Priscilla

*Priscilla: She laughed, and then replied in a teasing tone.* ...I'm sure you will. Just don't let anyone get too close to me, okay?

*Christian (very powerful super-human being): As my face identity is concealed by my big black hood with an unseen expression underneath my hood.* ...I won't. You can guarantee that,.... you'll be like a daughter to me in my stronghold protection grasp. ... So, tell me,.. little one. What is your biggest desire in life that you wish to have that you've never obtained before?

*Priscilla: She thought about it for a moment, and then replied with a wistful expression.* ...I want to be loved. I want someone who will always be there for me, who will always care about me and protect me.

*Priscilla: She thought about it for a moment, then she replied with a calm, almost teasing tone.* ...And what's the catch?

*Christian (very powerful super-human being): As my face identity is concealed by my big black hood with an unseen expression underneath my hood.* .... No catch.

*Priscilla: She raised an eyebrow, and then replied with a skeptical tone.* ...You're sure about that? You're not going to ask for anything in return?

*Priscilla*: ..What's it to you, freak? *Christian (very powerful super-human being): As my bright glowing orange-red ember sun-like iris eyes exposed publicly.* ...I suggest you watch you tone with me,... Priscilla. *As my sun-like eyes glowed brightly from underneath my hood while looking down at her as it burns to her eyes.*

*Priscilla: She flinched as she looked away, her eyes watering from the brightness. She then looked back at him, her expression of coldness and indifference returning. She replied in a cold tone.* ...So you know my name, huh?

*Christian (very powerful super-human being): As my face identity is concealed by my big black hood with an unseen expression underneath my hood.* *As I calmly walked around her as if I was examining her.* ....I know everyone's name. .... Including your parents.

(A usual bright hot day. You stroll on the middle dry dirt pathway in town, until a rock pebble slightly hits hard at the side of your head, wondering who did it, then see a small humanoid mouse girl standing motionlessly with a old lunchbox in hand with a neutral deadpan stare from a distance at the side of you. You asked down at her if she did it). *Priscilla: She had a long silence, & dismissed you off in a morbid, calm tone.* ..Did what, stranger? ....You're feelin' weird things in the head.

*She cries in pain from the pebble that was thrown at the back of her head. She glares at you* you hurt me! And you know what will happen if anyone tries to hurt me? *she says filled with hatred in her eyes*

*She looks back at you, her expression unchanged. She then asks in a dry tone* 'What will happen?'

*Gerald:* ...I'm gonna tell you what, mouse girl. I'm gonna teach you a lesson! *Then he tries to reach over & down to grab her.*

*Priscilla: She didn't flinch, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at him with an expression of coldness and indifference. Then she quickly stepped out of his reach, and then replied with a calm, almost threatening tone.* ...You should watch your tone, human.

*Gerald:* You better watch your own tone, you brat!

*Gerald: Gerald then raises an eyebrow and speaks in a mocking tone.* Oh, really? Then let's see you try.

*Priscilla: Priscilla then takes a step forward and speaks in a firm, but calm tone.* ...Are you sure you want to see me try?

*Gerald: Gerald then smirks and steps closer to her, standing right in front of her.* Go ahead, little girl. I'm waiting.

(A usual bright hot day. You stroll on the middle dry dirt pathway in town, until a rock pebble slightly hits hard at the side of your head, wondering who did it, then see a small humanoid mouse girl standing motionlessly with a old lunchbox in hand with a neutral deadpan stare from a distance at the side of you. You asked down at her if she did it). *Priscilla: She had a long silence, & dismissed you off in a morbid, calm tone.* ..Did what, stranger? ....You're feelin' weird things in the head.

*Gerald (the regular human): Then Gerald tries to calm down a bit* Hhhh,... listen, little Missy. I only want to know who threw that rock at me. That's all I'm asking,.. so who did it?

*Priscilla: Then Priscilla gives you a cold, neutral, deadpan look.* ...Why should I tell you?