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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2014 20:38:35 GMT
Tiber walked into the bookstore after using Google to find the address and information on it. It was an out of the way bookstore that carried all manner of books. Tiber scoured the first floor and found many legends about vampires and werewolves as well as some of the bonds between the two many seemed off the mark although a few seemed to be possible the books that had some information he was going to buy, and read them in more detail later. The cafeteria was open and people were eating inside it but they refused him service for whatever reason. He wanted to get angry, however those that were there smelled different. he hadn't smelled this before on the Island, they were Arcadians. He was taught to give a wide berth to the fey. His people knew of the fey before they came out of the closet sort to speak.
He knew that information was always bought and sold with the fey, usually it was bad tiding when a person had to deal with the fey.
"How much for information since I can not eat here?" Tiber asked.
"Information is more expensive then the meal." The cashier stated plainly.
"Well I got $50 to blow for the right information."
"For such a small sum I will only point you in the right direction but no further."
"Fine I need information for something called a beast to call."
The cashier smiled a frightening smile more a showing of teeth from one predatory to its prey.
"The book you need is not in your hand. There is not much information on it in print, but a parable or two does mention it. the road to being an animal to call is a perilous one. one misstep will make one a slave and the other master. "
"What, so she can make me a slave?"
"You received $50 dollars worth of information."
Tiber knew better than to argue with the Arcadians. he was neither crazy enough nor stupid enough to try. he walked away more confused than when he started. That was the way of the fey however. for all the warning about them he always thought they needed more.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 15, 2014 1:30:47 GMT
It wasn’t his business but Hermes couldn’t help himself. It was a tantalizingly simple request made all the, more difficult by purposeful obfuscation. He chuckled as he walked out behind the lycanthrope. He didn’t bother trying to read his mind he was lost in thought which would have made it more trouble than it was worth. Keeping ten feet between them he called out “Hey fille mou, got a second for a little enlightenment or would you prefer to do the whole Bruce Banner Bill Bixby bumble back through the city? Either one is good with me but after wasting fifty bucks I personally would like to get my real values worth.”
After such an enjoyable meal he was in a lugubrious mood. He considered it to be his good deed for the month. Stopping he withdrew a smoke and lit up keeping the lycanthrope in front of him. He’d hung a few spells this morning but in the end as always he’d hoped to not need to use any. It would blow his personal streak and that would put him in a bad mood.
"Look I can help ya at least with information. First you don’t have to be anyone’s slave and they don’t have to be yours. It’s a marriage of the soul, though most vampires are arrogant bastards and they think they’re the king of the heap. So most people that get involved with them tend to course correct and become arrogant bastards themselves." Hermes said. Exhaling he looked at the man who was attempting to hide his features somewhat. Hermes had to commend the fact he didn’t go with the hole urban hoodie look. He hated that it made most people look as if they were trying too hard.
"So would you like more freebies or would like to get drink and sit down like mature creatures of the night?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 3:10:26 GMT
Tiber walked out trying to make heads or tails of what the fae was talking about. He felt that he just got off the bus after being taking for a ride. He frowned thinking that the Arcadian didn't give him anything usable. Someone called him from behind Tiber stopped and turned around. The guy gave him the information that he was looking for. It was actually the best thing he had heard all day. He smiled, his day suddenly brighter.
"Actually that made my day. thanks I would love to grab a drink. Names Tibodaux? "
Tiber left the door open for the guy for the unknown guy to introduce himself. The guy seemed nice enough, he wasn't able to smell any silver on him but the air had a charge about it. strange he hadn't ever smelled that before. The town had so many new things that he felt like a tourist. His lion perked up sniffed the air bared its teeth in because it was not something it had never smelled before, it was wary not ready to attack just not really sure what to make of the situation.
Swallowing down his beast, willing it to relax. This guy had no reason to mean him any harm . if he did there was easier ways to do it.
"So what do you know why the other member becomes arrogant or is it just so byproduct of the union?"
Tiber was a man of science the mystic stuff he was completely lost. he was stumped by street magicians, his brain was very direct he just could wrap his brain around stuff like that. once his beast relaxed he walked towards the guy with a smile. "So where the watering hole?"
