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Located near the edge where the Heart and the Outskirt collide, deep beneath the ground and only accessible by the sewers, is the torture chambers belonging to the Torture Master of the Resistance, Ebony McCallister.
The walls are made of thick cement and impenetrable by sound. Shackles line the walls in various sizes and positions. On one wall, knives and drills hang in rows, as well as other weapons and torture utensils such as nails, screwdrivers, bonecrushers, etc. There are two tables with shackles upon them, and chains hanging from the ceiling to hang prisoners as well. It's not a place many people want to end up.

Aston strode down the sewer, as he walked along, heading to the torture chamber dragging the struggling and muffled screaming man along the ground behind him. He held the back of the man's shirt to tug him on their way, ignoring the irritating man. He needed info, the man had apparently been a resistance member, though Aston had discovered that he was in fact just a Council spy. So he wanted to know what the asshole had spilled to the Council and he wasn't saying anything to him so he was going to the best source on getting info out of people. He soon wandered into the chamber and cleared his throat, stopping as his gaze landed on Ebony. "I have someone for you, I need to know what he spilled to the Council," he informed the girl, his expression and tone impassive, almost cold but that's just how he usually was.

Ebony looked up from the sickle knife she had been sharpening, silver eyes looking first at the struggling man, then at Aston with her large, silver eyes. "Great, I was getting a little bored," she quipped, a smirk slipping across her rose petal lips. She hopped off of the counter she had perched on, lazily tossing the knife over a hook. "What's the deal on him?" She asked, indicating to a pair of shackles hanging on the wall at about a medium height. "I need all the info you have to get this done quickly." Ebony then began to peruse her knife selection on the wall, looking at different lengths and varieties. Carefully, she selected a pair of pliers from the rack and a small pocketknife.

Aston nodded a bit, meeting her silver eyes with his own silvery purple ones. He didn't frankly care, he wasn't amused by the statement in the slightest. "One of the many Resistance Soldiers, turns out to be a Council spy," he stated stiffly before dragging the guy over to the shackles she gestured to and cuffed him up up. "He hasn't said a word, everything on him is manifested by the Council and they've deleted all files on who he had been originally," he stated. "All I need to know is what he's spilled to the council, everything he has since joining us," he stated and ripped off the tape gagging the man harshly causing him to scream. Aston balled the tape up and stepped away, looking at her.

Ebony smiled, nodding, running her fingertip over the blade of the knife, thinking for a moment. "Seems like we've got quite a few of those these days...shouldn't be too incredibly difficult. They all crack eventually." She stepped forward and tipped the shackled man's chin up so he had no choice but to look her in the eyes. "You can scream all you want darling, but it won't do you any good. No one can hear you down here, no one knows where you are, and no one is coming for you." She held the pliers up in front of his face. "Now. We could do this in the easiest way possible, where you tell me the information, and get to leave with nothing but bruised wrists. Or, and now this is the option I truly prefer, we do things the hard way, and you'll leave here with a few less body parts than you came in here with." It was a routine threat, one she had practiced since she began her job with the resistance. "You wanting to watch this?" Ebony asked Aston, "I won't judge you if you think it'll be too violent for your taste."

Aston backed away from the man was Ebony approached him, making his way to one of the wall and sat himself down with his back against the cold cement that chilled him a bit, raising a few goosebumps on his skin. He glanced at her and shrugged, "I need the information ASAP," he stated simply. There was a planned attack on the Council tonight so he needed to know before he sent many people off to their death. He took out his phone, out an ear bud into her ear so the screams wouldn't be too loud having put on music before he got to working on his phone, typing out the speech he was going to make tomorrow for a conference for his company.

