not a MASQUERADE [JETTA&FOX]

[Dakota]

Dakota landed easily on the familiar rooftop of battle's past. Of
the location of her real first kiss, though she didn't know that,
and where her first death was witnessed. Where blood stains
were washed away by unforgiving rain. She tucked her white
wings in close against her back, feeling the rain start to fall even
now in an even mist, casting the lights around her to glow faintly.
The full moon shown ever slightly, giving darker shadows to the
boxes and metal work around the already dark night. Halloween.
It was definately a great night to be out and about. The night
when bird-kids and erasers alike might even get along, as they
may run among the humans undetected. Because, of course, it
was just a good costume when they saw you.

And when starch white wings shine above the dark sky, they
simply decided that they were hallucinating.

She was still dressed in her black costume from earlier that night,
but she was looking for somebody of her species now. Maybe
she'd finally run into Jetta, maybe Fox would appear out of the
air. Maybe she'd even run into Night. Anybody would be welcome
right now. Her hair was pulled into a high pony tail, and she
looked more like a thief of the night than a bird-kid. Heck, she
was a thief of the night. Her black clothes meant she didn't want
to be seen. Except for the few chains on her pants. Those were
meant to be seen. She had spent a large sum on this new outfit,
and Dakota even slightly hoped she wouldn't run into a fight, if
only to preserve this awesome costume for another time. She
took a seat on the ventalation shaft and waited...

[Jetta]

The rain began to drizzle even as Jetta circled overhead, watching the streets far below. She tugged her hoodie a little tighter but it was already damn and did not do much good to keep her dry. What the hell, at least she liked the rain. The peculiar sound cars made when they drove along wet asphalt reached her sharp ears and she smiled slightly, with only a hint of bitterness. It had been a miserable past three years for most of the avians. Of course their whole life had been miserable but at least they had each other. Now, scattered across the city, across the world, it wasn’t often that you saw them in groups anymore. Even the erasers were dwindling, drifting away from each other and taking up their own ways away from the labs. She could have sworn she saw one or two of them when hiding behind trash bins from some gang members that she had managed to provoke.

After skimming the roads Jetta turned her eyes to the rooftops, barely hoping that she would see some of her old friends or acquaintances in the old hang-out spot. She had faught so many battles on these roofs. A couple where she and Fox had nearly murdered each other, if she remembered correctly. And not too far away was the mall where Tagg and Fox had managed to get the SWAT team on them. That had been hilarious. Sadly, they hadn’t held them long. Then Jetta’s eyes lit on a dark figure and they widened in surprise. A new avian? Banking hard to the left, Jetta left the thermal and glided closer until she was sure it was her friend. Awesome! She had wanted some company. Sure she was sometimes bitter but that was when she was alone. She found leadership much more effective when one was happy and even if she wasn't happy yet, if she could make the others happy then they in turn put her in a fabulous mood. Lighting down, Jetta slid slightly on the damp roof. As she gained her footing, a wide smile split her face. “Hello!” God, she hoped the girl turned out friendly. It would suck to die tonight.

It was a good night to be out tonight; the mutants fit right in with the trick-or-treaters. When she had watched them earlier, hurrying to their parties and to ring doorbells, she reflected that she probably would not have been able to tell some of them from erasers or avians. Jetta kept her dark wings partially open, disliking the feel of water on them, and flapped them a couple of times to disperse the droplets before tucking them tight to her back. Damn. She really needed to find a costume for herself.

[Fox]

Fox shrugged in his jacket as he walked through the street, trying to ignore the water falling on his head, his cheap jacket doing nothing to keep him warm. He chuckled to himself as an idea crossed his mind and he slowly morphed, allowing his face to take on the appearance of a werewolf, his hands changing into claws. As he walked he got a few stares and nod's of approval from the various people walking by, amazed at how detailed his "costume" was.

Fox shook his head as he ducked into the building which he had been sleeping in during his, hopefully, short stay in the city. He had just gotten back a few days ago after fleeing the white coats, successfully hiding for over six months. But as most things do, he eventually tired of the constant moving and decided to risk the change of going back to "home" if he could call this run down building that.

Fox started walking up the stairs, passing by the rooms he and Jetta had once fought in, noting the blood stains on the floor and cracks in the pillar. He chuckled, remembering how much that fight had hurt, and continued up the last flight of stairs before opening the door to the roof, and to his surprise seeing both Jetta AND Dakota standing there. He smiled to himself and said, "Well if this isn't a pleasant welcome home surprise."

