Perhaps I Should Introduce Myself? (TTW with Hunter)

(so sorry for not seeing this until now >.<)

He had obviously been prepared for anything the moment he accepted this 'job-offer', everything from reciving manjor headaches, skinning people alive, fucking babysit at some point, and socialize with the sorts he rather cut the tounges off. Half of the time he enjoyd it all, while other times he just felt like putting a bullet or two in his head. (Which he had, only helped for a couples days though.)
Although this time when Holli and Jessica had decided to open this asylum for more poor souls, he had just been expecting to research, hunt, lock them up and then be done with the task. But no, now he had to find out more about the prisoners who he didn't give a crap about (although there where a couple he didn't mind that much actually), talk and have them open up to him. He scoffed. He bet Holli choosed him for this just to torture him a little for a change.
I'm starting to sound like a damn teenager in my own head, he mused to himself as he walked down the slightly nicer halls of the asylum. As he passed the Archangel's room however, he slowly came to a halt as he felt a very strong presence of magic on the door. Thanks to Jessica (who might be the only person he liked in this place) he could at least tell the difference from normal and angel/holy magic. Sort off. When he was clear in the head...
He stared at the door for a moment in wonder, raising an eyebrow. Was the 'boss' keeping a special guest in there or something?

(ugh.... feels.... x'D)

"To put it simply," he said slowly, turning to face the door currently oozing with holy magic. "The whole place is one giant torture chamber for the supernatural," he said in a neutral voice, lighting a cigarrate as he said this. A few seconds passed as he inhaled and breathed out the smoke before adding a rough and sarcastic: "Welcome to the Asylum."

He heard the woman grabb something and then dragg it towards the door, a chair he'd easily guessed. Apparently she decided to sit back and make herself comfortable while playing '20 questions'. He was really startign to think the people inprisoned here where a little crazy. So far everyone he had spoke too had asked him the exact same thing, and this oen here hand't botherd wasting any time either.
So he just merley rolled his eyes at hearign the oh so typical question by now, taking another dragg of his cigar. What makes them think he'd even tell them in the first place?
"My reasons might be to incomprehensible for you to understand," he said simply.

(I posted on the wrong account derp XD)
She looked down and bit her lip, "Judging by the powerful angel magic on the door and the fact that this room is pretty nice I'm assuming I'm in one of the angels rooms. I don't know why he put me in here but I can say that its probably because I ticked him off." She said after a moment. "As for that question, well I guess you can say I was born that way. I've always stuck my nose where it doesn't belong." She stated.

(ah I see, i got worried there for a moment x'D and fjsbfsbdbs FEELS ;3; )

He had closed his eyes the moment she began talking again, just lazily leaning his back against the wall, careful not to touch the door. His whole body froze for a couple a seconds as she finished her last sentence though. That just sounded.... oddly familiar, in a way he'd rather not think to much about. He shaked his head, quickly relaxing again as if nothing happend. "Unlucky not only for you but others as well then," he mutterd, seeing the face of someone from a long time ago as he said this. He sighed and rubbed his temple tiredly. "Your niece is fine for the moment," he said after another moment of silence.

She noticed his sudden hesitation and bit her lip, worried that she might have said too much. "I'm glad, she's a fighter always has been." She said fondly. She took after her and Michael in a way. "So what can you tell me about the angels in charge? How many are there?" She asked after a beat. She wanted to know just what she was up against and besides that it would give her an idea of how she should prepare herself.
(its all good <33333 and I knowww <3333)

"Fighter or not, she doesn't stand a change in this place," he mutterd, knowing a child out of everyone wouldn't have it any better just because they were still young. No, if anything she had the biggest chance of dying.
He rolled his eyes again as she kept asking more questions. Really, when it was quite obvious he was on the bad side here and enjoyd the job, what made them think he'd just give out information like that to help them? This woman here wasn't like the other priosners, obviously. And not only beacuse Archangel locked up her in his room, but the way she spoke and acted... She could not be harmless.
"That's for you to find out," he said shortly. "Which I'm certain you will soon enough. You're getting the 'specail treament' afterall," he mocked.

The more he listened to her, the more the feeling of recognition started to grow, and it wasn't pleasant at all. If anything, it only disturbed him, but he just couldn't figure out just who this woman on the other side of the door might be. It wasn't usual for him to forget about things, no matter how much or little he cared. Even now, after centuries of living as an immortal without any real desire to go, he still rememberd pretty much evertyhing he's seen and met. So he knew he's never heard this voice before, but the way she spoke, reminded him of someone long dead just a little to much for him to simply bursh it off.
So he stayed silent for another moment, just staring aimlessly down the hall, thinking. He didn't like it much when people, most of his victims or prisoners thought it was to worth to know his name, so he'd naturally only ignore it when they asked. So he wasn't that pleased when she asked for it now, but for different reasons.
"...Korso," he hesitated. "....my forename doesn't matter."
His head was starting to hurt.

The long silence made her think that perhaps she had once again said too much, however she relaxed as he spoke up again. "Korso huh....I met a Korso once, he had a temper though. I get the feeling you're not quite like him." She said thoughtfully. If it had been Joseph talking to her, he would have probably yelled at her and then walked away or if he had been in charge (heaven forbid) would have come in and tried to do something. "My name is Helga, Helga Sinclair." She added almost as an after thought.

(awww his Joseph :'D)
Helga bit her bottom lip as she heard his tone next, he sounded like he was in pain and her first instinct was to open the damn door and soothe his headache. "I suppose you can say that, he made me an offer I had to refuse." She said with a shrug. "He seems to think he's quite the catch." She added under her breath with some amusement, and perhaps for some women he was but for her he wasn't.

(that part kinda hurt to write x'D)

He snorted. "Yeah you met him alright," he chuckled dryly, not missing the slight amusment in the woman's voice as she said this. Well, at least she wasn't like most who'd just fall to their hands and knees by Archangles mere prescense. That's quite a relief. He already knew Jessica wasn't that found of him like her sister, and frankly he understod why. He was really glad that he never really needed to talk with the 'boss' that much.
"So," he smirked, amused about what he just found out. "The allmighty and powerful Archangel who looks down on every species who aren't angel's, is intruged by some on a lower level?" he really couldn't help but laugh a little at this. He was so telling Jessica about this little discovery. "How the 'mighty' have fallen."

Helga chuckled, "Yeah well that's what I said, but from what he told me he's only interested in me because of my power level. He seems to think I'm hiding something from him, even if I was I wouldn't tell him about it." She said. "Maybe he thinks if he keeps me in here long enough, I'll finally crack and tell him everything." She added with amusement.

She knew he was right, he always was it seemed "I know....as long as Alice is here that's how long I'll be here." She stated. "Though I may wind up telling him anyway if that's what it takes to keep Alice from dying." She added under her breath. Alice was the first one of her descendents that she had brought herself to care about when she was allowed to come back to Earth.

Her eyes softened, "Don't worry Michael, I do." She said and then realized that she had just said his name. Slapping a hand over her mouth she stared at the door in horror, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too say your name." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Knowing Michael though, he probably would storm off or something.