((Is there anything specific you have in mind for him to reveal?))
Ebony turned back to the man hanging from the wall. He stared back at her, mouth finally clamped closed. A slim smile spread over Ebony's lips, as if she truly were about to enjoy herself. She grabbed one of the man's fingers, bending it sharply to face her, and gripping the nail between the pliers, "And that is your final answer?" She asked in a singsong tone. "Perfect." With one swift motion, she yanked the nail off of his large pinky finger, his screams echoing off of the walls. "Now, let's try this again...How long have you been telling our secrets to the Council?" She held another finger in her hand threateningly. "F-From the very beginning!" He cried out in pain, "Please, please don't do that again!" Ebony smiled, letting his finger go for a moment, " "Good, answer number one. See, you're understanding how this works. Let's try again...What was the most recent thing you told the Council?"
"I-I can't," He began to stammer, and she quickly grabbed a piece of skin on his arm with her pliers and twisted as he screamed in agony again.

((no, not really, I'm currently just winging it. Maybe he has told the council about the attack planned..?? Idk))

Aston relaxed against the wall, easily tuning out the screams of agony the man released as he worked on his speech as he listened to music. He did tune in when it wasn't screaming, clenching his jaw. They should really start making sure everyone joining weren't council spies instead of just letting everyone in an help them out. Aston typed out the speech and then began going through it once more to edit it. Once finished he began making the slide show presentation he needed, humming softly to the song he was listening to, definitely inaudible to Ebony and the other man. He wasn't going to spend a lot of time on this, they had no one else to join so they were stuck with him, this was just for show and all parties knew this.

((Sure haha we'll go with that!))
Ebony released the man's skin. "Now, let's try that again. Really darling. It'll be so much easier if you just tell me. What was the most recent thing you told the council?" The man coughed, spitting out blood, "Please, please, I beg of you," he began to stammer, but Ebony grabbed a small hammer from her desk and smashed down on his finger, the distinct sound of bone crushing hissing out beneath the man's cries of agony. "Tell. Me," Ebony said, pushing his face up to look him in the eye, her silver orbs as narrow as slits.
"I...I," he began, "I told them about the attack planned today. They know it's coming! Now please, please, let me go. I have a family." Ebony turned to Aston, "Live or Die?" She asked, pulling out her knife, her eyes filled with anger, "Your choice, but then we've got to go alert the others. Theyre going to die."

((okay!>~<))

Aston finished all that he could from his phone and tucked it into his pockets, leaning his head back against the wall and looked over at Ebony and the man who was being tortured with an impassive expression. He knew Ebony was very well know so it made sense why the man was terrified. He tensed hearing the crunch of the bone, having to shove the thought of that feeling away. He knew it would hurt like a bitch. Upon hearing that he had in fact told the Council about the attack they planned tonight he clenched his jaw, pissed. Aston met Ebony's, "which ever you please, if he lives he'll be killed by the Council anyway," he stated and stood up, taking out his phone to text the other Resistance leadership members the code word to abandon the mission tonight. "Already working on it," he muttered, knowing it won't send until he got out of the sewers though.

Ebony turned to the man, "You've got one last chance. What members do they know about?" She hissed, "Do they know about those who are hidden among them?" She knew their leader was safe, hardly anyone knew her true identity..but there were those hidden among the Council, their own spies, who were in grave danger.
"N-No," he stammered, "I didn't say anything about them...I swear. But they know the plane for tonight, they know..." He started to sob. Ebony sighed and rolled her eyes, grabbed her knife and in one swift motion, she slit his throat. In a whirl, she grabbed her leather jacket and slid a new knife into her boot. "Come on, let's go," she said, grabbing Ash's hand and pulling him towards the door, a fear for those she cared about in her heart.

Aston paused when she asked that, tensing because he as well rarely showed himself, or showed himself as the face of his company, but if he were to be found out, everything he's been working to accomplish, his plans of revenge would all be destroyed all because of one stupid spy. Aston relaxed slightly when the man admitted to not peeping about that, lucky for him. Aston continued forward though stopped for a moment looking at his phone, scowling at the bars stating he didn't have any. He heard the dripping of the man's blood splatting on the floor as well as him finally quieting so he knew he was dead but didn't give it another thought.
When she grabbed his hand though, Aston reacted instinctively, grasping her wrist and twisting her arm behind her back. It was just a reflect but he didn't feel an ounce of remorse for doing it, "refrain from ever touching me," he nearly growled and as quickly as he'd done the move he released her and began walking out into the sewers and on towards the exit with her.