[Dakota]

Dakota heard wings on the wind, as bizzare as that sounds, and
turned to see another avian kid land beside her. Dark hair, or so
it appeared, and looking very at home. From what she could
collect, the girl matched the description of Jetta very well. There
was a huge grin on the other's face as she said hello, slidding on
the roof as she landed. Dakota offered a smirk, for we all know
that she doesn't smile very often, and replied with the simple
greeting of "Hi." Dakota let her wings slip out of their locked
position behind her, as the other girl seemed relaxed about
keeping her wings out. "I'm Dakota," she offered as a greet,
crossing her legs beneath her and using her wings as sort of
umbrella to keep where she was sitting at least slightly dry.

Before she could ask the other girl what her name was, the door
to the roof was opened, and a boy came through the opening.
The entrance was too dark for her to notice appearance, but the
smell of Eraser hit her, and she instantly went on edge. She
went to the crouching position and her muscles tensed. Then the
figure spoke, and the voice sent what seemed like a hundred
different memories and emotions spiiriling through her. Her eyes
narrowed dangerously, wondering if he had even indentified her
with how different she looked now. Especially since she was
wearing a mask. Oh well. "Fox... I thought you disappeared from
the face of the planet," she responded evenly, but her voice had
an undertone of poison. Let him think that he could get off easy
for leaving without the audacity to even tell her goodbye!

[Jetta]

Pulling her hood up around her face, Jetta quickly surveyed their surroundings to make sure there was no enemy. The rain dampened her sense of smell but her hearing and sight were good enough. She could hear people below them in the building but it was no use trying to distinguish who they were from their smells. Still, the rain smelled good and even though it intensified the other less lovely smells and it was a relief from the normal dumpster smelling city. Jetta crouched, rocking back on her heels as she once again loosened her wings from their tight tuck. Shaking them off had not done much good and now they were more uncomfortable than even before, warm and rubbing against her skin. She held them loosely behind her, letting the rain drip off her as she did nothing to protect herself.

“Dakota.” Jetta spoke the name once outloud, rolling it over her tongue as if getting a taste for it. It was a pretty name. A state. Two states, in fact! Both cold, if she was correct. Both filled with moose and beaver. After she was done examining the girls name, she turned her interest to the girls face, eyeing her with a cocked head. It was a little difficult to see her with her wings protecting her from the rain but Jetta did note that she also had dark hair and definitely did not look like an eraser. Hmm. Well, wherever that wet dog smell was coming from it wasn’t Dakota. Now that she thought about it, Jetta had heard of Dakota from some of the other flock members. In fact, she had some very important things to discuss with this girl if she was who she thought she was. Once she realized who the other girl was, Jetta’s face burned with even more curiosity and she looked her up and down as if evaluating her. Finished, Jetta rocked back on her heels, face turning stormy with thought. This was going to be hard to say.

But before she could say anything, Jetta leapt up and onto the small wall surrounding the roof, her wings flared in alarm. “Shit!” She snarled as Fox burst through the door on the roof. So that was where the wet-dog scent had been coming from! Relaxing slightly, Jetta remained perched precariously on the edge of the building, eyeballing Fox darkly. After a few moments, a mischievous smile split her face. She still didn’t know that Fox had switched sides and was already preparing for a fight. However, she paused when Dakota spoke to Fox. They knew each other? ‘I thought you disappeared from the face of the planet’ wasn’t something that enemies usually told each other either. What was going on?

[Fox]

Fox's smile faltered when he heard the poison in Dakota's voice. He glanced away from her, focusing on Jetta instead. He wondered how long it had been since he had actually seen her, not only had he not seen her in ages, but some how he meet her again at the same time as Dakota. Fox sighed, hoping she knew that he had defected and turned his attention back at Dakota. She had changed since the last time he saw her, the memory of the encounter coloring his checks a little. From the tone she had spat at him though, he knew that he was in deep crap for not giving her heads up for his desertion plan.

