Getting some air. [open]

[Adam Reinheart]

Darkness, cold, and the blood chilling shriek. Adam Rienheart was having another nightmare, just like so many before. This time...it was a little different from the other ones but the end result was the same. In the dream, Adam was in the park like he was when he supposively met Ranka and that nightmare he placed him in where he held something that was supposed to be Amoura's body before it leered up and bit him. What changed this time though was when he closed his eyes in the dream, he didn't wake up but instead felt a breeze. Opening his eyes, he saw he was atop of a building, the same building where he had tried to talk Amoura and help her when she was going a bit insane. That was possibly the worse mistake he ever made in his life, because instead of taking his offer for help she forced his mind to endure a fraction of her life.

After she had done that, then came the bullet that sent him off of the building and plummeting to the bottom, staring in disbelief at the sky as he neared the ground. Right when he hit it, Adam jumped up to a sitting position upon his couch, sweat rolling down his face as he coughed and panted. This was what his life was like now, waking up in a cold sweat, looking around the apartment to make sure nothing was there watching him, before finally calming down enough to pull himself to his feet and wash up. He grabbed a spare change of clothes, a towel, and some hair dye and made his way to the bathroom where he looked at himself in the mirror after setting the clothes down. White...whiter than the snow that fell on the ground was the color of his hair now.

He looked now at the box of brown hair dye and sighed, pulling out its content and setting them on the sink while he cut the shower on. As the water warmed he stepped in and cleaned himself up, making sure his hair had gotten good and wet before stepping out and drying off. He looked at the hair dye kit again and thought about it like he had before getting in the shower. He merely shook his head and grabbed his clothes, dressing himself as fast as he could before grabbing his coat and stepping out the door of the clocktower and moved down its long stair case to the bottom. Once outside, he took a long deep breath in and exhaled it out slowly, setting himself upon the stone steps as he thought about what he was going to do next.

[Silver Eyes]

Amoura, where are you? Michael and I have been looking for you the past week! I don't know how you pull those disappearing acts of yours but we are getting worried about you. Please...call back soon.

The beep signaled that was the end of the voicemail and the razor was snapped shut in a leather hand. Amoura never was a fan of those iPhones and their sensitive, bright screens that left her squinting. She chose to not call back and pocketed her cell, fired up her motorcycle and rode through the city, her long coat billowing out behind her. Amoura was still used to life without those she had considered family and it was best if she stayed that way lest she gain more weaknesses again. Even the thought of Ranka or Sparda didn't stir much in her.

I suppose twenty-five years of being nearly alone does that to a person. Amoura snorted, lowered the visor of her helm to keep dust from flying into her face and her bike's engine roared when she increased speed. Domino City wasn't too far off but she'll have to avoid DMC for a few nights since Sasha and Michael were there.

A familiar scent caught her attention and she slammed on the brakes, causing her bike to spin--it was clearly planned because after the spinning, she parked parallel to a curb and removed her helm. Her long, black hair had gained more white strands but she didn't bother to dye it.

Lo and behold, the source of the smell: Adam. So much time had passed that Amoura didn't even recall what she did to him in the past. Maybe this was a different Adam anyways.

The hybrid offered a nod and got off her ride.

[Adam Reinheart]

The night air was nice, the smell of it really helped him with his mood as he tried to think about where he should go next. He had to get out of Domino city, too much had happened there but the problem for him was where the hell was he going to go. He didn't really remember much of anything beyond this city, its like a cloud in his head is just blocking everything.

"I really need to get out of here."

He leaned forward and looked at the ground, closing his eyes a moment while he tried to gather his thoughts together when he lifted his head with wide eyes. He picked up a familiar scent...that caused him to shiver as the blood curdling scream filled his ears again. There was no way...sh-she disappeared so many years ago. It was impossible for her to be here now. He could hear it in the distance, the sound of a motorcycle that only caused the scent of her to get stronger. It wasn't long before she was there, the bike screeching to a halt as she nodded and hopped off of it and moved towards him.

He quickly jumped to his feet and started moving backwards, a Bright light formed on his right arm as the gauntlet appeared, clenching his fist to get a feel for it as he pointed at her with his left arm and spoke.