Anger flared visibly on the raven-haired beauty's pale face, "I really wouldn't recommend behaving like that towards me, unless you plan on ending up in those shackles yourself," she hissed back, continuing towards the exit. While her arm did not particularly hurt, her pride was wounded. It wasn't as if she had attacked him, god damn, all she had done was grabbed his hand. 'Someone's a little on the sensitive side,' she couldn't help but thinking as she subconsciously rolled her eyes. This was going to be an incredibly long day if he kept up this attitude, for she was not going to rest until she knew all of her fellow members were safe and untouched.

Aston wasn't fazed only continued to walk at her hissed threat, no promise. "I won't show favoritism," he stated stiffly, "we'll get along well enough as long as you keep your hands to yourself," he stated coldly, not even bothering to look at her. He was this way with everyone, he hated when people touched him, he couldn't stand it. He wasn't threatened by her either, he knew of her capabilities but he hadn't gotten this far to bend over backwards just because of her. He fell silent for most of the walk towards the exit of sewers with Ebony. He knew once they exited the texts would send and all that was left for them to do was to tell everyone participating that there wasn't any plans, since they all had to meet at a Resistance meeting place before going.

Ebony rolled her eyes and quickened her pace. She had no time to waste on people who wouldnt accept the meagerest of human interactions. Mentally, she began to go over every weapon she had on her person, and the most damaging thing she could do with each weapon. It was her calming mechanism for when things went wrong. And right now, things were going very, very wrong. After a moment of silence, she asked, "who have you all contacted?" she felt the need to break the silence. When she was working her resistance job, she never got to talk to others in a real way. Thats why she tended bar on the side, to keep what sanity she had left

"I have a text at the ready for each member of Resistance's leadership," Aston stated, knowing they'd sent once his phone had actual connection to the outside world. Aston kept up with Ebony's quickened pace easily, well he didn't need to change his pace too much to keep up but he didn't really look at her as he mentally planned how this would have to go down. No one could go without their party leader for the attack tonight so he'd need to find out each of those party leaders and contact them therefore creating a chain where they'd pass on the word until everyone participating would know that it was a no go. They'd been planning this for days, the fucken asshole deserved a crueler death but too late for that now.

"Good" Ebony replied curtly. Being a member of the inner circle herself, she made a mental list of each resistance leadership member. Surely Arietta would be safe, their leader who hated not being involved deeply in each plan, who wanted to be on the front. She would be fine. Aston was here with her, so that makes three. Hopefully the wrest would quickly get to safety and spread the word. She couldnt bare the deaths of any others, which was why she avoided close relationships at all costs. She knew what sort of tortures the Council did, truthfully, some of her best methods were from them. The idea of any other being destroyed because of her..tore her apart. She reached the ladder that lead out of the sewers, which would surface them in a rundown shack, and began to pull herself up the rungs. Her hands were sweaty and she nearly slipped at one point, causing her snow white cheeks to grow red with embarrassment.

Aston said nothing in reply, he knew once the text was sent out they'd be aware of the compromise, but it's not like many people in leadership actually partook in attacks like this, mostly because if they were captured and discovered, it wasn't a risk many would take. Aston was one of those who didn't take this risk, it would ruin years or revenge for him that he wasn't willing to give up. He did know some were though, and each member told knew to spread the word to any of their contacts as well.
Once they got to the ladder leading out of the sewers he waited patiently at the bottom for her to make her way up. When he'd caught a glimpse of her nearly slipping he shifted into a stance so he'd be able to catch her if she fell. He said nothing about it though, he knew falling could happen to anyone, it wasn't something to mock or judge someone on, plus he frankly just didn't care about superficial stuff like that. Besides, under circumstance of what they knew, it wasn't a shocker nor would he bother bringing it up to further embarrass her which might only make her lash out at him and he could do without that.