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 15, 2014 4:07:11 GMT
Hermes was tempted to take a step back as he felt the stirring of violent energies. He knew however he was safe as the energy passed almost as quickly as it came on. It wasn’t a personal thing it was the animal in him trying to assert some dominance. He did his best to push the natural smart as response that came to his lips down. It was a difficult thing but just because he normally poked the bear or wolf or leopard that was the mans animal didn’t mean he had to. He wasn’t pathological after all. Taking a drag he motioned down the lane towards ‘The Boot’. It was a college bar but it was loud enough and filled with enough scents it would keep the man from getting it in his head to maybe scent track him for later. Right now the scent of Beautimous was all over him he was more likely to be found in a Bed Bath and Beyond than at his hotel. Thinking better of leaving too much to chance he pulled the vial of scents form his pocket. Spraying himself he smiled as he said.
"Friends call me Merc though you wouldn’t want to do that as everyone of them met with some sort of horrible end. So Hermes will do. So Tib, the boot should work for a pint a shot and maybe a little conversation."
Walking alongside the man as distance wouldn’t really help. Nope if things fell on their ear he would need to use the big guns. Last time he’d ended up on the bad side of a lycanthrope he’d had to drop a building on them. They both managed to survive not for lack of trying. One of these days he would have to see what happen to the old kink minx Xander and his crew. Someone would need to put them out of their misery before too long.
"Nah not a natural byproduct more of people being fucked up in the end. Everybody gets these notions in their head ooh look I am in a relationship with a vampire so I need to treat them like really old people. Fucking idiots. Vampires are well dead but alive so yeah they are living dead people but they for the most part are all octogenarians who grew up in a different world and were transported to an alien one. Folks get their panties in bunch when they express the just how strange they are. Usually people think that means they have to become more like the vampires. Its not a conscious thing more of a survivors trait every person has. If you’re gonna survive getting in bed either literally or figuratively with the living dead you’ve gotta hold onto what makes you you. Otherwise they’ll suck you dry without even meaning to. " Shrugging he dropped and stubbed out his smoke.
“Hey you got a quarter?” he asked holding out his hand at the door of the bar. The music was loud and entirely devoid of any real rock soul but the cover band was giving it their best lamest effort.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 6:05:54 GMT
Tiber smiled to keep from laughing, The living dead being just old was a thought that he had not really thought of, yes Chidera was really old and she carried that age with her even though she surrounded herself with new things but he felt more comfortable about the beast to call aspect. knowing that it was just a really deep relationship instead of something like her drinking his soul leaving him a soulless quasi-undead.
"Thanks Hermes. I had a bunch of unsettling thoughts on what it meant t be a beast to call. I hadn't taken the job yet, I was just told that it was...open sort to speak."
Walking with the guy with a strange smell to a place that smelled of youth, cigarettes, pheromones and cheap booze. Not quite at the level of alcohol it was at least one or two steps below that. it was drinks that was under the bar instead of top shelf. the memories they brought back brought a smile to his lips.
"I have baggage but I don't think that would affect me. I am who I am, I can't see myself changing too lazy and just don't have enough energy to care about how I should act. you know what I mean?"
Tiber meant it. that thought process was just not in him he could be a lot of things, but that was not one of them. He began fishing in his pocket for a quarter. Tiber knew he had one in his pocket he just was unsure which pocket it was. finding it in his back pocket with a bill.
"Once a person is bound like that are there anyway to get out of it. I heard that once they were bound if one dies then the other dies as well." He asked he had read stories that stunk of old rumors but he did not know enough to distinguish rumor from half truth.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 15, 2014 8:59:30 GMT
“Thanks fille mou.”Hermes said as he took the quarter. Wedging it in the door Hermes reached out guiding Tiber out of the way. Yes he was a big boy but it was always better to not start the evening with blood on ones self. Holding up a finger he smirked. As the bouncer instead of throwing the frat boys out of the door he threw them into the plexiglass. The quarter wasn’t a hold normally but as it rested against the doors ragged edge that had been kicked, smashed, and knocked open by so many heads limbs and sheer drunks over the years that the inside of the door bore structural dents matching said appendages.
