"...There that little shit and her no-good father is. Arianna, I don't want you to...Are you even listening to me?" [i]Some feet away from the armored, dirtied soldier and young child was a pair that, funny enough, was identical in some manner, to be completely honest - it was the infamous Vileblood scumbag Irina and a young girl, probably seven or eight years old and bearing resemblances to the Vileblood. Both stood - or in Irina's case, leaned - against the opposite wall of Jason and MJ, as the elder of the two eyed the soldier and child carefully and eerily, as Irina was suspicious and paranoid as all hell about the man's arrival: even after she had provided him with Hovark's remains, she still didn't fully trust him just yet. [/i] [i]Clad in previously Grant's #68 New Californian Republic Ranger Combat Armor, the tan, tattered duster and bulletproof vest underneath were covered and stained with deep red blood, gore and grime, mud and dark liquid covering the Vileblood's dirty boots as if she had gone through a battle during World War ll. Her helmet was strapped tightly to her waist for future use, while it was just as disturbing-looking as her current outfit, dirt and mud covering the helmet and previously red eye-visor thingies. At her waist, her 45-70 firing revolver was strapped and loaded beside her pistol, "A Light Shining In Darkness" - both weapons that Grant had given to her as she was promoted to the rank of Ranger. Her semi-automatic 12 gauge shotgun, covered in dirt and gore, was strapped upon her back, while the sheath to her Rakuyo was beside it, it's brass decorations gleaming in the light of the ship. Irina's face was strikingly pale and serious, slightly covered in blood and sweat as if she had been having a rough day as well. Her piercing blue eyes were cold and serious, almost bloodshot, her light blonde hair tangled and messy, although it remained in a ponytail in it's typical fashion. Still, it was obvious that she was quite bothered still.[/i] "Mom, she looks really nice! And don't say that about people, that's mean..." [i]The little girl looked up at Irina, her supposed mother, with a look of concern and apparent dislike of what she had said, as she placed her hands upon her hips as if disappointed. She bore striking resemblances to the Vileblood: she was 4'5 and a half, while her body was hidden away by a dark grey long-sleeved shirt, a white hoodie wrapped around her thin waist while she wore a pair of blue shorts alongside a pair of muddy, grime-covered tennis shoes, although it was obvious that she had attempted to clean them earlier. Her facial features were cute and delicate, with smooth, pale white skin and a shark, angular facial structure, her eyes a beautiful light blue. Her hair was neat and light, blonde and tied back in a ponytail. She was practically a miniature Irina - but she was sweet and innocent, as she casted looks of love upon Jason and MJ. Hopefully, MJ could be a friend - that was, if her mother wouldn't complain about it.[/i] "Ugh. You know what, Arianna?" [i]Irina groaned, as she clearly seemed to not be in the mood for arguing against herself when she was a seven-year old child.[/i] "Go be friends with that girl, though I don't want to hear you scream and panic when that bastard tries shooting you. I'll be back, just gonna look at some stuff." [i]And so, Irina left the young girl, beginning to venture into Ry's ship and muttering about a place where she could clean off.[/i] [i]Arianna was only silent, before sighing - her mother didn't control her, and she would do what she wanted to do. Finding the courage for it, she began to walk towards MJ, eventually stopping in front of her and smiling a little.[/i] "Um...hi. I'm Arianna...I think your name is MJ?"

"Oh!" [i]The slightly taller girl exclaimed, sending a wide and friendly smile Arianne's way. Someone her age on the ship, how wondrous. MJ couldn't help but just get all giddy with excitement and glee.[/i] "Hi there! I'm Jeannette, or Jeanne.. Or whatever you want to call me! Nice to meet you, Arianne. And MJ is just a nickname dad gave me, though I don't understand why.. Mini-Jeanne? Mini-Jason? I don't know.." [i]The girl shrugged, her smile fading for a few moments, being replaced by a look of confusion as her silver eyes looked down at the floor. She really didn't understand, sinking away in thought for a few moments. She blinked a few times, snapping back into reality with a wide smile.[/i] "Oh well!"

"I'll call you Jeanne! That's a really pretty name. I think it is, anyway!" [i]The little girl laughed and giggled to herself as she simply shrugged, her thin, pale hands retreated to the pockets of her pants as she finished snickering. It made her beyond joyful, to meet another girl that was her age upon the ship. Maybe she could be friends. [/i] "So Jeanne - What should we do for now? We can play games, like tag or hide-and-seek! Or we can talk a lot, about...stuff. I'm fine with whatever you want to do, too!" [i]While Arianna was slightly terrified of the sleeping soldier in the corner, she was more than willing to hang around with his daughter: she was nice, after all. [/i]

"I don't know why dad called me Jeannette.. Because, well.." [i]"She" got a tad bit shy, leaning in close to Arianne, before whispering to her exactly three words that would likely turn this entire meeting around. [/i] "I'm a boy." [i]He then straightened himself with a grin, the shyness gone. Surely this girl wouldn't think any different of him? It was certainly surprisingly, MJ didn't doubt it, but she wouldn't hate him, would she? Suddenly, he got a tad bit unsure, the grin fading, and being replaced by a look of worry. [/i] "You don't hate me now, right? I hope we can still be friends! Even if you thought I was a girl.."

"Oh..." [i]That was all the filthy Vileblood demon child said as her strikingly face grew ever-so slightly paler, her eyes widening in some amount of surprise as she took the information in. A boy - here, on the ship? It surprised her, clearly. She looked as if she was ready to yell at him at any minute for his treacherous lying.[/i] [i]Then, Arianna only giggled - it was a adorable sight, as she then suddenly tackled MJ in a hug.[/i] "Of course I don't hate you! Why would I hate you over something silly like that? I'll call you...Jean, I guess. I guess that's...fitting, right?"

[i]MJ, being lightweight as all hell, stumbled backwards, arms flailing around, before he inevitably fell down. Luckily, he was smart enough to cover the back of his head with his hands, avoiding the nasty situation of it slamming into metal. The landing still knocked the air from his lungs, the loud thud and surprised yelp even making Jason perk up.[/i] "Heh! That's good, then! You're so sweet, Arianne. I like you a lot, even if we just met. Can already tell we'll be great friends! But, you can call me MJ, if you want - though Jean is fine, too! Call me whatever you want, I guess." [i]The kid smiled wide, his arms loosely wrapping around the girl atop him, returning the hug with a giggle. Jason just rolled his eyes in silence, before attempting to go to sleep again. [/i]

Quincy poked his head out of his box, looking less terrible. "Uhm..hi?"

"What the fuсk is that!" [i]The kiddo yelped, using a word she'd heard her father use so many times. Heh, funny word. She liked it. [/i] "D-Dad! There's a t-t-talking wolf!" [i]The girl quickly scrambled over to the armoured soldier in the corner, quite literally jumping on him, arms wrapping around the dirty lad while she hid her face against his chest plate. [/i] "Wha'?" [i]Jason muttered, his eyes fluttering back open. He couldn't get as much as a minute of rest before more shit happened. And now there were talking wolves? Goddammit.[/i] "Oh. Tha's Quinceh, I think? I dunno, I jus' call 'em furfаgs 'nd tha's tha'. He's.. harmless, I guess? I dunno, go find out. Jus' scream if I need ta shoot him." [i]The Russian gave MJ a few comforting pats on the head, the girl swiftly calming down. She obviously trusted her father a lot, which became more apparent when she slowly got up, and even more slowly approached Quincy. She was cautious, of course, but not as frightened. [/i] "H-Hey there.. I-I'm Jeannette, though J-Jeanne is fine, too.."