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He waved his hand, showing he was out at the wall beside the alleyway, preferring silence, at least from him. "Uh...I'm ready..." he said loud enough for them to hear.

He followed the man, looking at the weapons, and then seeing the woman his eyes kind of narrowed a bit, but he kept to himself. Not fun times with her...but behaviour is needed... he thought to himself, looking at the couch and speaking quietly,"Okay..."

"Yes, thank you..." he said softly, inclining his head. "Uh....she's tired. Don't mind her." looking at her, he smiled. "Don't tell Logan I was here." he said, walking to the door. "Tell Mia to meet me at the pizza shop." he hesitated at the door. "Thank you...again..."

"Yeah...last time we met she berated me..." he said, opening the door. "Quinn." he said at the question.

He nodded and exited the room, heading for the street he was looking for. "Was that left or right..." he asked himself, recalling a mental map. "Ah yes, shortcut." he said, looking to both sides of the street, noticing flashing lights where they were, casually walking to an alleyway across from the building, seeing the pizza shop not but probably 100 meters ahead. Thankful, he walked toward the place hefting the case and knocking on the door, locked as it were.

Gaijin stood up, deciding that he was getting lazy what with the lack of training he'd been doing lately. He let out his breath as he walked to the center of the room. He kneeled down, undoing his shoes and tossing them to the side. He pulled off his socks as well, tossing them on top of his shoes. The room was fairly large, easily big enough to accomadate his training routine. He drops to a knee, putting his hands against the ground with his fingers spread. He closed his eyes, letting out his breath again and as he does, he launches himself into a forward roll, bringing his feet down in a kick that would hit at head level. When his feet hit the floor he continued the roll, coming to his feet with an uppercut. He spun towards the right, putting his weight on his left leg as he brought his right on up at a kick to chest level. When the kick landed his was facing the other direction. He spun the opposite way, left hand going out and smacking towards the invisble target in a backhand maneuver. He leapt towards the invisible enemy, left knee coming up in a hit that would shove his knee into the stomach. He dropped back down to the ground, letting his arms hang to his side. He sat down on the floor then, crossing his legs and his arms. His eyes slid closed and he was apparently deep in thought.

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Arceli wanders out of the sports centre she signed up for her martial arts courses at. Two sessions back to back was pretty strenuous, and she hops on her bike. She rides it back to her place to drop of her Gi and have a quick shower, before heading back into the city. She also drinks a can of redbull to rejuvenate her a bit. It doesnt really help her acheing muscles but oh well. She pulls up outside your average mortal nightclub ad walks in. like usual, these days, she has a couple of throwing daggers on her and her flick-knife. She's got her skirt with the net hem on, as well as a black tank-top under a black net shirt. Her face is painted white once again, and her eyes lined black. Around her neck is the dog-colar necklace and she has a spiked choker bracelet around her wrist. She has a deep red shade of lipstick on and the other wrist has black and pink spiked bangles, aout a dosen of them.