"Ya sure? 'Cause... I'm preeety sure Madame Dolores killed Hera then went to that Greece place, married some idiot and birthed a lady named Hera then killed the father. Is that your Hera or the original Hera that's a 'well established goddess'? Hmmm.... or did she kill Zeus... well sheit, she killed someone with a god-name." Ozaei, not realizing he slipped up and mentioned Dolores, kept talking, trying to make air sparks in the shape of Greece so his date could follow along. Of course, he didn't quite hear her mention how horrible the fall of Greece was. He was certainly going to do it a second time eventually.

Tilting his head to the side, he gasped. "Oh shit!" He shouted happily. "I really am bleeding! Must be an overheating thing. Can't feel shit. Not from bullets, magic, heathens... actually I can feel when the Madame uses her creepy telekine... ah shit. Forget wat I said I said nuthin. By your name. LETS GO!" Grabbing her hand, Ozaei began to charge up. "Whatchu want? What kinda food? Wanna nuke the Romans? Didn't the Greeks hate the Romans? Or was that the Americans? Someone hated 'em and we're gonna go send those heathens to HIGH HOLY FUCKING HEAVEN IN YOUR NAME if they mess up your food!!" Surely, he was attracting a crowd.

Staring at the grinning Amy, Ozaei crossed his arms brow raised. He was clearly unimpressed. "Amy. My guy. Girl. You suck at hide and seek but whatever."

Speeding up to where Amy stood, skidding on the wheels of his shoes to a stop, he yelled for absolutely no reason. "ALL RIGHT crisis averted let's go fuck up some TRS agents or go find that gang bitch lady you were talking about! Should be able to kill them in a few seconds or something. No no no wait fuck that what the fuck was up with those plants?!" He was rambling, saying words faster than he personally could hear them but they sounded like they made sense, so of course he didn't care."

"I..." Ozaei paused, not wanted to admit she was in fact right. He did indeed call himself dumb first. "Shut the fuck up..."

Getting back on his feet, the skater brushed himself off, sparks flying off his person as he did. Stretching, he began to reply to Amy between yawns. "Uh... I guess? I'm guessin' the Madame wants to keep this hush hush else the AP would be here too. By the way the TRS security SUCKS. AP too. Ran right into their shit and fucked their computers up. Bitches."

"Oh um uh... no one outside the market's actually seen Madame Dolores far's I know," Ozaei began, resting his head in his hand as he sit criss cross. "That's where I come in. The public thinks I'm Madame Dolores get it? Or at least some kinda avatar of her. Even the market's allies. Sooo I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want as long as I go by my middle name. Dolores. Madame Dolores works for the Dark Market. Madame Esmeree runs it."

A pause before his face contorted in frustration occurred, Ozaei mumbling as it did. "Dunno how the fuck she keeps up with all this mumbo jumbo personality stuff. You and her are the brains. I'm just fucking dumb."

Ozaei looked at Amy with pain-filled eyes before flicking his wrist at the nearby wall, electrifying and smoldering it, reducing it to rubble. Brushing off his shoulders, he scolded his friend. "This isn't a fucking game, Amy. Do you know what she does to me?! You were the ONLY FUCKING PERSON she EVER treated REMOTELY NICELY! There's no figuring shit out against someone who can see the future and REARRANGE YOUR FUCKING ORGANS WITH A BLINK!" 

Ozaei, now fully crying with no restraint, began to tremble, though he hoped it wasn't too noticeable. The air heated up in the presence of the high voltaged lad. "If you know some sorta loophole then please share to the fucking class because I don't want to kill you!" His skin began to overheat, smoke emitting from it while his eyes began to glow extremely brightly. "But I WILL do it before she gets a hold of you.