"Oh No no no no! You stay far away from me! Last time I tried to talk to you, you showed me your life's story and caused me this to me. The gun shot was the best part of that meeting! So unless your here to take all that back...I suggest you get back on the bike and leave."

[Silver Eyes]

Nope, same old Adam with a grudge about her life story and a wasted bullet. Not her fault her memories were something he couldn't handle! Not to mention she was very, very, very unstable during that time frame. All it took was twenty-five years in another world where her father reigned to make her gain control over herself.

Take back what? There's nothing to take back. Amoura's features were void of emotion as was her tone--it had a smoothness to it that would create a sense of unease in most; how could you tell if she had something in mind if her eyes didn't betray it? A breeze gusted down the street which blew old advertisements and rain-stained papers down the cracked, eroded sidewalks. Domino City wasn't in the best shape.

The Silver Eyed Hunter removed her specs and revealed her silver eyes, which seemed to have gained intensity since the last time she had spoken to him. Hell sometimes have its own way of changing someone physically. Amoura felt there was nothing more to say, so she pushed her sunglasses up onto her head and snatched up her motorbike helm.

Wait, there was something...

Ranka was ten times the man you'd ever be. He saw everything that came to pass in my life, he maintained his sanity and became stronger. Amoura looked over her shoulder, And here you are a shell of your former self.

[Adam Reinheart]

She seemed...the same as she sued to be. Well...a bit more laid back than she used to be but still...at least she wasn't trying to attack him again. Still...he wasn't sure how he should react with her around him, letting out a long sigh as she told him there wasn't anything she can take back. Well she was right about that, rubbing the back of his head before folding his arms over one another and looked at her. Her eyes were...intense and brighter than the last time though his eyes were different as well. They were cold and clear in their intention whatever it may have been, but there was still some of him lying in them somewhere.

Then she brought up Ranka...just like before and he couldn't help but clench his fists. Again...AGAIN she compared him to Ranka and always put him down over it. In the bit of anger he brought his gauntlet hand up and sliced downward, the front of the bike from the tire to the handlebars suddenly split and fell apart, Gas leaking out of a small hole and pouring upon the ground as the he noticed the wind blew.

"Stop comparing me to your precious Ranka. You always try to compare me to him when we are nothing alike and I am damn proud of that fact. As for me I have become stronger...strong enough to not think about you or anyone else for that matter. This place sadly is falling apart...and if I knew of anywhere else to go I would."

He looked to the side and sighed as he shook his arm, the gauntlet fading as he looked at his hand a moment and let it fall back to his side.

"I'm not a shell...I'm just adapting. All this fighting and death does that to people Amoura...you should know that. Sadly there are more of them then there are hunters...so I can't rest till I've done my part."

[Silver Eyes]

Amoura managed a chuckle at Adam's long speech about how he's gotten stronger and that nature attributed to his behavior. Ranka is not precious to me any longer, Adam. He served his purpose in my life as did everyone else--they no longer concern me. She looked at the remains of her bike and wrinkled her nose at the scent of the gasoline. Shame, that was a great ride too. The destruction of it didn't phase her at all since she had other means of getting around the city. Getting another one shouldn't be a difficult task either.

Oh, not thinking about me? Amoura vanished and appeared behind him, back to back, That certainly attributes to your reaction to meeting me again after so long. Did that poor bike really deserve what was meant for me? A mischievous smirk played at the corners of her mouth but she refrained from letting it go through.

What the hell am I doing...? Amoura puffed out a sigh and shook her head. A lot has transpired since my disappearance, Adam.

[Adam Reinheart]

Adam stood there and looked at her, she was a bit displeased with the fact she lost her bike but not mad enough to cause her to flip out of her mind or something. She even told him that Ranka didn't really mean to her anymore, that he served her some kind of purpose like he did. That just made him question what kind of purpose he had for her. He rubbed the back of his head as he looked down, thinking about what to ask as the smell of Gasoline filled his nose which caused him to shake his head a moment to shake off the smell as he looked up to find her gone. However, he felt her presence behind him, back to back as his eyes widened but he fought every single urge in his body to turn and strike, not wanting this to end up in a bad conflict.

