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“Preferably, on the ground if you would allow this meeting to occur in a friendly manner.” Romane replied from behind the man, hand on her holster as she looked warily to the obvious weapon on his person. An ax? In all her years on the island, she hadn't ever dealt with an ax-wielding maniac. A wannabe swordswoman, true, and plenty of individuals who thought it well and good to waltz around town with a gun, but an ax was something new and spoke of levels of insanity she hadn't yet dealt with. She flicked her eyes from the weapon to him, gauging his weapon and arm length to make sure she was far enough to avoid a swing should he decide to take a more maniacal route than predicted. Once her immediate safety was assured, she began to pull her pistol halfway out, holding her head up high and continuing in an even-tone, “I advise you lower your weapon slowly and inform me of your intentions here.”

…......His best friend was.. an ax? Romane arched a brow at him and felt her grip on her gun tighten. He really was insane. Perhaps he was under the care of someone on the island and he ran away? She would have to run his information after coaxing him to the station, but that was if she survived. The way he was wielding the ax was making her nervous, but she wasn't going to use force unless it was necessary. So, she forced herself to keep it in her holster as she nodded slowly along with what he was saying, registering the name as both something she had never heard of before (and Romane knew everyone in town) and completely fake. Unless he was traveling with a monk, she didn't see who could call themselves 'Ironfist' without l-- “Keep your weapon down, sir.” She snapped after firing a warning shot at the ground and, damn it, Romane had told herself not to use her gun. Her reflexes worked before her mind, but how could anyone blame her? He had picked the ax back up in a motion that was vaguely swing-like without permission!

Take out and candles, romantic? Ha! Well, maybe in the right company. Christine unwound her hand from his and slid both arms around Todd's neck. "I like the sound of that," she told him, smiling. "Do...you...live alone? If not, we can always go to my place as well. It's not much but we won't be bothered by anyone while we're there."

"And I do happen to have some candles we could light. But it's your choice. I really don't care where we go--it's the company that makes the night enjoyable." She played with the back of his hair idly as she talked, smiling up at him the entire time. This was..nice. He was nice. Or, well, nicer than the last guy she was with. Even though she really wanted to drag him somewhere and spend the night doing very, very naughty things...there was a very large part of Christine that wanted to take the time to actually get to know him as well. She didn't think Todd was going to be a throw-away sort of guy for her. There may actually be something worth exploring here.

Not that they couldn't explore it while doing very, very naughty things, of course. "OH...and my house also has a secluded hot tub which could be fun...."

((OOC: Don't mind this post--it's just a carry over from the Goddess Festival. They'll be leaving shortly))