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Post by Azalea on Dec 31, 2013 1:32:01 GMT -5
(( Quinn Only)) Red eyes locked on their target and a small smirk crossed the woman's lips. This man, no, this boy had come into this world wrongfully. His kind have been making far too many visits here, and her kind? They weren't too pleased about it. She didn't have to be with them to know that anymore, she was still tied to them through years of 'kinship' and blood. A different blood ran through her veins now, but she still knew them as they would always be. They never liked others crossing their territory, and he was doing just that by breathing the air this world had to offer. It wasn't like they went out and crossed into realms that had already been claimed by others. They were pushing into an inter-realm issue that few had ever done. Whenever it was done though, it usually ended poorly. From what she could tell? This would end poorly too. She didn't want him here anymore than they did, even if they left her for dead, she was on their side. The fool simply played his violin though, and she watched. Every bit of her being was suppressed. She wasn't sure if he could sense it, considering that by their terms? He would be a bit higher on the food chain than she was. Their terms and rules didn't matter when creatures like him came from separate realms though. They were different beings, so she wasn't aware of if he could see through her guise. Still, she played the game like she always had. Red's finger tips skimmed across the top of the bar as she set down. She stood out, she always did. Her black hair was pulled into a messy braid that had pieces falling around her face. She wore a red dress, the neckline a deep-v in shape. Over top of it she wore a thin waist belt and a leather jacket. Her already tall height was added to by a pair of black stilettos. The dress itself reached down to about 3 inches above her knee. She intended to talk to begin with, but there were no promises that the issue would end with 'talk.' The moment she makes contact, the other Sin's will be on alert. She doubted they would come though, because even if they wanted these foreign intruders gone, they had disowned her. They wanted as little contact with her as possible. She contacted them with information, that was her only use to them. That was on whim only. "Can I get you something, darling?" "Nothing, for now." She said, leaning back onto the bar.
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Post by Quinn on Dec 31, 2013 2:05:37 GMT -5
Razor smiled, watching the woman from across the bar, but not looking up from his violin. She was acting suspicious. Was she watching him as much as he was watching her?
Another assassin, perhaps? He asked himself, bringing his bow down to his side, and did a small bow for the small amount of applause he received. He never expected much here. He got a little amount of money nightly, but it wasn't like he needed it anyway. It was just nice to have a backup plan.
Speaking of backup plans, he checked his exits. There was one on the far end, where he had entered earlier. There was a fire exit behind where he had played. There was probably an employee's entrance somewhere behind the bar. He wasn't the type to drink, much, but he needed to check this woman out before he ended up with a knife between his shoulder blades.
He blinked, sliding in beside the woman under question, waving the barkeep on when he came to offer him a drink.
He leaned back in his seat, looking up at the top shelf of the bar- right into a mirror. Nothing could come up behind him without him seeing it. He didn't have to look at the woman directly to see if she made a move to attack him. It was weird for him to be on the defensive like this, but he didn't want to make a scene in front of his unofficial workplace.
"What's a pretty woman like you doing in this dirty old bar?" He asked her, breaking his look at the mirror in order to look at her, but keeping his periphery on the mirror. It was a common tactic in new assassins to work in groups. One would bait while the other killed. It was a common that he had often used when he was first being trained as an assassin.
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Post by Azalea on Dec 31, 2013 2:35:57 GMT -5
Red redirected her gaze as she saw the Violinist approach, her eyes darting to other patrons before locking on a specific booth. She acted as if she hadn't just been staring at him, as if she weren't watching. Then again, she didn't need to watch him visually to note his location. That was simply one of the many perks of being what she was.
When she was addressed, she looked startled. Her eyes darted over to him and she gave him a brief look of confusion before giving him a sad smile. She already had her story in mind. Anyone good would have already had that done.
"See him?" She pointed to the booth she had been staring at. In it, there was a man and a blonde woman, obviously a couple. Neither of them spectacular but they would do. "That's my husband, well, my soon to be ex-husband. I just have to sign the papers. That thing there is his mistress. I came here to see things for myself. Make sure that things were really over, apparently they are. According to his mother, they plan to marry in the spring." She snorted, rolling her eyes. "I don't even know if that's legal if we have to go to court with this bullshit, but I guess I should have expected it." She sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned around in her seat to face the bar.
