Anita
Oxine found herself in an interesting predicament.

Holding an axe infront of her she'd found laying on some withering stump, she'd looked at its edges which seemed to be fairly dulled out, it'd likely been there for a while. And because of that, it'd probably need a bit of work if she wanted to slot it into her array of tools. 

Placing the axe back on that stump, she twisted her hand around as a knife spun back around in its place, cascading from her palm as it bizarrely showed its blade, seemingly no room for a handle but it still seemed intact.

She struck that very same knife palm against the dull axe a few times, trying to sharpen its head before it went from that dull look to a tad more vibrant one, which worked... Enough. The knife went back into her palm as she spun it around again, and with a bit of hesitancy at the, well, size of the ace itself, she lingered on stabbing it through her right away. It would be quite a valuable tool though.

From the back of her wrist, the handle of a spear began to fly out, still connected, and she placed her leg down onto the stump before biting into the spear handle surfacing from her right wrist, using her left to plunge the axe's head into her heart.
Gene
Maira did not enjoy isolation. In fact, she longed to join everyone else in their activities. But she knew that she did not belong—could not belong—for the risk was far greater than the rewards.

So, she found herself in the woods, back pressed against the rough bark of some tree, eyes squeezed shut, trying to calm the racing thoughts in her head. This did not work. Funnily enough, the sound of metal against metal quieted her thoughts, catching her attention. The noise didn't seem to be too far away, and it took great effort to quiet Saoirse before she managed to get up, walking quietly to investigate the source of this noise. 

When she arrived at a clearing, she found Oxine with an axe head through her heart.

And she backed away, very, very slowly.

Only to stumble on a branch and fall on the dry leaves.
Anita
After the axe was stabbed through the heart, it flashed a sort of gold before the girl dropped it immediately. ||It still hurt a ton, and blood splattered the ground as she covered her chest with her hand, flipping her wrist back as the handle she'd been biting into went back into her body. Grabbing her clothing, she made sure to puff most of it up at the wound, it wasn't bleeding nearly as much as one would expect it to, and with a test, she flicked her arm out as the axe shot from her palm like an extension.||

But, stray noise made way to her ears.

With a tilt of her head, she flicked the axe back into her body before staggering forwards into a walk, still a bit off put by how she'd just stabbed herself. It usually happened, she'd get over it soon enough.

Did someone see her? It wasn't too bad, people had seen worse, probably. It would probably be better to clear things up though, wouldn't it? Talking to people who weren't fond of her was usually a risk, who knew when they'd start making demands and cracking the code? It was unpredictable.

From the back of her palm, another spear shot out, the tip of the weapon not appearing as only it's handle surfaced out from behind, a means of leverage to help the other person get up.

"I, uh. Yeah, I can explain..?"
Gene
There was a certain distrust behind Maira's eyes, refusing Oxine's help, slowly getting to her feet on her own. 

She swallowed nervously. Thoughts ran through her mind rapidly, uncertain of which flow to follow. On one hand: accepting this girl's help would prove beneficial to her future, she could *Protect* Her. Something she had never been able to rely on. For years, she had only her own protection to rely on, and it would remain that way likely for the rest of time. On the other hand: how could she trust a stranger to not hurt her? She was *Tired.* She would not allow others to manipulate and hurt and play with her again.

A million words flashed through Maira's mind, yet only seven words came out. "I... Had better get going, I think..."

Her voice wavered just enough to show her anxiety, and immediately, she wished she had kept quiet and simply shaken her head.
Anita
Oxine looked on, flicking her wrist back as the handle went back into her arm, brushing the top of her head as she sighed. Considering the other's state of mind, she inferred that any word that this person had spread would likely hold a negative tone. Negative, in the sense that it would likely be fear induced. Of course, this was just an assumption, but she didn't find it too hard to try and dumb things down to a point where any word was not of that very same fear.

"Ok, but. I'm not harmful, at all. I get that it seems weird I can pull weapons from my body, but I swear I'm not evil or anything.."

Geez, she sounded a bit on edge about the whole evil aspect. Did she really want another rumor going on about her, though? Maybe she was just making things worse. Either or, her mouth moving before her brain had already caused her to start speaking, so she was going to need to finish it unless she (really) wanted things to be left on an empty note. One that would probably be filled by the thing she wished it wouldn't.

"So, uh. Don't say anything.. About this..? Or, if you do, just let people know I'm not trying to kill them.."


...

"Again.."

Oxine awkwardly scratched the back of her head with her right hand. Probably spilled a bit too much info, but she probably wouldn't see this person again.
Gene
Maira couldn't help but giggle just a little at Oxine's words. It more than seemed weird that she could... Pull weapons... From her body... Especially those that could kill her... But still, here she was, making conversation with *Her.* A nobody. Though, she supposed, someone had to care about the girl's reputation and it wasn't going to be her.

She stayed quiet for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Despite finding the whole situation just a little funny, she still had to figure out what the hell she meant by "Again."

Several different solutions bounced through her head, but in the end, what came out of Maira's mouth was none of them, and rather what her nervousness could conjure up out of thin air.

"Er... You're not... Going to kill me, are you?"

At this, she laughed half-heartedly, trying to make herself feel better about asking such a question.