*In the distance she sees Mortar walking up to her, somewhat concerned about her* You okay? What's up?

[spoiler]Okay, not a fan of this. I'd like to make this non-Cannon. We can talk about this later.[/spoiler]

*Sketch was walking down the hall when he saw her and stopped. He suddenly bolted towards her, crouching next to her to see if she's okay.* "Ao?! What's wrong!? What happened?! Why are you naked?!?!" *He seems legitimately concerned, speaking quickly like he's afraid for her. He pulls his duster out of his backpack and gives it to her for her to put on.* "Wear this, we can't have anyone else seeing you like this."

[i]And then, the worst person that could've shown up in a situation like this...well, she showed up. Her garb that was grafted out of dark leather was stained with dark blood, her tricorne hat sitting on top of a head of platinum blonde hair. A simple curved katana was at her side, though the blade was bloodied. Her strikingly pale face concentrated in a look of...mercifulness...Irina, murderer, Vileblood and traitor, approached the naked body of Alyssa and crouched down, a look of apparent pain and disgust on her face. Although Irina was terrifically cruel to people, to the point that she cut out tongues and gouged out eyes...what kind of monster would do this? She clasped Alyssa's hand with her own gloved one softly, only silently staring into her eyes. She was mute, so she couldn't whisper any words of encouragement or comfort Alyssa in any other manner. She would have to try something else.[/i]

[i]Quincy was strolling around the halls, trying to remember exactly what had transgressed before he had entered the dojo. One moment he was outside sipping his tea, and the next trying to prevent a group of people from nearly frying his small, furry, and skinny self. After the long journey here, his form was so thin, looking at him, it was hard to decide which gender he was until he spoke. Once he saw the girl on the ground he froze. He hadnt been this close to a human not trying to kill him in months. He snapped out of the daze and swung his cloak off his shoulders, revealing his fluffy-ish torso, his legs covered by cotton trousers. He laid his cloak on top of the still, but breathing, figure, feeling the cold air seep into his still damp fur from when he fell into a lake on the way here.[/i]

[b]Damien raised a mere eyebrow, not willing to speak. He'd seen the look before... It reminded him of years gone by...[/b] [b]He continued to sit across from her, knowing that she'd exhaust herself... Maybe even knock herself in the process. She was so vehement in her sobs...[/b] [b]Time seemed to pass, Damien eventually lighting a cigarette, placing it in-between his upper lip and lower metal jaw. Eventually he spoke up, assuming she had enough time to think.[/b] [i]"Alright, kid, you got choices here. You can talk to me, I can try to help you, or you can continue to assume I'm a lowlife out to harm you... I say option two... I can walk you to medical, we can take the public route if you don't trust me enough. You'd have witnesses if something happened... I'll give you a coat or something..."[/i]

"It's alright...look, I may not be very good with comforting people...but, anyways, enough about me...What's wrong with you?" She asked, trying to comfort her.

[i]Alon felt her edgy aura slice through his calm demeanour and suddenly he didn't know what to do. He'd witnessed this as a child; but never had he had the guts to approach the women and help her, especially at the ripe age of 8. What could he have done? Feeling her stare, he slowly raised his hand to the air in front of her. The simple action was deliberately slow as his index finger glowed a soft blue and he started tracing: runes. He'd stop them after completion, waving them away like a bad memory; runes for lightning, greater fire, magma, ice constructs, light rays, and more. Most were entirely beyond Alyssa's current knowledge, and in her current state, it would be nigh impossible to learn. But the action was more one of nervousness than anything; it was the only thing he could think of that connected them, however platonic it was.[/i] H-hey... I-I-I... [i]He sighed , looking down. Not once did his eyes meet hers; to be honest, he was afraid what he'd see. Finally, he turned to her and took in every bit of terror she had. It made Alon white-hot with anger, but he knew this wasn't the time for that.[/i] I-I'm here... it's okay. I won't let anything happen to you; if I was there I could've stopped it in the first place. B-but I wasn't, and now I am. So just relax. I'll stay watching in case the sick -blam!- that did this comes back around. [i]She noticed the raging anger inside of him. And seeing it in all sincerity from his golden brown eyes validated what she saw as real. His gaze wandered again his metal hand slowly straightening the cloak of any and all folds so it'd cover her small frame entirely; and also so she could study the sigils on it's back, if she wanted, Alon making sure his body didn't come in contact with hers. Frowning at how he had to do this like a complete stranger, he held his open hand out and upwards. His metal fingertips held a forming ball of light, growing like a sun to the size of a softball. It's light was warm and pleasant, the orb not too bright to look at. Intriguing, even. It growed a little bigger and then turned a joyous green; as if it had a mind of it's own, it danced around with flowing dips and ascents through the air, it's energizingly green light depicting things that made Alyssa happy. And only things that made her happy; it was careful to leave out anything sad or horrible, and Alon, not being able to see what it saw, trusted it wouldn't fail him. Soon two more joined the fray, then five, then ten. Soon more than she could count danced along the corridor, some a joyous green, others a warm cream colour or intense teal. The colours were everywhere, and she couldn't help but feel like smiling for a moment. Alon didn't dare turn, idly tossing the levitating orb between his hands, the one he held a hue of green matching his cloak.[/i]

[i]Said Näzi groaned, the punch managing to dislocate his with a sickening pop as he stumbled just a little, though his grip did not falter.. That was, until a young voice yelled at the foul man,[/i] "THOU ART FOUL, ANIMAL! THEE DISGUST ME!" [i]The yelling came from a tall knight, clad in knightly armour, charred black long ago. He stood at six feet and ten inches exactly, "towering" above the rapist with a whole inch. Two sky blue eyes glared from the Y shape in the helmet, his mouth being contorted into a form of disgust. Clenched tightly in both of the knight's hands, was a seven feet long, light blue greatsword, the weapon almost glowing with power. The Greatsword of Wolfknight Artorias, infused with the soul of Great Grey Wolf Sif. [/i] "Thou shalt die for these sins," [i]Remy growled, while Jack just threw threw Ao away from him - though his hand remained clenched around the poor woman's hair, meaning that, well, lots of pain. He then sneered at the newcomer, his voice foul and filled with anger, [/i] "You? What in ze hell do you want, vermin? Shoo." [i]The knight chuckled in response, though the anger in his eyes didn't get any less. He growled, slowly starting to walk over to the German with confident strides. Said German just spread his arms in a mocking gesture, as if he was saying, "Well? What is it?"[/i]