The devil queen gave herself a moment to think about what Leo just said. Money did buy close friends, but were they really someone's friend, or just a friend to money? Shrugging to her own thought, she nodded in agreement. "I treat my friends well too," she said, "and I'm sure the Madame does too." Now those words were somewhat blatant lies. While Roami enjoyed her friends, she knew how Dolores could be, but as long as Leo kept her word, there shouldn't be any major issues...

Roami watched as Leo stood, machinery of some sort rising in front of them. More tech, something Roami wasn't too adept in, mostly because technology wasn't made devil-proof. Well, Roami-proof, as usually, devils don't make their clothes out of fire. She closely watched the machine with curious eyes, wondering how it was put together, and if it was all Leo's doing, until at last a hologram appeared and stabilized. She was tempted to poke it, but resisted the temptation. She could really use holograms in her room, it would be a great distraction.

She continued watching, blue eyes darting from one image to another in amazement. A database? Of multiple individuals and companies? Without a doubt, what she was seeing was very impressive, more so than the dual libraries Dolores owned, only because in the base, the information was on paper mostly, but here? It was all digital. This was perfect for the devil though, now she had potentially two ways of getting information for her own use, not the dark market's. Roami pointed to the CEO with moderate interest. "I know him, he's a stingy one," she said, simply. The image changed to the said man hard at work in his office. Leo wasn't lying when they said they weren't concerned with right and wrongs. She again nodded at Leo's assessment, intending to relay the information onto the Madame, who was more akin to stocks.

Afterwards, Roami stood up suddenly as the tech around her hummed, showing her both less images and words than before as well as a not too in focus image of her- it was unmistakable, her red and yellow hair is noticeable from anywhere. So Leo had been watching her, or was she spying on her the moment she entered the mall? She calmed down, sitting in her chair, as she reminded herself that she was in no danger. She was just very unused to the various hidden things the white room can do. She was indeed a queen still, she was just currently without a place to rule, something she occasionally forgot.

A window made out of... something that passed Roami's thought slid down the table with ease. Roami, hands now placed neatly in her lap again, read it. It would seem like Roami's succeeded in gaining Leo's trust, or at least their friendship. Using her right hand to press the confirm button, she smiled. "May this friendship last a lifetime," she said, happily. She knew back at the base, the Madade would be less than thrilled to see the organization's balance drop so steeply, and only wished she was there to see her face. Would it have changed from her usual sadistic façade? "Well, that's that! I'll tell the Madame you're an ally, and let you know if anything else needs to be done. Oh, before I forget," Roami began to use the table as paper, taking care not to mess with the tech in front of her. She bit her tongue and used her finger to draw a map on the table, fire following wherever her nail dragged onto. 

When she was finished, a detailed, or as detailed as she could get, map was burned onto the surface. "Home base is here. It's in the woods, When you find a clearing, that's us. There's a cabin there that acts as a cover, the real stuff is underground. Maybe you can stop by to say hi?" Truthfully, Roami would enjoy being around someone that wasn't scared humans or crazy seers. She was social like that.

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It would seem that this young teenager was indeed the person she was supposed to be meeting, only managing to surprise Roami even more. Upon hearing that they didn't know what the Dark Market was, she sighed. Of course her sadistic boss didn't tell them who was "buying" from them. It only served to make her job all the more harder, especially if who was in front of her wasn't as nice and polite as they seemed. 

Leo, it was a simple name, and Roami was sure it was short for something. Regardless, she nodded her head in approval. It was a nice name or nickname. Roami heard the entrance behind her close, but didn't look back to observe. There was no need to, she was confident like that. Maybe too confident. Her attention was directed to the piece of tech on the table. That must be what Leo thought she was here for. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She had to hand it to the Madame, she knew how to trick people, but at the same time, she felt irritated that her boss was tricking a teenager like this. 

Afterwards, she witnessed as a seemingly devil-like butler appeared from the nothingness that was the space they were in. A servant, without a doubt, something that instantly reminded her of her palace life in Hell. Slowly, she was beginning to like Leo's style. Roami, turning towards the sharply black dressed individual, dismissed his bow with a small motion of her hand by habit, something she did while she was still reigning queen. It was only customary. The man spoke in a polite mannerism, and when he was finished, a chair appeared after brief moments of light changing the likeness of the chair. Impressive... wherever she was, Leo seemed to have complete dominion over this space.

