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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:19 am
Gaijin lets his coat drop back into place, noticing her eyes on his sword. He reaches out, taking his coffee into both hands and raising it to his lips to take a sip. He lets out his breath, feeling the warmth of the drink spreading through him. His neon violet gaze then falls back on Xandora. Partially. I was a good cop, I think. We were on patrol when it happened. The b*****d tore him to pieces and nearly got me too. Bullets didn't even slow it down. Being the good cop I was, I reported the incident and tried to persuade my superiors to do something. If for no other reason than that safety of the people, I tried. But they laughed at me and took away my badge. So I decided that if no one else would help me to take care of this menace, I'd do it myself. That's why I'm a Hunter.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:24 am
Taking a sip of her own coffee, she notices his eyes are vivid - even more so than her own. Looking at the table in the corner of the small area, she smiles at a child pointing outside, excited about the light snow that had fallen. Looking back to Gaijin, she raises her eyebrows in a sympathetic way. "Were not all the same.. Though, us Elders do try keep the younger ones in check, its near impossible all the time."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:30 am
Arceli wanders into the cafe, her headache was gone and she felt in a much better moood than recent times. The strong smell of coffee almost blocked the scent of a Lycan but she could just about detect it. She thought nothing of it, that a Lycan must have simply passed by, She orders herself a cappuchino and sits down with it At a table pretty much the other side of the place to Xan and the hunter.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:39 am
Gaijin lets his eyes drop to look at the black liquid of his coffee. He brings it up to his lips, sipping at it and letting out a sigh. He then sets it back down, craddling it in his hands as he looks back up to her, looking into her eyes with his own. If I didn't believe that, I would have killed you on sight without mercy. I know that you species is not evil, nor is mine good. After all, we both know well how evil humans can be at times. No, I kill the ones that I'm hired to kill and the rogues that give me reason to kill them. So I guess in that way, I'm doing you a service, to some perverse end.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:45 am
Looking distracted for a second, the slight strain in her temple had returned. A Lycan was close by. Scanning around the tables, her eyes rested upon Arceli. Allowing Arceli to sense her, she looks back to the Hunter. "Another Lycan is in here.. She means no harm, obviously. She cant transform again this month, and she's confused.." Taking another drink, she smiles slightly. "Sorry. Sods law. You meet one, another one has to appear."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:47 am
Arceli looks up and meets the other Lycan's eyes. she didnt even smell her or hear her... it was some other indistuingishable sense that told her this other woman was like her. She stands up and walks over, sitting at the adjacent table. She whispers to the woman, without actually looking at her.
"A Lycan?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:50 am
Gaijin's gaze locked onto hers and he gave a shrug to that comment. He brought his mug up again, taking a very long sip this time as he opened his throat and let it flow down, warming him all the more. He then sets it down, his gaze flicking to follow hers. I'm a bit too comfortable to deal with her right now, and I figure that if I were to take her down here in public it might garner me the wrong kind of reputation. Besides, if she hasn't noticed me I doubt she could be any fun. Though I would be careful if I were you. Not all Hunters are as understanding I am.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:57 am
"The last Hunter I met shot me, I understand they are not the best of people to get along with." Taking another sip of coffee, she looks as the Lycan walks over. Nodding at her whispered comment, she forces a smile. "Xandora. Elder." She looks towards the Hunter. "He's a friend. He knows." Looking back toward Gaijin, she keeps an eye on him, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable with the situation at hand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:00 am
"An elder? never heard of one... but I've never seen so many Lycans in such a small place before."
She looks at the hunter.
"I dont like his eyes, and I think he has a sword. When he moves I hear his clothes moving against the metal."
She stands up and sits next to Xan, curious now about her. What her status meant.
"What do Elders do?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:03 am
One of Gaijin's hands sat in his lap, ready to go for one of his weapons should this Lycan prove to be more dangerous than he wanted to trust. After all, he was taking her as harmless on the word from another Lycan, and Elder by her own admission. Of course, he might not have trusted her even this much had he known that. His neon violet eyes bored into this new Lycan.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:09 am
"An Elder keeps the younger Lycans in line. Offers them places to stay, helps them out when they need it. Yes, this man does have a sword, but if he tries anything, he'll have to come through me first. But presently, he's been fine." Looking at the younger Lycan, she feels for the poor girl. She hadnt been turned for very long, that was obvious. She was shaky. Moving up a seat, she offered her previous one - the one furthest from Gaijin, to the young Lycan. This way, she could keep an eye on Gaijin, and kick him under the table if the opportunity arose.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:14 am
Arceli takes the seat, not quite sure as to why. She has silver ear-rings in and her lobes look sore. She also has a faintly visible mark on her forearm from a hyperdermic needly. She smells vary faintly of wolfsbane and she has a light rash around the mark on her forarm.
"Learn something new every day. Why the hell is he staring at me?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:18 am
Gaijin smirks, leaning forward towards this new Lycan. He gave her his most friendly smile, his eyes staring into hers and holding her gaze. He then leans back, lifting his cup to his lips and sipping before smirking. That would be because I'm a Hunter. That's why I'm staring at you.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:25 am
Getting the faint smell of wolfsbane, she tries not to show sympathy. "Wolfsbane.. Silver earrings.. You really dont want to be one of.. Well, of me. Do you?" Hurt slightly, she kicks the Hunters foot under the table. :Yes, he is a Hunter. But believe me, I'm just as fast as he is. Besides, we dont want a scene in front of mortals, do we, people?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:29 am
"waking up in someone elses house next to a ugly dude with a hangover is bad enough. Waking up next to a mutilatec corpse and drenched in blood is worse. I dont want to be what I am but, unfortunately, the closest thing to a cure I can find just prevents the... symptoms."
She sips her coffe and smiles back at the hunter, smiling back but not nearly as amiably.
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