Fox cleared his throat, "Well, originally the plan was to tell you then ditch the city as i made a peel for the hills as far away from the white coats as possible. But, i guess they caught on, because i wake up and they are smashing down my door." he said and chuckled slightly. "Sorry though, i should have planned it better." He turned to Jetta next, a puzzled look on his face as he walked out of the stairs and onto the roof, "And where have you been? YOU also dropped of the face of the earth before i meet Dakota." He morphed out of wolf form to show that he came in peace just in case, and shrugged off the hood of his jacket, shaking his hair out of his eyes. need to cut that later he thought to himself, waiting for both of the girls replies.

[Dakota]

Dakota heard the girl say her name, as if getting used to it. She
noticed the girl tense up as she did when the Eraser came
through the door, giving off a rather loud swear word as she did.
Dakota could tell from the emotions that the other girl didn't like
the Eraser at the door, Fox, and she was confused that the two
knew each other. Dakota assumed that the other thought they
were enemies, by way of how she decided to address her
former... Teammate. She stood, her muscles not looking as
tense, but she knew that Fox would see around that. He always
had. She slightly jumped down from the shaft she had sat on,
her wings just slowly her decent where she landed more like a
shadow would on the ground than a full-grown girl.

She saw Fox's smile falter, could almost hear his emotions drop
with it. She gave a simple smirk, as if to remind him that she was
listening to even that which he did not speak. She saw him turn
to Jetta, as if contemplating something, then saw him flush as he
turned back towards her. Dakota heard Fox talk, make a defense
that seemed legit, seeing as his emotions were straying to
something else. She nodded simply, as an answer to his
question. He turned to the other avian girl then, saying that she
had disappeared even before he had met Dakota. This made her
smile. Then she had, if only by chance, ran into the legended
Jetta. Oh, this would be most interesting. "So, I'm guessing we're
all aquainted here already, no?"

[Jetta]

Jetta continued to remain on alert although she had managed to compose her former scared wet chicken actions. She continued to remain paranoid, backed away from Fox as he looked at her, her wings flared in warning. Although he dropped his wolf appearance that was nothing normal for him. Before they had fought previously she and him had always exchanged friendly banter before lunging at each other’s throats and attempting to murder the other. Her eyes stayed narrowed as she watched the two talk, her wariness growing. It appeared that Dakota was either on the eraser side or that Fox had come to theirs. Fox switching sides? Why the hell would he do that? He had had his little pack of hell demon cronies, her sister included, and had wreaked havoc on the bird kids for years.

“I had business to attend to.” Jetta said loftily in reply to his question. She wasn’t trying to be a bitch but the subject bothered her. She honestly couldn’t remember where she had been for the past year. In fact she hadn’t even known she had been gone until others had mentioned it to her and she had seen the changes that had happened to the flocks. She shivered slightly before she could stop herself, dropping her eyes before regaining herself to glare back at Fox. If anyone had blinked they would not have seen the short episode she just had. What had happened to her when she was gone.

“Apparently we do.” She said with a snort, replying to Dakota’s statement that they all knew each other. Realizing that she had not introduced herself to Dakota yet, Jetta spoke again, not taking her eyes of off Fox, calculating every movement. It was going to take quite some doing for her to trust him to relax any more. And although she didn’t want to, she was a bit more wary of Dakota now as well since she had no idea what was going on. The avian and the eraser who had nearly killed her so many times seemed to have a “thing” going on. Or at least they had to. “My name is Jetta, by the way.” Directed at Dakota but still not taking her calculating gaze of off Fox.

[Fox]

Fox watched Jetta carefully, wondering what 'business' she was referring to. He frankly didn't care where she had been or what she had been doing, but he had missed the fights the two of them had had. Fox squinted his eyes when he saw Jetta shiver, her eyes falling down to the ground before coming back up to his, giving of her usual defiant glare. Fox chuckled to himself, he stood corrected, he DID want to know where she had been. If it was able to make Jetta, stab you with the knife you just stabbed her with Jetta, then it was defiantly worth knowing.

Fox continued to look back at Jetta, not giving in to her glare. He glanced at Dakota and asked "What about you? You couldn't have done nothing for the time i was gone," he flinched lightly at his comment, knowing that wouldn't help Dakota forgive him. Truthfully, one of the reasons he had come back was for her. He wasn't sure what he had felt after killing her and bringing her back, but he had never felt it before. Sure, it had the same burning feeling he got when he was in an incredible fight, but it was more subtle, more warm. He glanced at Dakota again, watching her, not sure what to do. She had changed, and for now, he wasn't sure if it would change what the two of them had touched in their last encounter. Concerning Jetta, he didn't know what to do, should he pressure her for more info on her disappearance? Or should he just let it slide? Fox sighed in annoyance and sat on the edge of the roof, waiting for either one of them to talk.