"Yeah," Ozaei replied plainly, "I guess. I dunno. She's got me and that demon devil princess bitch on you. I'm just... lucky I ran into you before she did." Ozaei began to take a few steps forward, closing the gap between the two more before stopping. How oddly slow he was moving. He despised it. There was no fun in this. No thrill of religion or promise of heaven... except for the Madame's paradise. Ozaei truly didn't know what to do except do what he did best. 

"I'm uh... happy you found your sister. And if you didn't then hey, you two can see each other in heaven! I'm sure as fuck you'll be going there!" Bellowing a pitiful laugh at a shallow attempt to lighten the mood, his sudden laughter died down as quickly as it was brought on, prompting Ozaei to sulk his hands in his pockets. "Fuck.... FUCK IT ALL WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!" the angry boy screamed out, electricity sizzling on the ground around him before he went dead quiet. 

In that moment he remembered something important Madame Dolores told him over, and over, and over again, ever since Amy left. Taking a deep breath, he repeated the words that were beat into him with every manner of object: "Don't think. Just do. Madame plans, Ozaei acts..." he said quietly, but audibly. Regaining his composure, he flicked his hood back, no longer hiding his face. His eyes now absent of his usual dapper carelessness and carefree tendencies. The golden irises he had reflected the one his caretaker had, the obvious sign of his years of brainwashing, the only difference being the heavy stream of tears that refused to fade away on his cheeks. 

"C'mon Ozaeina! Amy's just your replacement. You have every reason to WANT to kill her... if I don't what if Madame takes me out instead? You're just a better version of me... c'mon just do it..." Ozaei was now thinking out loud, no longer capable of keeping it in his head. He was mentally breaking; indecisive of his own actions now. "Whatever. I'm gonna do as I'm told." Ozaei closed the distance between them even more until he was right in front of Amy. It was a slow walk, but when he got there, he aimed a simple kick to her leg, silently hoping that some miracle would happen and that pathetic kick would be enough to end the Faekin he spent a lot of time with in the past.

Of course the day would come where Ozaei is sent on this mission of all things... but his loyalty was with the Dark Market, and he couldn't just bluff his was out of this one. Wearing nothing but his usual skater getup, he blitzed through patches of wilderness and all that would reside there. Electricity flooded his body as he moved, leaving trails of sparks and charged air behind him. A few times, something so happened to get in his way; he simply ran right into them without remorse, whatever left of them, be it person or animal, left behind him as a mist of red blood. Perhaps he was going too fast, but he didn't care. Not today.

The chill that was in the air and blowing in his face didn't bother him; he was distracted, more so than usual. His face, serious and stern, wondering what he would do if he couldn't go through with what he had to do... if it came to that. He hoped to heaven above she'd decided to just comply, at least long enough for him to think of something. 

Ozaei skidded to a stop on his jagged-wheel skates as a familiar voice intruded in his thoughts and strangers blocked his view ahead.

"Eh? Amy?" he said, knowing exactly who it was. The shadowy shapes in front of him just didn't match, but he knew his target was just beyond them. Skating forward slowly, he listened in a little more before becoming irate, a burst of electricity escaping from him in the cold climate. Hell no. He read too many of the Madame's books, he knew how stories like this would go if he didn't interfere.

"Hey you no-good creepy FUCKS!" Ozaei yelled, charging forward and tackling one with absurd speed. "LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE! SHE'S MINE!" He screamed, his voice slightly shaky. Wheels still spinning, he lifted his foot up and slammed it into the neck of the guy he just rammed into the ground, the uneven skates he wore digging into his flesh. Standing back up slowly, his serious gaze was ever-present and for the first time in a while he had a good look at the cause of his uneasiness. "Hey... Amy." The Dark Market Noble said solemnly. "Nice stupid hat..."

Amy was furious. She had delivered a message between a couple of Ravagers and then been told to stay in the area so they could easily grab her when they were ready to send a response. It was so incredibly rude of them! There was nothing to do around here. She had already spent half an hour walking around the small back alleys and she hadn’t even run into anyone she could play with.