"Where is the fourth member of your group?" Abi stood, walking over to the cage gate, staying the smallest of steps back, "Well, seems my other half has an admirer.... the guards kept him in a seperate cell, they didn't tell us where." She lied flawlessly, eying the archer up and down, observing the relic markings on the shaft of her bow, a few of her arrows and the quiver. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be around dangerous criminals like us." There was a mocking tone to her voice.

"That aside, I have a few questions for all of you.  What are your names?  And why did you slaughter all those villagers?  With your weapons and strength you could have easily disarmed them without needing to kill anyone!" Abi looked her up and down once again, noting the obvious signs of a creeping rage, "Now, now dear, rage is the way to wrinkles, pretty face like that could be so ruined by anger like that."

Abi looked back at Abadon and Jezebeth, turning to cast a p*censored*ing glance at Sumnor purposefully blended, wanting to see what this 'plan' was. "Who're you to demand answers from me? I didn't even give you leave to speak." Sumnor gave Abi a furious look, one that was easily seen in the corner of her eye, a warning, Sumnor wanted her to play along. "I'm abi, I'll leave it to those two to let you know who they are."

"We slaughtered those villagers because they would have followed us once disarmed, we've had the problem before, escaped, only to be caught up with later and had to kill our way out. You need to get de-sensitized to this stuff honey." She stretched and walked back over to the cot she had claimed as hers earlier,  "Those people had families, children, who depended on them!  What gave you the right to end their lives?"

Abi shrugged, "We have familes, parents who love us, hell, Sumnor may have a few children about after his past. They were ready to kill us, we merely got there first." She picked at her teeth with a jagged fingernail, jagged after being hit by one of the blunt weapons the villagers were carrying.

Jezebeth Joined Abi near the front of their cell. walking closer to the bars as the two who confronted them spoke.  Jezebeth Raised her eyebrow as the next sum of questions, came piling up, However before she had a chance to answer them, Abi did, just as flawlessly as herself would of, however, due to their contrasting personalities, Abi's answers, where delivered with her own twists, And her aquaintance stated, The Archer's rage was obvious. 

"We have familes, parents who love us, hell, Sumnor may have a few children about after his past. They were ready to kill us, we merely got there first." Calmly, after Abi had delived what she had to say, she announced herself. "I, myself go by the name Of Jezebeth Orix. The Young man behind us, Is Abadon Buer." Abadon saluted the two woman on the otherside of the cage, before taking another swig of his flask, interigations where normal for in mates, so he didn't bother standing.

"He, you could say is the cause of the mas.sacre, although we each played a part in the deaths of the villagers."

Taking a look at the weapon she weilded, Gripping the scribed necklace, she grined, "As for the relics, they activate when they, choose."

Watching as Ruam stepped forward to address the prisoners, Vetsi snorted quietly and crossed her arms. Being stood against the wall opposite the cell bars meant her form and face were mostly obscured by shadow, though the outline of her silver hair glowed fiercely due to the flaming torches.

At her cousins admittedly harsh words, Vetis showed some slight surprise.  As far as she knew, her cousin was usually calm in any situation, though it wasn't like she could blame the darker haired female. When the younger woman asked her question regarding the relics, the silver-haired mage stepped forward and placed a hand on her cousins shoulder, her features now easy to see since leaving the shadows.

The woman who responded to Ruam made Vetis snarl in her throat. What a prissy little prisoner this one was turning out to be. "Oh please," Vetis growled. "Your "other half" doesn't deserve the admiration of anyone," She blew at a strand of silver that had fallen over her eyes, before rolling them. "She has more than enough reason to be angry, you moron. And don't worry. I'm pretty sure she an handle herself, if you prove to e all that dangerous." She snorted again, a small, twisted smile tugging at her lips.

"And that's no excuse," She continued, dropping her arm from Raum's form. "No. Those villagers would not have followed you. They, like most people in this town, would have had much better things to do with their time and would not have followed you all that far. Unless they were drunk, whicj no doubt some of them were, but really." She had to pause as Abi spoke about being de-sensitized, then promptyl burst out laughing. "You absoloute imbecile. Do you know what being able to kill a innocent villager without a second thought makes you?.."

The young woman took a step forward, glaring openly at the woman with who they conversed. "A monster," She hissed quietly. "You are no better than the retched demons who plaugue these lands. You don't deserve the power you undoubtedly have."

Snarling, Vetis turned her back on the cage, long silver hair practically glowing as the firelight hit it. She was having a little trouble surpressing the urge to just set the entire cell, and the people inside it, on fire. Inhaling deeply, she looked over her shoulder when the other two spoke. They didn't seem to invoke nearly as much irritation as that Abi with Vetis.

"Of course you did," She murmered in response to Abadons words regarding all of them taking part. "I daresay those of you who feel no guilt are just as bad as this one," She gestured at Abi, before turning and facing them again when the relics were brought up. Well, that clinched it. Vetis growled. Her suspicions had just been proven correct.

"Relics... And ones that have been activated. Raum?... I'm as.suming such things cannot just be activated all over the place, and as such would require a peculiar, and vare, kind of blood to do so." The woman stepped forward, looking between the three in the cell, her face completely emotionless.

"My dear cousin... It would seem we find ourselves in presence of Heroes."

Abi listened at the words that were uttered about her other half, Sumnor, before beckoning for Sumnor to keep his cool, with a well hidden hand gesture. "My other half is more than either of you will ever be, you blind yourselves with morallity, when you can't just see there's no grey, it's black and white, anyone attacks you, they need to be put down like the dogs they are, sacrifice few for the good of the whole. If it helps us kill the demons unimpeded."

Abi's face turned cruel, an incredibly twisted ex
pression across her features as the insults began, "You call me a moron? you want to see a moron go look over the rotting pile of corpses we left for you, they're morons." "Oh, and you haven't seen dangerous yet." She was getting tired of the banter with the other two, they were rather boring compared to others she had argued with.

As the woman got closer to the cell, Abi stuck her face between two of the bars, "You look the type of girl to be a fraid of monsters and things that go bump in the dark, and yet you came to see us, so you can't think we're all that bad." She licked the inside of her cheek, "Either that or you're sadistic." That was of course when she went to sit on her cot once again.

Sumnor stood, his back still against the wooden wall of the cell, grabbing the end of the scythe handle as he did so, causit to roll and coil upwards, around his arm and some of his body. The spine like handle felt awkward on his skin through the woolen shirt, he would have to become accustomed to the feel of it. 

"Either that or you're sadistic." Jezebeth curled her lips. Abigor was one for words, she understood this much, she most certainly was seeing what made these women tick. "I hate to intrude on this disagreement of yours, but would you tell us what you came here for? Some of us have been commissioned to die tomorrow, so I would appreciate you telling us why you came to our cell." Jezebeth Spun on her toes, giving a discrete glance as the Scythe coiled around Sumnors body. "After all, we have much in common."

Abadon squinted as Abi pressed her face in between the bars. A grin was creeping onto his face. He found this argument between four, equally good looking, women quite arousing. Abi was out of the question, Sumnor would squash him, Jezebeth apparently found his methods unorthodox, so perhaps one of the other two? Nah, They would bite his head off.