Ebony pressed her lips into a thin line. She was not the type of person to be nervous, to slip and fall. That wasn't her, she wasn't careless or uncoordinated. As she paused for a moment to regain her composer and continue on her way, she stole a small glance backwards at her companion. Had he noticed? He would have to have been stupid, blind, not to. But yet, she hoped he hadn't. Of course, maybe she should have worn more proper attire. Heeled boots weren't the most proper sort of climbing attire. She felt so foolish. And for some reason, she felt the need to look professional in front of Aston, she felt the need to look professional in front of every Resistance member. For, while they were out fighting, she was told to stay. Stay and gather information. As she was pondering all this and climbing, she slipped again, this time losing her grip completely, falling from the ladder, a string of vehement curse words flowing out of her mouth as she did so.

Aston didn't bother trying to get up while she was making her way up, from the almost slip from before he knew it was safer for both it he stayed on the ground. He knew that they did have some time to get this handled, luckily he found the snitch in the afternoon instead of last minute or not at all. Aston glanced up since he'd rather not be any ruder than he knew he already was and blatantly stare at her as she climbed, but when he caught a jerky movement that had him alarmed and instinctively reacting he caught Ebony when she fell, bracing himself from the momentum wishing him to follow the rules of gravity and join her in meeting the ground. Aston held her tight in his arms, pressed against his chest, gritting his teeth a bit due to the frankly unwanted contact but once he knew she wasn't going to immediately fall or something if he were to put her on her feet, he placed her down without a word and stepped back away from her. He didn't make any motion of going ahead either, just looked at her with his blank expression, waiting for her to go back up and hopefully this time she made it without almost killing herself or something.

Ebony fell and before she knew it, she was braced, stopped from the collision with the cold, damp ground of the sewer. Aston had caught her. She gasped in surprise. She was unprepared for the suddenness of being wrapped in his arms, pressed into his chest. His clothes smelled nice, like fresh laundry and something else she couldnt quite place her finger on. And then they were split apart again and Ebony was baking away, until she was pressed up against the ladder. The cold bars made her jump. "God I am so, so sorry," she said, cheeks red and words tripping over her tongue as they flew out of her mouth, "That was so incredibly embarrassing. I don't, I'm not, that wasn't..." she couldn't figure out the words she meant to say so she just looked over at the wall.

Aston watched her impassively as she stepped back until she hit the ladder causing her to jump. He quirked a brow at her, his really only response to that incident. With her little rambled out apology and mashed sentences afterwards, Aston felt a corner of his lips twitch a bit. "Ebony," he said calmly, using her name instead of the alias she was known by, perks of being higher in power, and he wasn't just talking about his position in the Resistance. "There is nothing to apologize for, things happen, I'm not going to say anything else about it, let's just continue on," he stated, his tone still rather stiff but it wasn't as cold, slightly softening. He didn't care too much, he'd caught her, yes, he wasn't going to let her hit the floor like some asshole, he wasn't that much of one. He touched her out of his own free will, something he was okay with to an extent, but other people touching him was where he drew the line.

Ebony looked down at her feet, twisting her fingers together, letting her black bangs fall in front of her eyes. "Thank you, really. Again, I'm sorry..." she let the words fall out of her mouth. "Ok, yes, let's keep going. There's work to be done." Ebony turned to grab the ladder again, taking a deep breath. She wasn't going to let something as flawed and ridiculous happen again. They did have work to do, they had to save the others. As she took the ladder quickly, her heart was still beating rapidly in her chest. "stupid, stupid, stupid," she muttered quietly to herself, quietly. She pressed up on the sewer drain lid, pushing it aside and letting soft light filter through. She pulled herself out, into the old shack, and looked down, waiting for Aston to appear.

Aston grunted in reply but didn't say anything in reply, since he viewed it unnecessary since he already stated his opinion on the matter and he didn't want to repeat himself. Aston crossed his arms over his chest, this time keeping an eye on her for a bit before glancing around. He waited until she was up before he approached the ladder and began to climb it. Pulling himself up he continued until until he pushed himself up out of the sewer drain but before he stood up he replaced the lid over the hole and stood up. He checked his phone seeing the notification telling him that his messages had been sent. Aston exhaled, he needed to get to the tech quarters the Resistance has, he'd be able to find out who were placed as party leaders and their contact info.

