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[mationix]

Ashlie swallows, trying to repress a shudder. "Like I said before, I'm glad he's on my side," she murmurs, trying to slide lower into the bath. "At least he didn't kill me when he had the chance, before." She rubs her arms, trying to stop the goosebumps from rising.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well this was about 40 years ago so it's alright. Though he's very popular internationally for his kills... Governments like gore, and he delivers. But as an Anima... He can only really protect you when he's not whatever weapon he turns into...

[mationix]

"So I'm going to be doing most of the fighting?" Ashlie asks, glancing up at the stylist. She nods her head slowly, glancing down at the tub again. "I can live with that," she murmurs, curling her hands in a fist.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well... Each Agent is different, some are half-beasts, some are half-machine, some are just... Monsters, but Candyman is the only Anima... He can turn into a weapon but... I can't remember what it is.."

[mationix]

"'But'...? Listen, if it has something to do with my safety, I need to know now," Ashlie firmly says, pressing her lips together into a thin line. "I'd rather know now that he'll kill me, than later when I'm being attacked by the other participants."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh, he won't kill ya," the Stylist clucks, FINALLY beginning to rinse out Ashlie's hair," He'll probably take all the damage for you if yo let him,"

[mationix]

"Oh so he's a 'martyr'. Good," she says dryly, rolling her eyes. She coughs, as water is suddenly dumped down her face, her hair flopping down in front of her eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You coulda had a worst choice, a couple years ago, some poor guy's Agent was literally a blob of jelly," the Stylist scolds," but... He also won so... Still!"

[mationix]

"You know, you're not exactly helping me with the whole 'he's a bad***' speech; it's making me feel more uncomfortable around him," Ashlie mutters, pushing her hair from her eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

" i'm not old enough to be good at lectures so don't blame me!" The stylist muses, grabbing a bar of soap," Now sit up straight,"

" Well... Simply said, Candyman's the badass on YOUR side,"

[mationix]

Ashlie sighs, though complies and sits up straighter. "Still weird to think Cand is like that, when he was the one who said 'owey', as I remember," she mutters back.

[CrimsonMoon]

" He probably did that to humor me, or his mask sliding across his face kinda hurt," She chortles, starting to wash her back vigorously

[mationix]

She winces. "Do you really need to press that hard?" She asks, already starting to feel a little swore. "Wait...how long have you known him? You talk as though you've known him since the beginning of time."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Only about ten years, He's a good guy with crooked edges," She shrugs and muses," But once you get a peek under his mask, you'll see why he's so age-concious.."

[mationix]

"Yeesh, I don't think I want to see that," Ashlie murmurs, shuddering. "You say crooked edges, I say full on points that'll kill you if you come close to him," she continues, letting out an indignant sniff.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oi!" Se gets smacked in the back of the head... So Ash could probably understand why he had been in pain," Stop whining, he's not a senile old fool... Just suspended in time, like a gun... He never gets old... Maybe his jokes do but whatevs-"

[mationix]

"Ow, was that necessary?" She demands, glaring up at her, as she rubs the back of her head. "You have an odd way of saying 'creepy'."

[CrimsonMoon]

" He's not a pedophile if be still looks and acts his age-"

" The F*** are you two talking about in there?!"

[mationix]

"I never said he was, just creepy," Ashlie mutters. Though she cracks a smile and calls over her shoulder, "Girls stuff. Periods and what-not, you wouldn't understand."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I salute you," came the snide reply

" See? He still acts 19," The stylist sighs, moving on to Ash's shoulders and arms