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"C'mon, man," the mortal said. He was a little taller than Maximillion, and much less well-groomed. His hair was thick, uncombed, and oily. His cheeks and forehead were pockmarked with acne scars. A permanant blush of rosacea stained his cheeks, and a sprinkling of freckles only made his condition look worse. He wore a blue windbreaker with white stripes, and seemed to constantly be fidgeting. There was an edge of frustrated urgency in his voice. He occasionally glanced away, towards the street and the light.

Maximillion leaned against the wall of the brick apartment building. The mortal's nervousness was unfounded, of course. No one- no mortal, at least- would see them. A large dumpster blocked them off from the curious eyes of the city. It was blue, and the paint was starting to chip. The ground was a mish-mash of dying clumps of grass, dust, pebble-sized gravel, cigarette butts, and large chunks of concrete. It looked unnatural, and it looked human. "Do not be impatient. All things in due time. First, show me that you have the seeds."

A crestfallen look crossed the mortal's face, and for a dangerous moment, Maximillion wondered if he had been bluffing. But then he nods, and digs into his jacket pockets. Seconds later his trembling hands emerge, filled with tiny green pods.

They didn't look like much. What they looked like, really, were pistachios. Green and rough and flaky. But they also glowed with some kind of an inner light that sometimes pulsed and sometimes shined continuously. Max nodded, not letting his excitement show in his face. "Good. Good. How many are there?"

"About, um, twenty-five..." the mortal said, though he sounded doubtful of it. The true amount was probably more like twenty. Max would count them later, to be sure.

"Good," he said. "They will serve my needs adequately."

The mortal bit his lip impatiently. His right foot was tapping, though he didn't seem aware of it. Tapping, perhaps, to a beat that only his subconscious could hear. It was tapping out the drum solo to 'The Junkie Blues'. "So, uh, do you have, um, crims?"

With an almost bored casualness, Maximillion scooped the seeds out of the mortal's open hands and dumped them into the pockets of his slacks. He places a small, gold vial in his now empty palm. The vial is about the size of a AA battery and the mass of a ballpoint pen, but the materials it contains would be worth millions in this world. Crims, crimson dust, powdered rose petals... whatever you called it, it didn't make a difference. It had the basic appearance of red-colored dust, maybe like the dirt on Mars. But it was a powerful narcotic, produced only on Distath. Very powerful. Certainly too powerful for this poor ********. Max doubted very much that this mortal would even survive a single dose of it, frail and already battle-scarred by cocaine as he was. If he underestimated the effect, he'd probably be braindead before he even got to feel the high. Crimson dust actually wasn't even addictive, but the point was moot- most people who used it either died upfront, or came out with so much brain damage that they'd be lucky to remember their own names. Max pitied the mortal, a little.

But only a little.

He did not stick around after he'd gotten his crims, at least. Max was grateful for the solitude, and sat down with his newly acquired seeds. Nineteen of them, total. Nineteen glowing pistachios in a ziplock snack bag, and what a deal. The mortal had had no idea what he'd given up. Fifteen minutes later, Maximillion was gone.

-She continued her way to where she was going. An old what looked to be run down book store. She slipped in and the inside looked like a regular, cozy book store. The owner sat behind the counter sleeping soundly and it just made her smile. She walked up and down her eyes scanning over the bindings of the books. Her eyes finally rested on 'Shattored Mirror' by Amiela Atwater-Rhodes She picked it up and read it was ten dollars. She pulled a twenty out of her pocket and rested it next to the owner and slipped out just as silently. She began walking back to her own apartment.-

He walked around the raining city until he accidentaly stumbled into Rein. "Sorry," he muttered his senses were dulled by the leaves. He was unaware that it was her.

He looks at her holding his hand and fallows her. He matches her pace "I may be weak but I'm not that weak we can go faster if you would like."

"I am sorry for offending you back at your appartment. Is there anyhting I can do."

*Rogue woke in a prison cell. she felt groggy. the must have drugged her. a guard stood on the other side of the bars with 4 different guns strapped to him in various places.

the ring Cady had gave her whispered in her mind softly and she began to stare at the man at the door. she flipped through his mind like a book and found what she was looking for. when they were transporting her to the prison-like place, she had severely injured 2 guards out of the 4. the other 2 had zapped her with powerful tasers, then shoved several tranquilizers into her arms.

they had called the FBI. she was recognized as being a "most wanted" predator...seen all over the world. the FBI were on their way at this very moment.*

Jax exited The appartment building and ran into someone they started yelling at him in his ear. So he broke their jaw and kept moving. He needed to let loose. He ran into an alley and changed into a wolf.