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[Ami Kaori Hachiro]

Things started out simple enough, a usual training session. Ami wasn't exactly a test subject, but they'd been messing with something, she wasn't sure what. So she was able to be in this room, for now at least. The white haired demon was being shot at with the paint balls, which she froze when they were in her proximity. The sound they made when they hit the floor was almost musical, like actual bullets falling on the stone ground. Ami soon found herself being pushed further and further towards the edge figuratively. What was it they were testing now? She quickly became enraged however. This training session as far as she was concerned was over. There was a person standing at the far corner of the room taking notes, that was now her target. The person shooting the gun, was conveniently having to deal with a frozen gauge inside the gun as Ami's form shifted from human to demon. A darkness descended around her as she froze the paths of the exits around the victim. That and the other person in the room.

Ami's ripped chain bracelet made the haunting noise as she approached. Picking up the note taker and wrenching the clip board from her hands. Ami was much stronger in her demon form thankfully, so she tossed the clip board against the far wall. Slamming the poor female into another with anger. She could freeze the vital organs in this person if she wanted to, but she had just gotten out of her 'cage' from her last disorderly conduct mess. She had a wicked smirk on her face as she applied more pressure to the human, who let out a delightful cry. It caused Ami's sadistic smile to grow further as the human cringed. "What kind of notes are you taking, sweetie? What's so fascinating about me?" Ami was only playing with her victim now. The human wasn't exactly calm as most the staff here were, she was a newbie, that made her weak and at a disadvantage. But then an alarm had gone off, Ami forced the woman further into the wall as she turned her head.

It seemed her friend had gotten away from his frozen floor, activating the alarm for the guards to seize the threat. Ami smirked as she froze his hands to that wall, it'd be awhile before he got away from that himself. The SRA was sure to have something to fix that, but she turned her head back to the woman cowering in her hands. Running her claw up the slender and fragile neck and beneath her chin. Ami's silver hair fell around her like a curtain, her face brought within inches of the woman. What would they do in this situation? They got to torture others all they liked, see how far they could push a demon or test subject. Why couldn't she do the same? It was only fair.

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