Wanted: Amara Bloodthorne (Amara)

Zerori couldn’t help but laugh a little at Amara’s teasing, rubbing her cheek a moment later, "Fine, but I meant it in a good way, I swear!” With a cheesy little smirk, Zerori briefly wondered how old Amara actually was. She seemed really young but with how smart she was, it was hard to get a good indicator. Still, if her mother taught her anything it was to never ask a lady her age. For SOME reason! Thankfully, she didn’t feel the urge to even ask as Amara confirmed that Zerori’s next goal was the right path to take. Still, the steps sounded a LOT more difficult than the little trouble-maker was used to.

Layering enchantments? Oh fuck - my least studied subject, With a groan and a roll of her eyes, she would relent to the idea that she’d HAVE to ask her mother for help. If she could even find her. Still, all things considered -

“I’m used to explosions,” Zerori proudly announced, something not even remotely worth being proud about. “But yeah, I getcha - no weirdly modified devil lamps or enchanted blood rubies, blah blah blah,” Ever since her run-in with Erebos back in Hell, Zerori was at least a little more conscientious about the dangers of really bad crystals with mysterious powers. If she didn’t want to get prematurely kicked out of Heaven while visiting Amara, she had to leave the really cool stuff at home. “We’ll save the cool shit for when you’re alive!” She excitedly added, not leaving any doubt to the possibility of bringing Amara back.

Though, there was something the young hybrid had to get off her chest…

“Hey, I know this is… like, kinda weird, me visiting you and all,” Bringing a hand up to scratch the back of her head, Zerori looked off toward the dead bodybuilders that enjoyed their time in Heaven. Was she pressuring Amara into giving up something important to her? Was the peace of Heaven and being dead worth… not being alive? “To be honest, this is the first time I’ve ever visited someone dead that I knew when they were ALIVE, y’know? I got this, like… feeling that it’s better to be alive than dead, but I think that’s just cause I-” She paused, feeling vulnerable about speaking to Amara about something so deep and conflicting. “-I don’t like it when people die. It felt so final and… and like ‘game over’, if that makes any sense?” Zerori looked back at Amara with a look of panicked uncertainty.

“The point is, if I’m being brutally honest, I’m not really sure what compelled me to come here besides knowing that you were doing something to keep me safe - even if I didn’t care for HOW you did it one bit! - and then the next time I hear about you?...” Zerori’s face fell, almost as if she were trying to fight off tears.

“You were dead. And I never got to thank you or yell at you or even try to kick you in a building and it felt… sad, I think? Sad and too soon. That’s- That’s probably why I want to try and find a way. Not just because Yangcong was an asshole,” She crossed her off, sniffing at the memory of his betrayal in a huff, “-even though he totally was.”

...Huh. She looks kinda pretty when she smiles. A lot happier than that frown she had when we first met, Zerori thought passively, uncertain where the thought came from in it’s spontaneity. STILL, to hear that she was only 22?! She never imagined someone so talented was so young, but… then again, she was starting to realize that a lot of her friends were young and prodigies in their own right. Zerori was… adequate but she could never really boast being good at any one single thing and she was fine with that!

… Mostly. Still, in spite of Amara’s SUPER brief statement Zerori was relieved that even SHE thought explosions were cool! And the prospect she offered? “HELL yes! I’m holdin’ you to that!” It was another reason to visit her later, thankfully. After Zerori had said her piece about how she felt about death and the strange disconnect she felt, it was Zerori’s turn to listen to the Tuffle woman’s feelings on the matter. Even when Zerori got the vibe that Amara had no compelling reason to leave, she couldn’t blame her for all the benefits Heaven boasted. In spite of that, however, Zerori was a little disappointed from what she’d listened to so far…

Until Amara admitted that, in spite of everything anyone could ask for, she still wanted to go back! Zerori’s expression, which had gradually fallen into a somber frown, suddenly perked up along with her tail as Amara’s words seemed to ignite something within her. Life WAS worth the work it took to make it worthwhile! That was all Zerori needed to hear before she grinned.

“Well, then, that’s what we’ll work on! Easy!” She crossed her arms, smug with satisfaction as she felt like she knew the answer all along. “I’ll work on finding you a way outta here and you work on what you’d like to experience next when you’re alive again. I know just the thing to bring you back for next time, too!” She winked before looking back at the guys that continued their exercise and relaxed a little. “Until then, you should probably get back to giving your friend their uh… personal lesson? Next time I come back, show me that cool cannon thing, okay?” Zerori asked, turning away as she lifted a hand up.

Then, with a grunt of exertion, the little Demon summoned a portal that would lead back to Plant. A final smile tossed back at Amara, along with a sassy little two-fingered wave, the girl was jumping into the portal with all the energy of a power-plant, disappearing from view before the portal swirled into nothing and dissipated with a ‘POP!’