'alliance' was supposed to help the Ruins, not Ivoria. The clan she was slowly walking to was not the more powerful of the two, that was simple and a well known fact. Mmm... she shouldn't be doing this but... whatever "ivoria... I'm from the ruins. Come here please..." she said. Was that more demanding than she should have been? Well... to late now, right? "my.. names naomi... I have a basket...?" she paused looking down at the basket and pushing it forward as if someone would was already there looking in it. She knew some members of Ivoria from the time they came to propose this alliance as well as the ally event the ruins held. She... wasn't completely lost...

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She got attention quickly, good, she was beginning to fall asleep on the watery border. Mm... at least she was being awoken by another kitsune. He seemed to feel the same about the alliance as she was, he asked a regular question and then began to look in the basket that she had offered before anyone had even arrived. How was the Ruins fairing? She wasn't the best at answering questions like that, especially because she couldn't feel feelings like normal people could. But... she was the only Ruiner here, and unfortunately she had to answer the question, ignoring it would just be more of a problem that she didn't want to deal with. "mm...fine. Ruiners have been dying, but... we'll get them back... yes..." she stated. She didn't like Arya Tormenta-Million, she didn't like Arya Tormenta-Million.

But, thinking about Ace yet again would give her another headache, and she still had to walk home. She didn't feel like staying here longer than needed, even though she was sure she would be accepted either way. Soren would be the next to appear, she was very young, Naomi wondered if she knew her parents. Nox was the next to appear, she remembered the male when he came to suggest the alliance in general. Ah... Naomi must not be rememberable, she didn't care. "no... I don't swim." she stated bluntly to the leader. Its not like she couldn't swim, she could, she just couldn't stay up above the water long enough to survive. That was proof from the 'falling into the Red Nile' incident a few weeks ago.

Hmm... what did they need? She hadn't forgotten that they had the deal, but she truly hadn't really thought about it. She should have, the relationship the two clans had was benefitting the ruins, however she didn't ask anybody before she left. She would have to guess... Naomi wasn't one for being correct about guesses. But, she was a physician, the knowledge of what herbs they needed would be the best option. "mm... we could use some herbs that are naturally grown in The Cartel. As well as liquor or alcohol and cigarettes" she suggested, watching as Wirt joined the group forming. Naomi herself didn't care for alcohol or cigarettes, actually she was allergic to most types of liquor and being so weak her lungs probably couldn't handle cigarettes (however, she truthfully didn't care about her lung safety). But, she knew Elian would enjoy her suggestions as well as some of the new joiners and such. So... that was a safe bet.

Bones, bones, bones

She had worked with alot lately. Actually... she had been fixing broken bones and repairing splints too much in this past week. It seemed everyone was deciding to break their legs, and she was opposed to it, obviously, but it was weird to see people sharing the same interests as her. Pain was something she couldn't understand like other people did. The amount of fear, sadness and shock that other Ruiners were getting out of this situation was something she couldn't share. Maybe that was a good thing... maybe that was wrong.

She knew what had happened to Absalom, she had gone through torture around the same time as he, in the same clan. However, Naomi's was probably much more fun that his. She had heard his leg was ripped of during his torture, eaten in front of him, ah... lucky. "absalom's leg...?" she questioned emotionlessly, not catching the emotions of the Junko and Claret. "good gift... good gift" she stated slowly, blinking her eyes at the bones. "reconnect it to Absalom, then he has 4 legs again" she stated, staring at Junko. As a physician she knew that it would never work, the nervous system couldn't regrow like that. However, her suggestion was there, none the less.

Lilac eyes traced the desert sand, sand, sand, she hated sand. Her limp was growing ever so tiny now, it seemed like just a few days ago she had showed up to the border, in such an amazing state. Her body was torn apart, but her mind had never been on such a high since Ver Million. However Helix was much more quieter than Ver Million was, much more confident even though it took some convincing from Naomi herself. She wouldn't be allowed to see him, see anyone in The Exiles. She didn't care... she did what she wanted.

To be honest, Naomi kinda forgot she hosted weekly tasks this week, it kinda flew past her in her memories. she remembered most things, memorizing, memorizing. Head, mouth, limbs, eyes. Rayan-Erebus-Inferni-Ecuador. She did weekly tasks this week... why did she forgot? Mmm.. she didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to think about anything, anyone anymore. "it is night." she stated simply, sitting down next to Claret and staring up at the stars. Maybe he would explain them... or do something...

Naomi had been in and out of the medic den for the past week. She had been healing from her injuries quite quickly, however she still needed sleep. Healing wasn't fun, she would rather be keeping her injuries for a reminder of her high she had faced in The Exiles but... unfortunately she couldn't. Despite her weak and dysfunctional body, it still worked like normal and healed over time, there was nothing she could do about that unless she was attacked again of course, and she wasn't opposed to that idea either.

