Cat fight in the mall (open to one or two.)

"What is it that we want? Well, not we, but rather, I, wanted some fun. My better half, Sentinel, is a bit of a stick in the mud on me killing people and then absorbing them. That is to say, my host is rather vehement in the no killing, unless killing becomes necessary path." She grinned up at Jak, it wasn't twisted like the smile an insane asylum patient would give, no, this was a rather peaceful looking, almost happy smile. Slowly her body lowered itself to the ground, as the spikes retracting into her armor. As her entire body came into contact with the cold floor, she leaped back to her feet and pecked Jak on the cheek, before pushing herself away from him.

"We are a parasite, that's what some would call us, call me. But no we are a in a harmonious, dual sided relationship with the body you see before you. We have been....repairing this one, repairing her incomplete form, returning her back to her former self as she once was as a human." She paused briefly, her head drooping down towards her chest for a brief second, shooting up when it looked as if she were to fall under her own weight. The armor faded, turning back into that same outfit that she wore when she assaulted the officer. But this time she seemed to be...different, quieter and less boisterous in her attitude. More reserved for want of words.

"We apologize, for our actions, or rather, her actions, Manslaughters', actions. We are the one called Sentinel and we are leaving to see our little sister" Turning to leave, Sentinel looked back at Jak, a small looking of interest, more cold and logical formed in her eyes as she stood there, motionless like a statue as if waiting for something to happen. When it didn't, she slowly turned around and began to walk off, almost like she was daring them to stop her. On one hand, she was daring them, daring them to see if they could stop her from leaving, because, like it or not, she wanted to have a little bit of a scrap herself. She could easily get back in time to read Narret a storybook after a little sparring match with these two [i]heroes[i] that had stopped Manslaughter or at least, bored Manslaughter into letting her have control again.

"Help? You want to help me?" Kaitlyn stopped abruptly, turning on her heels to stare at the two heroes before her. They wanted to help her remove the symbiote? The one thing that was keeping her alive, the one thing that was making her well again. Kaitlyn didn't know it at all that she had died years ago, the symbiote knew, simply because of the massive amount of cybernetics that made up her entire body. That she was a walking corpse. But it could help her, it was persuasive in it's musings despite it's inherent insanity, convinced her that she was deathly sick and that it was healing her slowly. Purging her body of the negative influences of whatever virus, or disease it was that was ravaging her body. That disease in question however, that viral infection it talked about, was her cybernetics.

Manslaughter had been gradually breaking the electronics and metal down, either expelling it or using minute quantities of it to strengthen her body to better cope with the strength increase, as well as the shape shifting, which Kaitlyn still finds a bit disturbing and slightly uncomfortable at best. But here they were, trying to convince her they could help her? Jak wasn't so much convincing as he was threatening her, and that all but made her shake her head. "Your help would only work against me, so no, I won't be coming with you."

Cracking her neck from side to side, she looked at Jak then to Haruhi and sighed. He was adorable, had his caring side but had to definitely work on his tact before she could ever take a shining towards the teen hero. Despite what Manslaughter would say, it had to be a unanimous decision and she knew it. Even Kaitlyn, Sentinel as she was known by was a bit tired of the rules and regulations she imposed but it was for the best, just to prevent Manslaughter from completely wiping out half the city in a fortnight. We still have to make a trip to the hospital remember? Those bodies they brought in aren't going to absorb themselves you know.

Manslaughter piped in finally, a bit unenthusiastic about having to consume the freshly dead instead of the still living. For her, the screams of agony were just like a seasoning to enhance the taste of suffering. Kaitlyn was a little more or less disgusted by that, but since it was collectively both their bodies, she occasionally allowed Manslaughter to go after criminals since, in her mind, they wouldn't be missed. Yes, well, if you hadn't thought it necessary to shove that man's dog whistle someplace unpleasant because of him trying to locate his dog, we wouldn't be having this conversation now, would we?

Sentinel only got a muttered reply of whatever and then silence, One thing Kaitlyn found to be effective on keeping primary control over her own body, was maintaining a firm authoritative stance and never let her willpower falter. The fact that it was also genetically altered, leaving it incapable of completely subjugating it's host. Manslaughter simply called the group of people real, tried and true monsters. Which would explain why Kaitlyn shared it's hated, in fact, they shared a lot of things equally. Their body, most of their thoughts and ideas (some of these were still highly private), even their taste in clothing. Well, actually, Sentinel liked tasteful things more or less, while Manslaughter preferred flashy, flamboyant outfits that caught peoples attention.

But here they were, trying to be persuaded them to come along with the both of em for help as Jak called it and Sentinel, well, Sentinel kept on walking away from them, almost like their little brawl never happened. She just wanted to get back to the hive, sit down and read a story to her little sister. She didn't want to waste anymore time as it stood. "We are also sorry for the felines injuries, Manslaughter tends to get.....carried away in all facets of life." Now that I think about it, why did you call yourself manslaughter?

Manslaughter just chimed in with an insightful I don't know, I felt like it? Before shutting up, letting Sentinel focus on her surroundings.

Her eyes were transfixed to Jak's as her normally stoic neutrality began to crack a tiny bit, letting a small amount of confusion and not just a tiny bit of abhorrence show on her face at being accused of kidnapping. "Excuse me? what did you say about kidnapping and missing persons?" She almost wanted to snap at Jak, as she strained her jaw, trying her hardest, her utmost best to prevent herself from coming loose and letting her attitude which was normally benign and good tempered, get the best of itself.

So there was some basis to those rumors she heard of people, children specifically, being kidnapped. This of course did make her grit her teeth in frustration. She may have been a hive student, may do evil things and hurt good people (of which she didn't really care for), but someone who kidnaps people - children can be people too - Sentinel always had a knack for turning a blind eye to being bad every now and then and instead, being down right murderous. This little insight bestowed upon her by Jak caused a smile to spread across her lips. But it was devoid, bereft of joy or happiness. It was like an expanse of frozen tundra, chilling and almost never-ending in it's appearance.

Sentinel finally broke her current train of thought, the coldness, the disgust and disappointment sinking back below a veneer of neutrality and intellect as she stared at Jak and finally nodded. "You can come, but the cat eared girl stays behind. No tricks, no games; I'll be watching." Sentinel was at the very least, dead serious about this as she glanced from Jak to Haruhi, before holding out a hand towards Jak. "Haven't got all day, we need to go pick up some pizza by six." Can't believe our sister, has never eaten pizza before. Then again, I can't remember if I've ever eaten it before myself. Sentinel only got the mental equivalent of a shrug from Manslaughter. as she flexed her hand at Jak with a sigh; time was money, especially if she had to find this person or persons. doing the kidnapping and make them....disappear.

To this thought, Manslaughter finally laughed a long, hard laugh as Sentinel just maintained eye contact with Jak.