Roami watched as Leo took their seat, and she did the same, pulling herself closer to the table. Her posture was elegant and royal in nature, with both hands in her lap, her back straight, eyes straight forward, and a small polite smile on her face. "Well, it's good that you're the right person," she began, "I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm really here for another reason, but first I should explain what the dark market is." Her smile faded as she started to briefly run down what the organization was. "It's an organization lead by the Madame, Dolores, that specializes in gathering info, selling things, and making deals." She stopped there, believing that was enough she had to reveal about what they were. 

Shuffling in her seat, she took a small breath and blew, thick black smoke emerging from her parted lips. The smoke, small in size, made its way over to the other end of the table towards the USB device if it was able to do so. If successful, it would envelop the entire thing, and begin to move it back towards Roami slowly. "This isn't what I came here for... I'm actually on a recruitment mission," she confessed. Her ocean eyes still locked onto Leo, she waited in silence to see if they would put two and two together.

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Roami pushed a rather large leaf from her face, the piece of flora burning up upon contact with her hand. It was a rather cold afternoon, and only one thing was on her mind: revenge. She was still plagued by what she had learned, and her heart ached because of it. The former devil queen couldn’t phantom why any being, hell originated or not, would do such a thing to someone else’s child.

She recalled the painful moment when she found out about her daughter’s death, and the agony that followed. She doesn’t remember much, but she did remember burning down everything within sight. Deeply sighing, she pushed the memories back within her mind, and pressed forward. The only thing that mattered right now was honoring the memory of the fallen through blood.

Jumping over a lone puddle, she inhaled, blowing out a long stream of fire that turned everything in front of her to ash, allowing her to pass through the dense wilderness without the annoyance of large leaves. She had heard rumors of a group that was adept in figuring everything out about someone or something, and hoped this group could help her locate the ones that were responsible for the heinous act… or at the very least, their descendants. It didn’t matter to her. In her eyes, they shouldn’t even exist. They should have perished when she came back home. The last town she visited gave her a tip that the group could be found deep in the forest this afternoon.

A shadow loomed over her, the clouds above hiding the sun behind blankets of white, but this did nothing to quench the light that came from Roami. Today, she wore nothing at all, her likeness being covered by makeshift fire that circled around her like a dress. This was done on purpose, as she also heard rumors that the group she was pursuing was not lead by a friendly presence. She secretly hoped this leading presence was of royal descent, but if not, she was ready for a fight. Seconds turned into hours as her feet trveled the scorched path she made through the forest, her determination only growing. Each step brought her some level of pain, but she kept on. She at least had to make it to the area before the weather changed its mood.

Nearing the end of the cleared path, she was about to produce another before she felt a strong force pull her in one direction. Holding onto a nearby trunk, she blasted orange tinted fire from the soles of her feet, the flames aimed at whatever was pulling her around. To her surprise, she watched as the balls of fire were seemingly deflected, the spheres of heat being lost to the dense wilderness that surrounded her. Her feet began to bleed as she continued blasting fire, only for the flames to meet the same fate as the last. What, or who, was doing this?

Still pulling against the force that was attempting to drag her away, she again took in a deep breath, this time letting out a thick cloud of smoke around her. As she did, the force subsided. Noting that whatever that was doing this can’t do so if they can’t see her, she landed on the now smoke covered ground with a light thud. This time, she would be on the offensive. She commanded the smoke to expand as far as she could. Whoever was in the forest with her would have an extreme amount of difficulty seeing. Biting her tongue until blood was produced, she used the blood to mix with the smoke, igniting the vision-hindering smoke. Quickly, anything that touched the smoke was severely burned, leaving Roami unharmed and hidden, not bothered by the sudden change in temperature.