They watched as the door man unaccustomed to the door not swinging freely moved to the door forcing open. By halting his forward process the bottle that was destined to crash against the base of his skull sending him sprawling onto his face caromed off the curve of his bald head splattering the door with an ephemeral spray. It was painful but considerably less than the surgery he would be facing had he been knocked on his face bursting the aneurysm he didn’t know he had.
As the doorman charged back into the frat boys making short work of them Hermes opened the door after retrieving Tiber’s quarter. Handing it back to the man he smiled "Again thanks.” Doing some mindlessly random thing always did a lot to help him get back to his relatively jovial self. “Some animal slaves, I mean servants are forever some are less. The easiest way to really break it without death is…, one second” As they passed the doorman Hermes said to him as he motioned to his own head as a stand in, “You need that looked at I’d go in tonight looks like you already have a headache coming on. Your eyes are little pinpricks.” Hermes used a bit of mimed prestidigitation as he looked at the other man’s head. It was a small scratch as such things went it was deep enough to break the skin but not as bad as he mimed with his look. It was a very slight bit of everyday manageable magic. Nothing as flashy as a spell or a raising just a bit of doubt and worry planted by that all too forgotten magic of conversation.
Moving into the crowd Hermes didn’t look to see if Tiber was at his heels. He moved right to the bar ordering two beers and two shots of rye. Turning he began speaking to Tiber “Sorry about that just a small bit of need back there. So yes where was I oh yeah. You wouldn’t want to. The easiest way would be to find a new vampire that has a similar draw to you. Or there are some vampires and some rituals that can…”Taking the shots as they were slid down the bar he handed one to the big man. Clinking the glass he downed hit taking the glass back from him he spun sitting them down just long enough that he caught the first of the two sliding pint glasses. Handing one to Tiber he said as he took a chug. “Sunder the bonds of Soul and mind. Its much easier to have another vampire do it because an actual ritual is really long and sometimes the idiot that tries has all of those years smash down on them. Sucks to be them only the foolish would try it without knowing what they were up against. Especially as there are steps to becoming so involved. The first few steps are easy but even being like you the sharing of blood is a little more difficult unless that’s your thing. Some folks get off on it but its not for me.” Shivering at the thought of him bleeding freely because someone or something was trying to feed on his insides. Taking a chug he ordered another round of shots. “Look you’ve got to stop talking so much here I can’t get a word in edgewise.” He said as he smiled.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 2:08:18 GMT
Tiber Chuckled as the guy talked he couldn't help it. there was just something about the guy that he had liked. He was like a breath of freshness in a stale room that one doesn't know is stale until the fresh air sweeps past. He watched as slyly interacted with the bouncer, it just seemed s if he was just not on the same plain as they were, He seemed to be operating as if he saw the world thorough a different lens. It was as if he was walking through a memory as everyone else was moving in real time.
His quip about animal slaves gave Tiber pause, that was definitely off the menu. he was not now nor will he every be a slave to anyone even one as beautiful as Chidera.
"No I don't see myself as a slave every. not even a servant. I can be in a relationship with the person in question, but I will never serve anyone. "
The word serve was a harsh in its weight, the fear that bound each letter made the very air in Tiber's lung become heavy and solid making breathing hard to even think about. His mental fugue caused Tiber to not see Hermes as he walked away he was three steps behind by the time the shots had slid past. He quickly caught up to Hermes and took the shot. and he was ready when the ale came sliding across.
"Sorry the servant thing still had me. And the whoring myself to different vampires ...not seeing it at all. if there are and blood things I guess with I'm pretty indifferent about that its the world i would come with the territory of that world I guess.. ."
Tiber took the beer and starting drinking. he had to force himself to not do a spit take as Hermes make his last joke. This guy was really too much. I would definitely see the two of them hanging out in the future.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 16, 2014 4:00:20 GMT
"Slave is a bit harsh but vampires are harsh living dead things. It’s good that you are okay with the blood it’s not for me but hey to each his own. Look vernacular aside servant slave and all the connotations that dredges up in your head it’s a cushy job, if you can hack it. But like all jobs and all forms of slavery there is a price." Taking a sip he looked around the bar spotting a table soon to open. It wasn’t in a corner but its location was prime it sat right in front of the big glass window central to the whole bar. Leaning over the bar he stage whispered to the bartender to keep them coming and sat down his company card to cover the tab. Nodding to Tiber he took the two shots and moved to the table. Setting one down for Tiber he raised his. “Look I…” he looked at Tiber sitting down his pint glass he nudged him slightly to step closer to the table.