[Dakota]

Dakota watched as Fox and the other girl, Jetta as she
introduced herself, had their stare off. Dakota had known in her
gut that this other avian had been the acclaimed Jetta. The
fighter who one step better than her, according to Fox. She could
feel a sudden wave of wariness turning towards her from Jetta
and smirked. "Don't worry, Jetta, I'm on your side," she said
simply, leaning easily against the ventalation shaft, her wings
stretching out to their full fourteen feet eight inches, before
folding back in a resting position three feet on each side of her.
She crossed her arms, waiting for the staring episode to finish.
The two didn't like each other, probably never liked each other,
and even with emotion tampering, they probably never would.

Fox then turned to her, asking what she had done. From his
tone, she thought for a second he was ticked off, but she saw
him flinch as he said that, and knew that he didn't mean it
harshly. An old feeling came through her from him, and she
assumed that Fox wanted to be forgiven for abandoning her
after he threw her word into utter turmoil after killing her. "While
you were gone, I went back to normal things that occured in my
life before you. Wake up, eat, survive, go to bed." Her voice was
harsher than she wanted it too be, but she wasn't in an
apologetive mood. If Fox wanted her to forgive him, he'd have to
make it up to her. Prove that she wasn't just overreacting.

"It wasn't like I was worried about you," she said simply, flicking
her bangs out of her eye with a disdained toss of her head. "I
wasn't sitting around for a few days trying to find you, thinking
that the Vigil's had found out what your little incident with me,"
she continued, her voice rising. All her pent up anger that she
kept inside since Fox had suddenly disappeared. "That you were
lying dead in some ditch, or brainwashed to track me done and
kill me again!" She knew she was overreacting now, and she
was probably confusing the Hell out of Jetta, but she didn't care
right now. "And you didn't even TRY to get a hold of me. You said
you wouldn't give me heartbreak, Fox, and you know what?
You're a dirty little liar!" she finished, her eyes narrowing angrily.

She took a deep breath, calming herself. It felt good to get all
that out, but she knew that Fox would probably take that like a
kick to the groin. Dakota honestly didn't care. For him to do what
he did, disappearing for so long, and then coming back like it was
all hunky-dory? No. It didn't work that way. She settled back, her
feathers ruffling. She wouldn't act on her anger, truth be told she
really just wanted to hug the wolf boy right now, but she
restrained herself, waiting to see what Jetta's reaction would be.
She hoped that whatever reputation she had with the flock
leader wasn't ruined because of that performance. She rested
back, her eyes no longer narrowed, but the look could freeze a
man where he stood. "Sorry, Jetta," she apologized to the other
girl. Then she waited then. She was good at that.

Waited for Fox to apologize, or waited for Jetta to question.
Waited for an attack, or waited for the hug. Either way, she
was waiting. It seemed all she was good for lately.

[Jetta]

Now Jetta was confused as hell. They talked to each other as if they had not only been friends but lovers. Cautiously, Jetta’s fingers twitched toward her boot where she kept her knife hidden. Her mind was in fight! mode and all her senses were on alert, even though she had regained herself and was no longer flustered. Narrowed eyes flashed and she ignored the rain as it continued to drizzle on them as she crouched on the edge of the roof, one hand on the wet concrete and the other slinking towards her boot.

Her eyes widened slightly as Dakota chewed out wolf boy, noting how she did so without fear. Damn, this girl had a set of kahunas! Having heard about Dakota from others, Jetta, under normal circumstances that did not involve ugly mongrel boys, would have had a proposal for the girl. Jetta trusted her when she said that she was on her side. However, she still could not connect that Dakota could be on her side and Fox’s side. The way Dakota stood up to Fox impressed Jetta. Not many had really ever had the nerve to fight might with the old Vigil pack leader. Besides Tagg, who was nuts and practically dead anyways and therefore did not count. Jetta wanted Dakota to become another flock leader. There were too many scattered avians for Jetta to take them all under her wings now and she needed a little help. Based on what she had heard, Jetta had decided that Dakota was a candidate and planned on meeting her as soon as possible and maybe get to know her a little better before she proposed her plan. It was too bad Dakota had to see her like this. Jetta was a great friend and a better ally, although paranoia and fight mode occasionally made her seem a little bit intense.

