Silver and Crosses(open)

Hearing Dawn’s voice made a rock drop in his gut. Really? This now too? He’d been doing his very best to avoid her. And now she had to pop up here of all times.

The evangelist gasped dramatically. “Oh my gosh. Did he really do that?! Sir! You need god to save you from your wicked ways! He can guide you to the light! The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your need sin a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.”

Two things wrong with this. One- she was talking about a sun scorched land to a vampire. Another thing. She was rehearsing bible verses. To a vampire. Ozaki covered his ears, wincing against the holy words, and flew up rapidly until he was about ten feet in the air to shout, “For Dracula’s sake Dawn! You were hitting me while I was still recovering from serious burns! I had to defend myself!”

Evangeline put a hand to her mouth, looking between the two’s expressions of anguish. It clicked for her then that bible verses would not work. But that did not mean she could just give up on saving their souls. She came to a pause though, thinking. She wasn’t sure which side to take. But God would want her to resolve things between the two and make them friends under god’s temple roof. But there was one thing that didn’t stick right with Ozaki’s story. “If you were just defending yourself, why were you carrying chloroform with you in the first place? People don’t just carry that stuff around unless they plan on using it.” Highly suspect.

“I don’t carry it around.” Ozaki knew he couldn’t just leave now, not with this being shouted for everyone and their mother to hear. He had to set the record straight. “My talent works so that I can imitate any substance I’ve been under the effects of.”

“So you’re saying you’ve been chloroformed?”

Ozaki looked like he was about to answer that before shutting his mouth. It took him a moment to respond, clearly trying to figure out what to say next. “Long story. But I’m not lying when I say she was going over the top. Don’t be fooled by that child body of hers, she’s probably older than this school.”

There wasn't much time to react to anything before Yuuki had her swept up in his arms, the task perhaps a bit too easy for him to accomplish due her incredibly small stature for someone of her age. Luckily, at least they now knew why she was so small but that was beyond the point. Even if she happened to be of slight stature? That did nothing to demise how dangerous her body could become to another living creature! She was painfully aware of her claws against the fabric of his shirt, the bottom edge of her razor sharp wings against the sleeves of his trench coat, her tail brushing against his pant leg when he swept her up. Without careful minding? Any of those actions could have caused her natural weapons to go beyond his clothing and puncture his flesh, with him this hyper holding her, she could only do so much to protect him from how naturally dangerous she was! "Yuuki! Careful!" this was soo dangerous. "Dad! You're Going To Cut Yourself On My Wings!" she was happy for the hug but her concern was painted across her face, it was one thing to receive an average hug since she was able to adjust for the action, but with how suddenly and strongly this one came about her wings were actually in a downward angle putting them very dangerously close to his body. 

"Don't go turning the best day into a blood bath." she laughed slightly finally managing to wrap her tail around her leg up under dress so it was successfully away from anywhere Yuuki could brush against it in this embrace. As much as Nyx wished spur of the moment movements like this could be safe for those around her? She was painfully aware that beyond the typical dangers her body fluids could turn to fire again at an- Crap. Quickly she had gotten to excited and suddenly holding onto her would feel like embracing a literal fireball as the blood in her veins turned to burning flame, the fluid in her eyes igniting causing flames to surround her eyes and her hand covering her mouth to keep her now flaming saliva inside it and away from Yuuki. Shit!

Ozaki honestly did not care if he looked like a fool, as when she heard him call her dad his joy was great enough that had she not caught fire, he would have reached for his phone in his pocket to try and take a picture of them. Momentarily forgetting in that moment of elation that taking a picture together would be impossible. He’d even have tried to get Dawn in on it.

But instead the moment he felt fire start to catch he dropped Nyx immediately and took a rapid step back.

Never before in existence has it been seen Ozaki tearing off his trench coat and shirt so fast. By the time he had managed to throw off the trench coat the hellfire had already eaten partially through the vest and was nibbling at the long sleeved shirt underneath, so he flung both of them off him in a hurry. Dawn might not know this, but he knew as a fact that once Hellfire got a grip on something, it did not stop devouring. He could potentially use holy water to dose it, but pouring holy water on himself in order to get rid of hellfire did not seem like a good time.

Fire would hurt like a bitch, but it technically wouldn’t kill him… Unless it devoured his heart. Of which he wasn’t going to give it that chance.

A note that was worthy of mentioning was that Ozaki had never been seen on campus without a long sleeved shirt on. One might not have realized the fact until they saw what was beneath.

His figure wasn’t too bad… Years ago he had decided that since he could not grow up, he might as well try and bulk out. There were limits to how much he could do so, and given his vampiric strength and speed he did not necessarily need to have the figure of a grotesque body builder in order to have that power. His frame was lean, more built for running and agility than sheer power.

There were a few scars here and there, but the ones most noteworthy could be numbered on a single hand, at least if you counted groupings as singular.

On the upper part of both of his biceps there could be seen four deeply scored claw marks of humanoid origin drawn in crooked horizontal lines over a a set of warped tattoos that would be hard to quite distinguish what the original had looked like. The five inch tall tattoos had been utterly wrecked, all but clawed off.

On the right side of his chest was a scar marking a puncture wound. Anyone who knew anything about anatomy would see it and recognize within an instant had the stake that made it been a mere inch to the left, he would not be alive right now.

Anyone who knew nothing about anatomy would marvel how a vampire could survive being staked in the heart.

The last one scar worthy of mention was thinner than the others, but it was a line down the middle of his ribcage... One Dawn, depending on the nature of her experiments, would likely recognize as a sign he'd had some sort of surgery in the past. Heart surgery might be her best guess, but there could be other reasons to crack open one's ribcage...

“Oh geezz… Sorry for dropping you Nyx. I guess I should have warned you that was coming.” In his flusterment he was completely oblivious to the fact the scars he normally took such care to avoid showing were fully visible to the world. “I just got so excited.”

Meanwhile the Evangelist and her partner were slowly backing away, the appearance of hellfire being a bit much for them to handle.