As Tiber moved the pool ball that flew from the table careened and bounced landing on the floor where he was standing. The waitress was not so lucky she not watching her step stumbled over the errant orb staggering into the table. She kept upright but just barely. In doing so she sat down her tray which while not meant for them had a reload for their shots as well as a Salmon burger he was sure Tiber could use. Medium well dirty rice and a heaping side of roumalade. Hermes would have made himself at home in the food but the meal at Beautimous was far too filling loaded with emotions and a ton of other things that was worth the price of admission. “This is yours.” He said to Tiber, to the waitress he rested his hand on her forearm. “Thanks babe just put that on our tab. And it was the ginger at the table he jumped it on purpose but only because he was trying to impress you.” As she went to give him a piece of her mind and her number Hermes said to Tiber. “Dig in its really good I hear the rice is to die for. Anyway, look you look like a duty bound honorable sort of guy. If its not you it will eventually be one of your kind yoked to this mystery vamp. Its like fighting nature. Vampires and Lycanthropes are drawn to each other being tied to each other helps the vampire stay more alive than dead. And helps the lycanthrope balance out the impulses of their beast. Whne it works it works like a Swiss time piece with German efficiency. When it doesn’t it works like an American election. All the wrong people get screwed in all the right ways to make it really bad.”
Hermes watched as the headache started working on the bouncer who kept checking the not quite freely bleeding scrape he’d suffered. Suggestion was a wonderful thing at times. With any luck he’d be in the hospital within twenty minutes of close. "So in the end really all that’s matters is civil liberty or freedom I suppose. Though I am glad that I don’t need to make such a choice I’d definitely screw it up for everyone. There’d be little vampire babies all over the place and they’d be drunks and nymphos." Shrugging as if that wouldn’t be too far outside the ordinary he smiled. “Well bottoms up.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 17:17:23 GMT
The connections that were forming in Tiber's head were making his brain spin out of control stop reboot and spin again. How in the hell was Hermes doing that? He seemed to know exactly what was about to happen with enough advance notice to decide how to act. It was some form of magic, Tiber was not may have just fell from the coconut truck but he was not foolish enough to not believe in magic. It was the only thing that he could think of that made sense. Was his Magic temporal in nature or more Chaos cause and effect based. His mind thought to some of the old 80's movie like warlock, he suppressed a grin when his thoughts cycled to witches of east end.
"Okay I have to ask, first thanks that might have hurt, but how are you able to do that?"
Trying to keep his mind on task, he brought his mind back to Chidera, It seemed really one sided minus the cushy job side. Tiber was a therapist he was able to handle his own finances he did not need to be a house lion. But Hermes was right chance are it would be someone else and if anyone he opened the door for, he would rather him take the bullet than someone else because of his cowardliness. Raising his glass "I guess it to living undeath before dishonor?" He knew could see the how the pendulum could swing with something like that. if it was a bad relationship perhaps they can get to know each other before truly committing to one another like that.
"Well i would hate to be the one getting screwed in the wrong way. but a good screw wouldn't be too bad ."
Hopefully Hermes would stay in town a while he could really see him making the quarter a more fun if not better place. raising his glass again he drank deeply. enjoying the taste.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 16, 2014 22:33:27 GMT
It was a question he was sually asked much later in being known by someone. He liked that Tiber was a straight shooter. No he didn’t like Tiber. He shook his head and imagine dthe worst sort of person he could know and superimposed Tiber’s face over his body. If he liked Tiber if he became a friend Tiber would surely wind up dead. With him being a lycanthrope that made the option all the easier to take place. Nope he didn’t like Tiber. Not one bit he thought. No he wished really hard. He would need to find some way of being just rude enough that Tiber would say screw off.
"Cause I’m selfish. I have this sixth sense sort of hustle going on in my genes anything that can affect me I can get a feel for. Usually it’s just being in the right place at the right time but occasionally I can feel how to avoid the bad stuff like you knocking my beer out of my hand or the door swinging into me."