Was that pity she saw in his eyes? Oh hell no. There was no way an eraser was feeling anything but hate for her. Fueled by her rage, Jetta was momentarily relieved of her previous worries about where she had been for the past year. She figured that the white coats had had her but the memories had still not come back to her. And she hadn’t noticed any damage, so far. Besides nightmares that she woke from screaming in the middle of the night, never remembering what she had dreamed about. But all bird kids had those. Hell, humans had those. They were nothing special. Besides, Jetta preferred to be happy. She was a happy bird, fueled by her self-motivation and love for fighting evil. Fingers twitched towards her boot again and Jetta’s eyes narrowed, gauging the distance between her and Fox. After that little outburst from the girl Jetta fully expected Fox to attack her and she meant to take the element of surprise, getting to him first before he could reach her. Crouching a little lower, Jetta finally sprang and launched herself at Fox, knife in hand as she tackled him.

[Fox]

Fox flinched as she unloaded her rant onto him. He had never been good on this whole love thing, he much preferred good old hand to hand fighting, which is why he had stayed out of the subject for so long. And her points were valid. Yes, he was busy running away from various branches of the School, but was it so hard to drop of a call? Maybe even run the risk and come back and tell her of everything. Sure, he missed her when he was gone, and yet he hadn't thought of her feelings, what she was going through because of his sudden absence. Fox chuckled, she was right, the whole time he was worried about hurting a girls feelings, and after promising not to, he still managed to.

Fox ran his hands through his hair and was about to answer Dakota, a pained look in his expression, before he saw in his peripheral vision that Jetta was jumping at him. He spat out a curse and rolled with the blow, grabbing her hand with the knife. He had been knifed by her countless times, and his skin never truly liked the lacerations she gave him, seeing as they never grew back smooth resulting in dozens of scars. Fox glanced at Dakota before focusing of Jetta, aiming a punch to her temple, wanting to end this as soon as possible. He did NOT need a fight before he apologized to someone, but he wasn't going to complain.

[Dakota]

Dakota watched Fox flinch as she hurled words on him. Whoever
said words weren't a good weapon could burn in Hell. It was
hard for her to hold her anger as his emotions swam with what
she thought was guilt and apologetic-ness, but it wasn't that she
was mad at him. Oh no, far from it. She was almost estatic to
have him back, but she didn't know how Jetta would have
reacted if she had just simply ran and hugged Fox. She felt a tug
of emotions coming from Jetta and Dakota instantly tensed. Out
of all the people she had ever read, the emotion that was
surfacing in Jetta's head was by far the most common. And, sure
enough, as soon as it registered, Jetta had sprung at Fox,
tackling him with a glint of deadly metal in her hand.

Dakota could tell Fox was ready for it, even though she was
pretty sure he was on the verge of apologizing, when the avian
leader tackled him to the ground. The rolled with the attack, and
Dakota saw the Eraser target the knife hand. She met his eyes
briefly before he went to punch Jetta in the temple. He wanted to
end the fight before it started, wanted to apologize, and Dakota
could tell that. For a brief second, she wondered if it would be
right for her to interfere, to focus her powers of altering the
emotions around her. She hadn't needed to use that power in
quite a while, but if this got out of hand, she wasn't going to
think twice about it. Dakota didn't know if she could target two
people at once, but she would be willing to find out.

But first, she would try a much more simplier form of stopping
them. Knowing that it wouldn't do much good for either of them,
she quickly approached the two on the ground. Pulling Jetta off
of Fox quickly to prevent the punch, though not without difficulty,
she smirked, focusing a calmer emotion on her own face. She had
no idea if she was outputting her power or not, but if she would,
she would have some explaining to do. "Okay, let's not get
fighting now. He's not really on a side," she said simply, throwing
a worried glance towards Fox. "At least, that's the impression I'm
under." Dakota spoke calmly, not wanting to get either of them
turning against her too. Focusing on her power would just leave
her open for an attack. "I think we need to start this over."