((Do you want us to continue at the tech area or split?))

((I don't mind either or so.. which ever you want >~<))

((We can keep going! One sec and I'll post(: ))

"You want to drive or am I?" Ebony asked, pulling her deep black hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. She secured the hairdo with a silver pin, which doubled as a weapon, when activated it would drip with a leathal posion. She was itching to get out, to make sure everyone was ok. They had lost so many in this fight, she didnt want them to lose any more. Still embarrassed by her fall, Ebony didnt look him in the eye. Instead, she took a brief amount of time to cover the sewer lid with debres

((Okay!))

"I'm driving," Aston stated simply and glanced at her with his silvery violet eyes, "we're taking my car," he added, as if an explanation of why. He tucked his phone away and once she was finished he exited the shack, glancing around cautiously before he made his way over to where he'd parked his car, which was in an alley since he'd taken his black car it hide in the shadows and didn't gain second glances, in theory. It was fast though so it was why he knew they should take it, he wanted to get this done quickly before it all goes to hell. This just goes to show how the smallest of people could be the result of complete chaos.

Ebony followed him towards his car. It was much fancier than what she drove, but truthfully, the torture master spent most of her time on foot, or moving along the rooftops. "Nice car," she said, running her tiny fingers slowly along the edge of the vehicle. "Do you always drive in this?" She asked, reaching for the door handle. She couldn't deny she was slightly impressed. "Sure you aren't going to let me drive?" She joked, throwing a wink in for good measure. She slid into the passengers seat, putting her seatbelt on and squishing down into the seat. It dwarfed her in size, making her feel incredibly tiny, but also rather safe.

Aston unlocked the car once they approached it, with his keys he pulled from his pocket. He strolled over to the driver side and glanced at her and nodded, "thanks," he muttered as he opened his door. He shook his head, "not all the time, I have other vehicles," he responded simply before he slid into his vehicle, closed the door behind him and then proceeded to start the car while she made her way inside. "I'm positive you won't be behind this wheel, ever," he stated, glancing at her. Once she was in and the door was closed he drove on out of the alley and sped down the road to their designated destination.

Ebony let a small pout slip over her rosey lips, "Aw, that's no fun," she said in a teasing tone, trying to lighten the mood, and make things less uncomfortable. "What makes you so confidant of that?" She looked out the window as he drove, still not comfortable making eye contact with him just yet. She twirled a piece of black hair around her index finger, pondering over what colour she could dye it next. The torture master was constantly dying her naturally black hair various hues for short periods of time. She enjoyed the variety. "How long till we're there?" she asked as she twirled the black strand over and over again.

Aston rolled his eyes, "I haven't given any sign that I tolerate fun," he responded to her teasing words, but the fact he'd bothered to give a response meant he acknowledged her attempt of easing the air between them, to make it less displeasing but that was the most Aston could do. Aston glanced briefly at her before back at the road as he drove swiftly down the street. "My car, my rules," he replied and sharply turned. "If we continue going at this speed, adding how many stop lights are between here and there and the distance and the average time it would take.." he mused as he got to one of those said stop lights and slowed to a stop knowing there would be other technical things to add but decided not to voice all that. "Approximately five more minutes," he got to the point and stepped on the acceleration once the light switched to green.

Ebony couldn't help but smile at his response, but she kept her gaze decidedly outside. At his quick turn, she had to grab onto the door and brace herself, unprepared for the sharpness of it. "Oh, five minutes, good..." she muttered with a roll of her eyes. While his driving skills were excellent, were a little...fast, for her liking. "Not any chance we could get there a little..slower...is there?" she asked jokingly. Methodically, she reached her hand into her black heeled boots, rubbing her hand up and down the smooth sheath of one of her hidden blades to calm herself.