Watching as the bartender tried prettying herself up he smirked as he knew exactly who she was hoping to get next to. Looking to Tiber he thought of perhaps warning him that he was about to be picked up but that would be cheating without any gain. So instead he said, "I’ll drink to anything before dishonor." He raised his glass toasting the larger man and immediately rethinking maybe having to piss him off. Maybe he would send him a dirty goatse picture. After all he thought how hard would it be to find a man-mountain of a lycanthrope in New Orleans email address. Course that would mean he would need to get an email address he would remember longer than a day either that or a myspace page.
"No a good screw is never a bad thing. In fact," he began as the bartender came over with a tray of shots and an extra button undone. She was cute-ish in an over twenty-five unable to let it go sort of way. She’d be prettier in his estimation if she embraced her thirty year old status but hey he wouldn’t kick her out of bed. Not that that was saying much as he was the one who usually snuck out just before the sun came up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 15:29:51 GMT
Selfish? Tiber first thought was to call shenanigans on Hermes, however the second before he opened him mouth he thought better of it. people who dealt in magic were often time influenced by it, making them deep mysterious pools of obscured knowledge. This was true of the Arcadians, this was true of the shamans from the tribes, as well as the necromancer who he dealt with on occasion with work. if they feel they need to be opaque to operate at their best then Tiber had no right to say anything for or against it. Although in his opinion he was one of the least selfish person that Tiber had run into in the past week.
"The quarter trick was really good, I have to try that one later."
Tiber wasn't buying what Hermes was selling, but again folk who dealt in magic were different to say the least. It didn't make him dislike the guy any less, it was just that he had his quarks and quarks were to be accepted. they made Hermes interesting, to say the least he was not quite the most interesting man in the world he would need at least a few grey hairs and two Dos Equis for that, but he was definitely the most interesting person in the bar.
The bartender was putting out heat and pheromones like a furnace, Tiber could smell her...warmth from where he was, following Hermes eyes he looked back to see she was trying really hard not to look at the table , Tiber smiled as he thought that it was sweet.
"You know Hermes, if you want to talk to her you should. she is...umm.. definitely ready to be picked up. I thinks she likes you."
Tiber said pointing to his nose. she was cute, however in his world she would be somewhat out of place and it would be a disservice to her to force his square peg into her round hole. Tiber smiled as he looked back to Hermes he knew there were a few jokes that could be made from that thought.
"Thank you darling"
Tiber said looking Hermes on to the bartender. He was trying to mentally will his friend to take action on the wanting woman. He knew his eyes was nearly imploring Hermes to take action, he wondered if his friend would or if he would come back to her later.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 20, 2014 3:01:58 GMT
Sighing he looked from Tibs to the bartender as if it would be some great imposition. Chugging his drink he flipped the pint glass onto the table. As he caught her attention with the small motion he smiled.
"Alright fille mou, hey there if I can get your bra without taking off your shirt and without touching you inappropriately would you buy the next round and go on a date with me?"
She smiled with him being so forward she expected him to pull some lame trick of reaching down her shirt. She was waiting for him to try she intended to lay him out and spread her stance. Always up to put some jerk in their place she crossed her arms over her chest. Without meaning to she jutted out her chin if this jackass wanted to play she’d at least get a chance to teach another idiot a lesson.
Looking from Tibs back to her Hermes smiled again raising his hands in mock surrender. “I take that to mean you’re up for it. I will now show you there is nothing up my sleeve by removing my jacket.” As he spoke he slipped one arm then another out of his trench coat. Flipping his jacket inside out he raised it arm’s length over his head by its reversed collar.
"Now I know what you’re thinking. I am going to make some lame move on you. I am not I will hold you to our agreement." Draping his jacket over her shoulders like a cape he stood back like she was a queen being presented to the public. Rolling up his shirt sleeves he flipped the pint glass snatched his jacket slipping his arms in in a flourish of motion. Clapping his hands once he finished he held his jacket closed like a flasher. Smiling he all but leered like a cartoon pervert.