Now, Dakota was never one to interupt a fight. She was never
one to turn it down either. But she had just met Jetta, and she
knew how Fox fought. She wasn't in the mood to take either of
them to go get fixed up if somebody got broken. Dakota looked
between the two, hoping that they wouldn't lash at each other
again. She knew that she, at least, could stop Fox if he went into
bloodlust on her, but she didn't know about if it focused on
another person. She didn't know if she'd be able to pull Jetta off
either, if she decided to pounce on Fox again. She easily folded
her wings against her back, waiting for the response from either
of them. Sometimes, violence wasn't the answer, even though it
was fun. She hoped the other two would notice that.

ooc:// sorry, I kind of god-modded. forgive me. D8

[Jetta]

Jetta was still refusing to see the other side. In her eyes it was all black and white and anything regarding Fox was not the good color. However, if they managed to get it into her skull that he was indeed on their side, and then she would be perfectly find and even friendly with him. Sadly, that was easier said than done. ‘At least that’s the impression I’m under’ stuck more firmly to her brain than any of Dakota’s other words and Jetta was positive that Fox had somehow managed to convince the girl as part of a trick, possibly set up by the white coats. Why shouldn’t she? Jetta had spent most of her life fighting the wolf mutt and it wasn’t going to be an easy task to convince her to do otherwise.

When Dakota nocked them apart Jett crouched back on the ground, fisting her blade. For a moment she paused, allowing Fox enough time to get distracted by Dakota’s words, and then she sprang again, holding the fisted blade to her stomach, pointed out, and palming her fist in order to give her more thrust. She’d be damned if she let him get an upper-hand on her. However, before she sprung she spoke; “Dakota, don’t let him fool you. I’ve known him for the evil, conniving rat he has been since we first had the delight of becoming acquainted.” She spoke hard, eyes glinting with determination. Although she refused to listen to reason she had not lost her cool and in fact knew exactly what she was doing, planning each move without going ballistic on him. Having learned long ago that going nuts would cause more harm than good, Jetta was more the cold and calculated fighter. Unlike Tagg.

The power in Dakota’s words may somewhat have influenced Jetta but it was only enough to calm her and help her think clearer as she tried to dispatch of Fox. It was obvious to her that Dakota was under an illusion that Fox had created and she wondered how Fox had done it as Dakota seemed very sensible and grounded from what she had heard and also seen before Fox showed up.

[Fox]

Fox did a spin as his punched hit thin air, surprised at how fast Dakota had moved. Yup, defiantly gonna have to start exercising again he thought, as he pulled back another punch before a fleeting feeling of calm flicked through his mind, causing him to pause. He glanced at Dakota, knowing that she had a way with emotions, a perk that she had gotten from the School. He nodded as she finished talking and looked at Jetta, a smile on his face, "Yes," he said, "let us talk this over."

He glanced at Dakota, unsure how she was going to do this, and before he could react, Jetta pounced on him her blade pointing dangerously close to his stomach. "Well, stab me. You have the chance, and if it'll cool you off enough to listen to me, please do so." Fox said, smiling, before grabbing her arms and pushed the blade closer, the tip cutting in and through his shirt and skin. He knew this was going to take much longer than he had hoped. HE had fought Jetta over the past year countless times, and he was pretty sure she wasn't as trusting as him.

ooc-bad post, sorry

[Dakota]

Dakota could understand Jetta not wanting to think that Fox was
on their side now. She could feel the doubt coming from the
other female avian, and Dakota had a feeling that it was from the
fact that she decided to say that was the impression she was
under. Now, she realized the foolishness in her words, and she
bit the inside of her lip, trying to think of a new way to come
around this. She knew for a fact that she wasn't under the
impression of some lie from Fox. If he had meant to permenately
get rid of her, he would have let her stay dead. She knew that
Fox was aware of the threat she could impose, and if he was
really on the Whitecoats side, she highly doubted that he would
have ran her all the way to the Lab and told them to revive her.

Or come back and make sure she was alright.

Or kiss her.

Dakota noticed that even though she had knocked the two
away, Jetta was ready to pounce on Fox again, her blade tucked
back into her hand. Fox, she noticed on the other hand, seemed
to be more effected by some uneering calmness. She seemed to
have surprised herself with actually accomplishing that task
without too much effort as she had before. She saw him glance
at her and she gave a half-shrug, showing that she knew that
she had indeed done something. She watched him nod and turn
to Jetta, saying that he did want to talk about it. Dakota shook
her head. If this calm effected him too much, he was going to get
torn to shreads by Jetta, who seemed to only use that calm to
focus more on her target than anything else.