However, one thing had changed quite quickly. She no longer had claws. Getting herbs and making them ready for use was much different as she had to use her mouth. Her telepathic powers helped her move things quicker but it still was different. "ok." she said bluntly her head moving from the herbs to Absalom. He had been healing too, just like her. They both were given leg injuries... of course, Naomi's was broken whilst his was completely ripped from him but still... many Ruiners had been getting leg injuries lately. At least she wasn't alone, right...?

Oh, yay, Barghest is here again...

Lilac hued eyes caught the group forming and recognized the voice instantly. How could she not? This was her old leader, her old mentor, she wasn't friends with him and never really was... she couldn't be, her mind her emotions weren't capable of doing that. But... she had to remain nice, silent, pretty, for fear of her own safety in the Ruins. She had left the Exiles in an insane and more exposed way. Now she could hide herself, her obsession.

However, that was in the past, she no longer was allowed in The Exiles. Cory had 'exiled' her, if you could say that, even though Naomi truthfully didn't care. She would go anywhere she want, and what would the Exiler do? Attack her. Ok. Right now the Exiles was more or less pitiful, Helix had recently captured and tortured her, her wounds had been healing well from that event that happened last week but still... Cory just wasn't pulling the clan together like she remembered. Maybe that was Barghest's doing... maybe Cory just wasn't a good leader.... she didn't know, and it wasn't her clan to run anymore.

But, Barghest himself had been here once before. Before Naomi was uncomfortable, she didn't want to show her face for fear Barghest would rat her out. But... in that time Naomi had not only gained the trust of the Ruins but also became an hp. She had much more power over the clan than she had before, she never was one for promotions or being 'leader' but in this case... it would be much more helpful for her own safety. Before, Jace was king and had turned down their truce with a cold shoulder. She wondered if Barghest would be trying again at that truce, or did he finally realize it was useless. She assumed Elian would do the same as Jace, but... of course they weren't the same person, they had different mindsets in place. "barghest is here... barghest is here..." she mused slowly. She knew barghest wasn't too fond of her, even though Naomi couldn't share those emotions. But.. she was here none the less, the physician had to be here, it was her job right?

Naomi would be the next to approach beside Carni. She had never been too fond of the kingdom, in The Exiles and in The Ruins. However, it seemed they were preying at there borders once again, for what? They were enemies, the Ruins had the right to dive at them and make them head back to their own desert. Did they miss the Ruins? Was that it, no, the wolf one seemed particularly angry. She wasn't, Naomi never was. "mm... solaris kingdom, you look angry, explain..." the third-tier stated. Elian would have alot to cover on the next meeting, with everything going down like this....

She listened carefully, watching as Elian limped to the seen along with Eva to asses the situation. At first Naomi was confused. Why would Barghest word it that way? Just stay that he killed Apex and move on, it wasn't that hard. Naomi wasn't that close to Apex when he was around in the clan, but she had remembered him like she remembered most things in her life.

However, as the conversation went on she grew more and more tired of it. So what? Apex died, he was trying to attack Barghest and was pushed off a cliff. Despite her past, Naomi believed him, the physician had no reason not to believe him especially since they had no other proof to contort his statement. But, she didn't understand why it was a big deal to Barghest. Ya... he almost died.. great, lovely, but what else? The ruins held no truces with the Coven so why was this important information. Apex was apart of the clan but he failed in his attack... maybe it was because Naomi didn't understand the feelings others held but it just didn't seem... important.

"oh... I don't understand..." she huffed quietly, hearing more of the conversation play out. Was it just that? Giving information about the death of a clanmate? She understood that it wasn't for Apex to be forgotten but... to Naomi it just seemed mindless. "he died... trying to attack a neutral. The information is fine but... what else...?" she questioned. The Coven and Ruins were neutrals, all neutrals were free reign and unfortunately Apex died trying to fight, it happened often. With the vampire trait Eva mentioned she assumed Apex wasn't their for the ruins but rather for their own self indulgence. "Apex is dead, and Barghest killed him.. thats it, right? ... now he leaves..?" she held no emotion in her voice, no anger or sadness. She knew others would grieve but there was no longer a point for Barghest to be here if that was all the information the Ruins were getting. If Apex wasn't dead he would come back? And if he was alive and didn't come back then he wasn't really a Ruiner, right? They would hold a funeral for him with all the other dead bodies they had this week, Ace... Umbral... Ace... Umbral... and now another, it meant nothing to her anymore.