01● Smeraldo sguardo | Open, Analee

WHAT exactly was Analee doing in the Great Undercroft? She herself wasn't sure. She stalked about in her demon form. Jacket flapped in the vague wind as demons tore at each others' throats and sliced one another up like a well-done or rare steak. Some looked more like the vampiric type that preferred the bloodied rare meat.. which was admittedly gross to Ana, who quite frankly had the eating habits of a teenage human with the munchies. She never really ate a meal and instead picked and chose through the vague snacks and such that sat around her place.. if she could even call it a place? It was more like a shack.. not even that really.

Anyways, the point had been that no one was really bothering Ana despite her being in the sanctum of great warriors. In all likelihood it had to do with the fact she didn't even look like a fighter and simply was nearly as invisible as a tar baby. She wasn't often kicked, because it didn't bother her. Ana had no concept of being bullied or really even being hurt by someone's words. She was simply happy and full of energy. All. The. Damn. Time. To 99% of the Inferis world it was annoying to no bounds. How could someone be so thrilled to live in Hell and rarely frown. Also randomly hugging people was apparently a nuisance that she could barely grasp. Why shouldn't she be happy if she was alive? Even if she wasn't technically alive. She could still feel. It wasn't as if the world had stripped her of any feeling.

Anyways, she made her way through the area with no real objective, other than to find a game to play. Sometimes the whole 'Kill random demons' game got a bit boring and tedious. After all, there was only so many times you could kill nameless demons before it became work more than a fun little hobby. In fact, she didn't even have her sword out, because that was just begging for random attacks and assaults from obsessive fighters and warriors. Nonetheless, she would wander about.

It was a long while before she spotted someone who looked slight preposterous. Most fighters were in loincloths or armor when in the Undercroft, but this man was not. He didn't look Spartan and from the blood on his body, he was obviously still breathing. Because to Ana, blood meant they were still alive. The concept of him probably bleeding to death was something foreign and unlikely to cross her mind, because well, she was Ana and was quite oblivious to such things.

Ana waltzed right up to him, in the slightly skipping manner and instantly embraced him. "HI FRIEND!" She spoke loudly as if she knew the man a long time. It took her a moment to realize he was indeed still bleeding, before looking panicked. "Oh Demon Lords! Are you okay? Here.." She fished in her bag momentarily. In her palm was soon a piece of plastic in some paper. She pried it apart and pressed the small adhesive to his cheek. Yes, one small bandaid was going to cure the man's whole body.

The man seemed stunned to see her. It wasn't like Ana was stealthy or anything, but she figured he was probably busy doing that thing some demons did with a piece of chemical stick. What were they called again? Cigar rats? That made no sense! They looked nothing like rats! Oh well, minus the non rat- cigar rats, it was obvious the man had been fighting. Whether it was for his life or for fun? Ana hadn't a slightest clue. Some demons really had strange ways of expressing themselves or even entertaining themselves. Then again, Ana wasn't one to talk. Everything to her was a game.

She looked at him with her green eyes, blinking a couple times while he addressed her. Exquisite remedy-ing? What on earth was he speaking about? She blinked a couple times and simply smiled. The only real option was the bandaid. "Oh no. That's just a bandaid." Ana pointed out, though they both knew that already, likely. "I figured it could at least help a little bit." Her smile widened, which flashed her sharp canines briefly.

A part of his sentence sounded sort of sounded as if he were asking her name. He spoke in a strange fashion, but Ana was managing. "I'm Analee. Most just call me, Ana though. Or woman." If her smile could be wider, it was. She slid off her jacket and rolled her shoulders. Beneath, she had simply a bikini top and her short shorts, but the air of the undercroft felt amazing on her skin. "What's YOUR name, mister?"

He made a compliment that Ana couldn't help but blush to. Beautiful? Her? She hadn't heard that before! It made her heart to some weird thing in her chest, which she mistook as temporary sickness. Luckily she didn't act on it and instead remained smiling before him. He continued to speak; meaning Ana had to remain silent as he did. Otherwise would be rude! She was still blushing about the whole beautiful thing.