Dakota, don’t let him fool you. I’ve known him for the evil,
conniving rat he has been since we first had the delight of
becoming acquainted, Jetta seemed to declare before getting
ready to pounce, determination shining in her eyes. Dakota could
practically feel Jetta's brain turning, and Dakota knew that this
was going to probably be bad if she didn't interfere of something.
She refrained herself, however, and waited to see both of their
reactions to this. It might work itself out, if they played their
cards right. Dakota didn't like feeling like the odd one out, but
she wasn't going to add another body to a useless fray. She had
a feeling Fox was going to do something tricky to get Jetta to
listen, but she wasn't a hundred percent sure. Jetta pounced.

She listened to Fox's words, and had a slight feeling of vu jade.
Unlike deja vu, which is the feeling this has happened before, vu
jade was the feeling of something like this has never happened
before. She did remember something of a simular situation, but
with Dakota being the one pinned, and Fox phased on top of her,
about ready to practically eat her. If Fox didn't fight back, Jetta
might understand. Or she'll think it's a disarming technique and
go for the kill. Either way, she would let this play out. She saw
the Eraser push the blade harder against his stomach, almost
smiling as he did. What was going to happen now, she was
unsure, but she had decided that the two should work it out
themselves, without her interference. Though, she did feel...

Dakota felt she at least need to add to Fox's case, just a little
word or two. She leaned back nonchalantly, folding her arms. "If
a word of lee-way would assist here, Fox has killed me before.
After this incident, he rushed me to the Lab and practically
begged them to revive me," she said this steadily, her voice calm
and even, though she wasn't sure where she was going with
this. Just trying to help Fox, if only a little bit. "A few days later,
he came to find me to see if I had recovered alright," she shook
her head. "If he's still on their side, he would have left me dead.
I don't think they revive dangerous bird-kids willingly at the Lab,"
she finished easily, shrugging. "In case you wanted to know."
She hoped that both of their reactions would help to calm Jetta.
If not, she would have to result to violence. Who knew how that
would turn of if they did.

[Jetta]

Oh, he was going to let her go for the easy kill? “Damn it!” She snarled. “Fight back!” And with that she stabbed him, almost aided by him as he grabbed her arm, pulling the knife closer to him. With that Jetta hopped away, once more at the small wall surrounding the roof, perching with a furious look on her face. She had stabbed Fox plenty of times before and had been stabbed in return. Her blade had gone fairly deep but she had not hit any vital organs and the only thing he had to fear was bleeding out before the wound closed up, which was unlikely considering all of the other things he had survived. No, if she had wanted to kill him she would have slit his throat. However, she had felt guilty and because of that was further infuriated when he didn’t fight back. It seemed almost obvious that it was some sort of trick. How could it not be? After those years of fighting and chasing the little freak had simply fallen in love with a bird girl and turned? Jetta was infuriated and confused almost to the point of tears. Life had been easy before, divided into good guys and bad guys. She killed the bad guys before they could kill her or hurt her flock. How dare this infidel throw in a loop and complicate things like this? No. She still refused to believe it.

However, she was too proud to fight someone who wouldn’t fight her back and now she perched, scraping the disgusting creature’s blood off her knife against the crumbling concrete. She was silent and controlled now; the only sound was that of the knife of her metal scraping against the stone. Her face was blank but her jaw was clenched and her eyes flashed as she followed the knife, indicating the state her mind was in at that moment. Dakota’s power had begun to affect her slightly now that she was no longer receded to the reptilian complex and was beginning to think a little. Although she didn’t completely chill out or even look remotely friendly, she was silent, indicating for him to speak. No way in hell was she going to believe him but how would she be able to fight him if he was aiding her in killing him? There was something disgustingly wrong about that.

Jetta’s frenzied knife scraping hesitated for a moment when Dakota spoke, considering what the girl was saying. Of course it could be a ploy to gain an avian humans trust. How would Fox have been able to sneak a dead body in and then a live avian human out? It seemed ridiculous. However, she did believe in the reviving part. Her own sister (or weird partial clone?) had apparently gone through it countless times. However, it was an expensive ploy. Reviving someone wasn’t easy or everyone would be doing it. Whatever they planned on doing with Dakota, Jetta would make sure that she was there to put a stop to it.