“And now heh, heh. You my dear were wearing a…”Pausing building the anticipation he flashed open his trench showing the fact that he was now wearing her lace fringed back bra. “Thirty-two C black bra made by Victoria Secrets though at this rate I have no clue how many secrets she could have left.”
Winking at Tiber his mouth dropped open as the bartender’s eyes fluttered. “Tibs catch her please.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 15:30:47 GMT
Tiber watched with rapt interest, he felt both wonder and slightly cheated. Seeing a street magician, Tiber always understood that it was illusion, it wasn't real. Looking at Hermes it was a totally different situation, Tiber knows that Hermes was an actual magi so he knew true magic. That changed the dynamic tremendously.
Tiber sat back watched the waitresses face as she looked at Hermes with anticipation of him doing something. His showmanship was superb. He spent tremendous amounts of energy selling the act. Tiber wondered if it was because it was a long spell or if it was some other reason. He thought to ask Hermes later as everything he did could easily be explained away as luck or because he has the ability to sell it as something else.
As interesting as it was, it seemed doing magic was a lot of work. not nearly as fun as it looked, unlike being a lycanthrope where if people did not know what to look for we could blend into the crowd, Hermes would forever be trapped in a song and dance that he would have to hide what he was even more than Tiber. His attention was returned back to the group of people he was within just enough time to catch Hermes hunched over with the jacket bunched in both hands. the big unveiling was about to happen. His threw open the jacket with a flourish. he heard Hermes voice as the bartender's eyes began to blink
"Tibs catch her please"
Without even thinking about Tiber jumped up using plausible speed to rush to the side of the lady as her knees buckled. Sliding her into the booth, where Tiber was sitting to give her room to stretch out. He was a therapist not a doctor so he gave her air, he kneel in front of Hermes.
"And for you next trick?" Tiber said with a smile.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 22, 2014 21:54:31 GMT
“I think I should stop while I’m ahead.” Hermes responded. Tiber had moved faster than he’d expected even knowing he was lycanthrope it always gave him a new level of appreciation for them watching them in action. There was a natural vibrancy to them that made the hairs on ones forearms standup when presented with the reality that there were ever increasing deeper levels of shadow to the world. Unlike most he took the realization as a sign that so as the dark increased the value of the light brightened. It wouldn’t be such a bad thing knowing another lycanthrope he supposed putting out of his mind ways of creating distance between them.
“So as we should leave before the bouncer notices her missing exit stage left.” Hermes thumbed towards the back exit that would let them out into the back alley so as they could leave unnoticed and be a few blocks away before anyone noticed. He’d cancel his card tomorrow. It wouldn’t be the first time or with his luck the last. As they walked Hermes returned to the topic which had started this. “I’m a little leery of vampires if you hadn’t noticed. But its from a natural suspicion of anything stranger than me and my family.” Shoving his hands into his pocket he fished out his smokes looking inside as he lit up. He needed another pack he was down to his last five. Five wouldn’t get him to midnight.
“That means that each vampire is a case by basis even under the best circumstances. Though there methods may share a few similarities. Well a lot of similarities but then again so does everything else.Like your size for instance what are you a tiger, lion, maybe a jaguar? Nevermind don’t tell me I know you guys have to keep things secret because of all of the bigots out there.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 0:35:55 GMT
Tiber grinned perhaps Hermes should possibly get moving as that piece of magic was awesome, however his luck of people not knowing who and what he was got thinner by the minute as he without even meaning to stood out like a gloating light in the darkest night on a country road. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself.
"Fair enough, lets get to someplace else."
As he talked about vampires, he could understand the weariness, As he could have been leery of them himself if not for the strange sequence of events he would have possibly stayed away from them, or at least handled them differently, however as much as a cliché it was, he almost choked saying it but to him Chidera was different. Perhaps she was not different perhaps it was just the blood red vampire colored glasses that he is wearing. If she was a monster than it would be something that he would have to learn from and grow with.
as they walked down the alley he listened intently. Tiber could understand how he saw things it was easier to be leery than to embrace differences. although he took a different approach when it came to looking at the preternatural community, but then again in New Orleans it could be safer that way.
"normally I wouldn't say anything, but I'm a lion. not all of us are huge, I just happen to fit the profile. At least physically mentally I am drastically different. "
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