((sorry it's short))

Aston normally didn't drive at this speed, he'd rather not run over someone or get into some accident by going this fast. However, in this situation he wanted it to do it as time efficient as possible. "No, it would increase the time it will take to get there, not to mention how much time it will already take to find and contact every party leader, I'd rather not cut this situation close," he stated stiffly in response, keeping at the same speed. With a few more turns and stop lights they were soon pulling into the building the Resistance's tech was stashed and set up, most of it courtesy of Aston's company.

Continued in Tech Bunker

Continuing from tech bunker

As they pulled back up to the building which the entrance to her sewers resided, Ebony felt the sense of familiarity and comfort overwhelm her. As gruesome of a task which she did for the resistance, as awful as her torture chamber was, she felt at home here. More so than she did in her apartment, more so than she did behind the bar. She let out a soft exhale of air and stepped out of the car. "Thanks again," she said to Aston, "Really, it is appreciated. No one really...likes to get their hands dirty when it comes to this sort of thing," she explained with a small shrug, letting her eyes graze over the landscape.

Aston parked near the building this time since he didn't really plan on staying too, too long. Once again taking out the keys and sliding out of the car, locking it behind them and tucked his keys carefully into his pocket. He glanced over at her, raising a brow before he shrugged, "then they're probably in the wrong business," Aston stated, the Resistance killed people, many who would have met Ebony would have definitely killed people, "if you can't deal with the consequences then don't create the circumstances leading to them." With that he headed towards the entrance so they could deal with the body before it makes too much of a mess.

Ebony watched him for a moment, before glancing around them then ducking into the rundown shack. Everything appeared untouched as always inside. "Well I suppose youre right, in that aspect," she raven haired beauty responded, "but most just dont seem to have the desire to clean up a broken bloody mess. Ya know? They will shoot people easily and its fine because its clean. Or assassins! Dont even get me started on them," she said with an eyeroll, bending down to remove the debris that covered her manhole, then pulled the heavy cover off. "Theyll kill anyone in any horiffic manner, but they never have to clean up afterwords. So then they get down here and freak out because theres like fingers and bits all over." she sighed and looked over at him, " I am so sorry that I'm rambling. You have permission to tell me to shutup whenever it pleases you."

Aston glanced around as they made their way to the shack and once more before heading in after her, closing it quietly behind them. He then looked at her, letting her ramble about the topic. He understood her points but it didn't lessen the truth to what he said. The consequences were many for killing another human being, not only just the clean up, but the mentality that you murdered someone, that you ended someone's life usually took a deep toll on the human brain. He had a feeling if those type of people even attempted to clean up after themselves, they'd only kill themselves. He shrugged in response, "freedom of speech, some would say is a reason to be a part of the Resistance," was his only response before he motioned for her to head down, "unless you want me to go first," he added with an after thought, though he'd doubt she'd slip this time around.

At his comment, she blushed slightly, "no I can manage!" she said quickly, pulling on her leather gloves and swinging onto the ladder. Bracing a foot on each edge, instead of climbing she simply let herself slid to the bottom. She landed with a light splash in some residual water. The burn of the friction would have been intense but her gloves made it just dull enough to bare. "So thats one reason for joining," she continued, "but whats yours?" she couldnt deny she was curious. Aston was a man of few words, and she qas surprised at the amount she had already gotten out of him. Perhaps she was pushing her luck, but she didnt mind.

Aston hummed in response, nodding as he watched her swing herself and slid down the ladder. Once she landed he approached the hole, getting down to begin climbing down, once he cleared the opening he stopped to replace the grate. He randomly thought of a way to be able to cover the grate with debris while being in the sewer. After that random thought he began his descent on the ladder when she asked him the question. Aston paused, his grip on the ladder peg subconsciously tightening until his knuckles turned white. After that moment he continued down until he was too on the ground in the sewer along with her. "Let's continue," he said, nothing bothering to respond, just brushed the question off completely. His expression was cold, but unlike how it was before, there was an almost cruel darkness to it. Aston didn't even bother looking at her as he began towards her chamber.