This was a technique she learned from a demon that used to call her a friend. It was a way for fire manipulators to both attack and defend themselves by hiding in the ash created by the mixture of smoke and fire… a technique that is extremely dangerous in confined areas, but could be used outside as well. Satisfied that she possibly took out her attacker, she let the smoke disperse, revealing the scorched trees and grass for yards on end. There was no possible way anything could have escaped unharmed. As she finished that thought, however, a figure emerged, walking through the embers around them. It was the figure of a very tall woman dressed in clothing that didn’t belong to this modern times, but what surprised Roami the most, was that this lady had not a single piece of ash or fire on her…

“Why hello there,” the woman said, smiling with a look that could only be matched by a jackal. “It seems like I have found the culprit behind all of this destruction.” Her speech was carefully put together, Roami noticed, and had no hint of hesitation. She watched as the woman, with hands crossed, inspected her, licking her lips in the process. Taking a few steps back, Roami prepared herself. Without a doubt in her mind, this was the individual that was pulling her earlier, and she was no push over… but neither was the devil queen. She gave no response to the woman's statement, instead leading with a question of her own.

“Who are you?” Roami asked, standing her ground as the tall woman walked closer. Their surroundings seemed to heat up in the duo’s presence as they spoke, something the devil took note of. She was no push over and she was fairly skilled in her own abilities.
“Madame Dolores Esmeree,” the woman replied, reaching for something behind her back. As she did this, Roami clapped her hands together and pulled them apart slowly, creating a whip of fire as blood dipped from her palms. “Oh my,” said Dolores, “What on heaven and earth and are planning to do with that?”

Wasn’t it obvious, Roami thought to herself. Reeling the fire whip back, it cracked and sizzled on the ground before she yanked it forward towards Dolores, only for the well dressed woman to side step out of the way with an even more sinister smile than the last. Stunned, Roami tried again to the same result. Dolores wagged her finger as Roami continued on, facing utter failure every single time, even when she tried to predict where Dolores would side step.

“How are you doing that?!” Roami yelled. Never before had she seen someone dodge her attacks so effortlessly, somehow avoid getting hit by an un-blockable technique, and pull her with such force as this woman did before. She was unfamiliar with only a few races of the world, and clearly, Dolores Esmeree belonged to one of the few. “How do you keep…” Before she could finish her sentence, Dolores revealed what was behind her back: a very long rifle of some sort… Roami, eyes now wide with concern, still stood her ground. A mere gun wouldn’t deter her from her goal. She began to heat her body up, preparing to make another smoke screen, before Dolores produced another fire arm in her other hand, both pointed at her. One gun was something she could deal with, but two in the hands of someone that could pull people with her mind? She may be in a bit of trouble.

With nothing but charred, open space around them, there was no hiding, and running was out of the question; Roami doubted her ability to make a smoke screen in time before the bullets hit her. Instead, she resorted to burning the woman as she fired the weapons, her hands turning a bright red color in preparation for this.
Dolores and Roami stood, both ready to unleash their attacks on one another under the relentless sun, who re-emerged from the blanket of clouds. Dolores stared at the devil with a hunger in her eyes; Roami could tell she wanted blood to be spilled, or at the least a life taken. There was only two ways this could end, and Roami was determined to be the one who walked away breathing.

The ground began to shake and heat up as one pair of small feet turned the soil a dark red. A sigh escaped her lips as she eyed her surroundings. Roami remembered this place, more specifically, she remembered the amount of corpses and wounded beings that were scattered around, soon to be either removed or rejuvenated after the war. Now, it was just a scar on the earth, painful reminders for those that were alive back then, and for people like Roami, simply a sorry sight, and nothing more. 

She began to walk further into the field, allowing herself to leave behind footprints of ash wherever she tread until she reached what she considered the center, and sat down. Today was an uneventful day of searching, and it left her feet sore from all the walking. She could use hexes to get around, but ultimately it wasn't worth the hassle if she didn't even know where her target was. She sighed, light smoke escaping her mouth as she did so. This certainly wasn't the life for her.
Maybe she should seek out some deals, and have a little bit of fun? Or simply hone her abilities?

Then, during her endless thought train, she heard the footsteps of someone approaching. Turning, she began to wonder who would visit a past battlefield at a time of day like this. "Hello," she began, curious as to who would approach the small girl on fire.