He sighed at her comment, she was right about a lot had changed while she was away. He looked over his shoulder at her, the scent from her was strong now due to her being so close to him and it made him shiver as memories of the past crept back in his body, not the bad ones but the good ones. It brought a soft smile on his own face as he nodded and spoke.

"You could say that...though...I have to ask. What was my purpose in your life? What small part did I play in the end?"

[Silver Eyes]

Oh, Adam. That's difficult to say, really. Amoura planted her hands on her hips and diverted her gaze to the stars. The city lights drowned out most of the heavens as always but she always found time to look for any visible constellations. Hell didn't have something this beautiful and she grew to admire it.

A lot of people served purposes in my life but I never figured all of them out. Sparda taught me a lot about my demonic heritage, Ranka did more than I can count and so on. Everyone comes into someone's life for a reason then backs out when the time comes or sticks around.

Amoura slipped her hands into the pockets of her long coat. Claims of having no emotional ties to anyone was almost right. The pangs of possibly never seeing Sazan, Clash, Ranka and the rest of the gang were strong, especially for the latter. Still, the connection was gone and so was he--it was time to continue moving on.

Twenty-five years is a long time.

[Adam Reinheart]

"Believe me...I know it is a long time."

He turned around and moved in front of Amoura to look at her, his head tilting to the side to check her hair and eyes before he chuckled and spoke again.

"And I thought about I needed to have to dye my hair...that shade doesn't suit you at all."

Of course when he said this, he meant well, he remembered and prefered her black hair so much more. As he looked back at the motorcycle in ruins behind them as he sighed and reached into his pocket, deciding since he wasn't really going to use it anymore, he'd give it to her. He held out a set of keys, For a motorcycle that was inside of the tower on the bottom floor as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Here you can the one inside...Sorry about yours. The Harley however...that's mine. You cannot have that one.", he said calmly as he waited for her to take the keys.

[Silver Eyes]

So, Dante pulled a prank and got purple dye in my hair. I think the black hides it well enough but I suppose I was wrong. Amoura grabbed a handful of locks and held them in front of her face to get a better look at the damage. It always had to be Dante or Sasha but her dislike for the Demon Hunter made him the usual prime suspect.

Amoura threw her hand out and snatched the keys from the air only to throw them back to Adam. That was custom built and my brother can supply me with a new one. I'll have to make sure it doesn't explode as easily this time. The vampire dug her hand into her pocket, opened her razor-cell phone and texted a message to Michael about the poor ole' bike. It'll take a while to get a new ride but getting around the city won't be difficult.

[Adam Reinheart]

Catching the keys in hand, he looked at them a moment before placing them back in his pants pocket and watched her check her hair. It was a nice change for her but still...he didn't like it as much as her ebony hair. He grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it to the front of his face to see the white strands. He huffed and let it go, placing his hands back into his pockets as he leaned back up against the wall of the clock tower and looked at her. He honestly didn't know what to say to her...the old him would have asked her to stay a while, see if they could patch things up and go out on a hunt or something together. Twenty five years ago...that was when he would have done that but now...now he's not really himself anymore is he. He worked alone that whole time, toying over the new devil arms or his own things every second he had away from a contract.

He even had lost contact with Ranko, Maricul, and a few others from his past as he dwelled and dwelled in that dark hell hole of his. He needed to change...step one was to dye his hair back to normal. He looked over at her and thought about what to say before finally opening his mouth.

"So...what're you going to do now that your back? You seem to be just trying to lounge about."

[Silver Eyes]

"That's the basic idea. Don't really give a fuck. I think I'm with the guy who wrote the 'Lazy Song' on some level but I like getting out." Amoura jabbed over her shoulder with her thumb towards the smouldering remains of her unfortunate bike. The vampire had developed a fondness for that "sweet ride" as some put it but she never gave it a name--it was for the best.

"I was gone for twenty-five years but it's only been twenty-five days here. Long story. Won't go into it. Not used to being social." She dug into her pocket again and her search yielded a piece of gum from a long-chewed pack. It kept her teeth fairly clean, at the very least, so she popped it into her mouth to rid of the dry feeling. That was the downside of a long trip on a motorbike: it left a stale taste in the mouth.

"Right, I'll be along. Gonna do something."