Ebony knew she had struck a cord and she had immediately felt wrong for it. How foolish she was, to expect this man to open up to her. How foolish she was to assume everyone else lived in this lonely world such as she did, living lonely empty lives, desperate for someone to listen, and maybe even understand. She was so foolish. There was depth in her sorrow, stemming back to her childhood, a sorrow which perhaps would never be mended. "I'm sorry," she said softly as she followed him, knowing that her words would echo loud enough in the sewers for him to hear.

Aston walked down the sewer, unable to stop thinking about the reason he'd hunted down the Resistance and became a leader. Avenging Eliza's death, destroying the Council was his only motivation. It wasn't something he'd ever share, it would reveal too much about him. "Curiosity killed the cat," Aston voiced after hearing her apology and her following after him to her chamber. "Unfortunately, we do not have the luxury of the mythical nine lives like cats do," he murmured letting his voice carry back to her.

Ebony bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to hug him. He sounded so deeply upset, perhaps he was even the sort of person who could understand her sorrow. But he wouldn't welcome her touch, and most likely not her words. Obviously though, a simple apologize was not enough. When they neared the entrance to her chambers, she pulled out her keys and moved to the lock, and spoke once more. "I was raped, when I was 19. By a Council Member. I knew nothing was going to be done unless I did it myself. So I tortured him. For a long, long time. I sent pieces of his body to the council. Until I got bored, and I killed him. He created the Black Death," she referred to her nickname with a sad laugh. "That's why I joined the resistance. To protect others from people like him. Or at the very least, to give them a chance at justice when bad things happen." She glanced over at Aston, then back at the door, focusing intently on the lock and key, her hands noticeably shaking.

Aston stopped by the door, backing away to allow her to open the door to her chamber. He was looking away from her at first, lost in his thoughts with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze snapped to her with her first sentence. His expression was blank though as she informed him, no judgement or more importantly any pity. He did end up clenching his jaw, he'd heard many stories, learned of people's pasts and what the Council has done to many people. Each one he heard only made him hate the Council more, despise them. Aston found a new found respect for the woman standing before him, he already had a certain respect for her but it evolved into something more just. "I appreciate you telling me," he finally voiced, "that is certainly a reason to join the Resistance," was all that he said. He was not ignorant to her hands shaking but he did not mention it.

Ebony shrugged, "I'm sure there are far better reasons. People have lost a lot more." She acted as if she was fine, but it was obvious the memories still caused her some pain. "I hate that it happened, but I'm glad it brought me here, now. I wouldn't change my place in the resistance for the world." She pressed her lips into a thin line and twisted the door open, prepared for the sight of the man's dead body. Surely blood would be running into the drain on the floor, and perhaps it would smell a little. It was nothing she wasn't used to or prepared for.

Aston shook his head, "that is where you are wrong," he stated, "you can't compare reasons, nor experiences people have been through. Everyone is different so how the situation effects that person is different for everyone." Aston knew that for certain, she took redemption for the crime committed against her where others would wallow in despair or worse. Aston exhaled, shaking his head before he stepped towards her, well the room. He smelt the stench that already had taken hold of the room and wafted out once she opened the door. Aston rolled his sleeves up then, the blank expression on his face still present. "Shall we begin?"

Ebony mulled this over for a moment, "I suppose you're correct," she finally agreed with a sharp nod. Ebony again felt the closeness of his presence as he stepped forward and she immediately stepped into the room to keep the space between him. Something about being close to him picked up her heart rate, and she didn't like it. "Yes, we shall," She responded, moving around her room to gather her usual disposal supplies. Bleach. A tarp. Gasoline. A lighter. A cleaver incase the body was too big and needed a little...rearranging.

Aston hummed but didn't bother to reply, knowing there were only some extents that he was incorrect since everything stated always had a chance to be thwarted. Aston entered the room behind her, glancing around before at the body. He'd seen dead bodies before, cleaned up after a few before. He stiffened for a moment, brows furrowed as he recalled one particular body he dealt with. Aston walked over to the body, peering at it before he looked over at Ebony, "we moving it into the sewers?" he asked, unsure if she wanted the scent of burning flesh in her torture chamber but it wasn't his place to judge.