AND HE SANG ABOUT WHAT I'D BECOME ; private

[Beatrice]

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[wheezes this is so long?? idk why,, also i didn't proofread bc it's 12:35am oops]

The girl titled her head to one side as he spoke, and Beatrice found herself chuckling a bit. His words were true in all honesty. He was new. No one knew him. For the moment, he was a blip in the normalcy of Clanlife. Ilijas was an anomaly. Well, perhaps she couldn't give him that much credit. He was just a new face in the sea of new faces that was the Typhoon.

Her mind immediately told her none of this was important. Everyone in this Clan was unimportant in her mind; there was nothing she needed from any of them. She was here for a job, and that was all. She was stealing a soul -- maybe even souls -- and that was it. She wasn't here to make friends. She wasn't here to chat up the locals. She was here to get her fucking job done so she could see Greg and Wirt again. That was it. That was all it was.

Right?

Beatrice's chest and mind stirred in unison, and she could not explain anything. The girl was so confused. She didn't want to be gravitating toward Ilijas like Lilyspoise. She did not want to become attached to him because, in the end, all he was was a possible source of energy for her benefactor. Nothing more, nothing less... So why did she feel the need to be friendly with him like Lil?

A sudden realization came upon her: perhaps she had stolen the soul of one of his loved ones, or at the least, someone who knew him relatively well. All the souls she capatured, she was forced to store inside of herself. She was made up of all the creatures she'd taken down. Mentally, she was like a chimera. 

[b]"Well, we're all here to help each other out, aren't we?" Lies. Easy lies. "And yeah, four Clans. I'm not sure how big the other groups are, but I assume they're like us. They have to be to be recognized, I think. And we're pretty friendly with the Ascendants and Snowbound. Tanglewood, on the other hand... Well, let's just say they're bad news." For those who did not know how to handle themselves maybe.

She would nod at his next words, a smile upon her maw. "Ha, yeah. Some things I can read like a book from you, but others things aren't as easy." She had a knack for knowing others from first impressions. She was always right, never wrong in these situations. Reading others was easy. "God, I'm sorry about your past life situation. I've heard that can be pretty rough... I mean, I can sort of relate because I used to be a human. But that wasn't a past life though." She shrugged lightly. "I hope you get to figure everything out though. I'm sure it'll just take time to process your old memories. Death's pretty tragic, I've heard," Beatrice barked, amusement in her tone.

The canine thought over his next words carefully. Hm. He truly did not know anything, it seemed. Somehow, that saddened her. She couldn't imagine living life knowing she didn't know her loved ones... Wait, she did know that. More or less, anyhow. She knew not if Greg and Wirt were alive. Her chest ached momentarily.

[color=#D87921][b]"Maybe you could start by asking people in the Typhoon if they have last names starting with M. You'll probably hear a few different last names, but maybe one will jog your memory?"