He introduced himself as a D'angelo. That was a neat name, very unique to her. It definitely was uncommon. She rolled it around in her head a few times, just to get used to her new friend's name.

"Why am I so happy? People keep asking me that." Ana laughed at it. It was a strange question, but she DID hear it all of the time. Or she got odd looks. At least when she was asked the question, people weren't running. hen again, most still looked at her odd when she gave her response as well. How was the best way to explain her happiness? Or was it her energy?

"You see. I don't remember a whole lot about life before here, so everything is new." Her lips were never turned into a frown. She couldn't help but feel the surging happiness in her veins. It was a simplistic way of seeing things in an optimistic light. It helped make her days less tedious and more bearable. "If I'm going to be stuck here, I might as well enjoy it, right? Besides each new experience is great." She hugged him again, probably unneeded, but she did anyways. "For example, I met YOU today! So that makes today a great day!"

She paused. "But if you mean my enthusiasm.. I'm not sure. I just always have energy. I don't think I ever run out. Unless I'm sleeping. That's another story though." She probably shouldn't have mentioned that, but did it really matter? Ana had already had her nice long and ridiculously heavy nap, so she should be good for a day or two. At least that's what she guessed.

“Your eyes, they glisten well in the light of this world.”

Her heart did a weird thing again. Was she actually getting sick then? It wasn't so much the words, but the way he said them. Ana was so simply baffled, that she was silent a moment. Such sweet words, this man spoke. No one had treated Ana like this, ever. It made her excited and stirred a sort of warmth in her chest. Her smile didn't fade. Of course, neither did the blush. In fact it had brightened a bit.

She wasn't sure how to respond. "I-I uh.." Her words were staggered and hesitant words. After she completely changed her posture, she had her hands pressed in her lap. "Th-thank you!"

There was another couple seconds of silence as she focused on the man. Bright red hair was nearly the same color as hers. His face had a smooth and suave look to it. His eyes were as bright red as his hair, which reminded her of the red pulsing through her veins. "Your eyes are.. really pretty too." Her voice kind of shook a little. She wasn't sure how to compliment a person with such fancy words, but she had at least attempted. It was just one of those failures, but she didn't become disheartened about it.

He seemed to smile at her. Movements so smooth followed, which led his hand to one of hers. Analee watched with awe as he rose her digits to his mouth. Skin touched skin and there went her heart fluttering again. Ana turned a dark shade almost to match her hair. She was wordless; even breathless to respond. "I uh- " She didn't know how to respond. This man clearly had her speechless. Naturally, this was simply baffling to Ana. She always had something to say and yet, here she was blushing an unable to think of even something.

Her heart started up once again, though she was pretty sure it was beating ten miles per minute. His hand relinquished hers and she followed him with soft and mesmerized eyes. He wasn't trying, but it was as if he had hypnotized her! If he wanted to kill her, it would be the opportune time. Ana couldn't help but stare, despite how rude it was. Never had she met such a charming man! Without effort. It's how the man looked. Even when he rose a gun and pointed it at her. Quickly she came back to earth. Duck. Spoke a voice, which she couldn't recognize as his or her own, but she fell out of the way instantly. An unpleasant feeling sank in her stomach; like nerves.

Again he was speaking to her, by asking if she was okay. Honestly she was, her legs were a little bit like jell-o and her heart was jittery, but she was otherwise unharmed. Her head turned and a great beast was in her eyes. An instance of terror flooded through her veins, but she retained a pretty calm face. She looked back at him with a grateful smile. "Th-thank you!"

She hugged him again, but fully this time. Her head on his chest and all. Even if he was bleeding, Ana didn't mind. With her face still red, she pulled away. "I owe you!" For a moment, she paused. "Is it safe to be here?"