She looked at him, giving him this funny and interested look. "I will say this much though, I was quite surprised to find someone like you here." She smiled a bit, shaking her head and looking down at the wood. "Sorry, that probably sounds a little creepy, but you play beautifully. Might I ask what piece that was? I don't see why you'd be playing in a place like this when there are other places of much higher quality that would kill to have someone like you playing there. These people here? They'd rather hear some two-bit knock of AC-DC band."
She appeared rather genuine. On the sad side of things but very accepting of her apparent situation. Her true motive? To get him out of here. She looked back up at him and brushed her hair to the side. Her movements were fluid, no sign of any flux in emotion that would make it seem like she was faking. She had many more years than anyone in this room could imagine to practice. Hell, she likely had enough years in her lifespan that she could fit every single person's life in here, into her own. With the exception of this man. That was simply because she was clueless about such insignificant details.
"Your kind doesn't belong here. As you can probably tell, many aren't as talented, nor as skilled as yourself."
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Post by Quinn on Dec 31, 2013 14:32:58 GMT -5
"My kind doesn't belong here?" He laughed, like he had took it as a joke. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure if she was dropping a hint that she knew that he wasn't from here, or if she was referring to his music. If it was the former, it only made him believe that she was an assassin. An assassin with good inside sources. Very good inside sources. There would have had to been a rat within the group that he came back with, which narrowed it significantly.
For one, Stryker or Suki or Quinn wouldn't have betrayed him, being that they came from the same place. That left the healers, the children, and the alphas. If he suspected anyone, it was the alpha male. The female didn't seem like the type to rat. But then again, he should always expect the unexpected.
"You want anything to drink? It's on me," he said, reaching back for his wallet. He didn't like carrying one, but he had seen men carrying them in this world. If he wanted to blend in, he figured that he needed one. And if he truly wanted to blend in, he had to bring himself lower than he wanted to.
Drunk men tended to think with their privates in this world, so if he wanted to truly blend in as well, he had to play the part, didn't he?
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Post by Azalea on Dec 31, 2013 15:10:07 GMT -5
Red grinned as he repeated her words. Yes, she was dropping a hint, but she wasn't about ready to make that plainly obvious. This was an opportunity, a chance to get vital information that she needed. He was suspicious, any good assassin would be and she knew that much. So, she had to play her cards right.
No one purposefully ratted Razor out. Then again, Red didn't need them to purposefully do anything. It was a simple matter to slip into Angus' mind and get information, but he didn't have what she needed. Then again, he wasn't doing an excellent job of hiding himself from others. If he were dealing with elves, human, werewolves, and the like, he would have gone undetected for years. She wasn't any of that. So the moment he came into this world, Red knew about him through Angus.
Hell, she knew about him before he came into this world through him. It wasn't a willing trade off on Angus' end, and he thought that he had blocked that off. He hadn't. So, Red monitored everything while he was in that world, making sure that she wouldn't have to force her way across of the veil in order to drag him back. That would have caused issues with him in the long run anyway. In the end, she decided she didn't have to, but that didn't mean that she was going to settle for these others being here.
Red glanced up at the clock. "Uh, sure. I've got time." She looked back to Razor and grinned. "Why not? I don't make a habit of taking drinks from strangers though," she chuckled lightly. "People around her like to call me Red, what about you?" She reached her hand out to shake it, a complete lack of hostility in the offer.
He was doing exactly what she had hoped he would.
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Post by Quinn on Dec 31, 2013 16:50:03 GMT -5
He could almost feel the trap. If he gave her an alias, he would be given away. It was obvious that she had given him one, but that didn't mean much. Red could be some weird name here. Razor would definitely be something that a parent wouldn't name their child. "Drake," he said, pulling a few dollars out of his wallet and handing it to the bartender, who promptly took it and gave him his drinks. He handed one to Red, and then took a sip of his own. It was bitter and stung his throat, but he didn't make a show of it.
He knew that if she was really an assassin or someone out to kill him, that he was playing into her hand, but then again, she was playing into his. She had given him a name- and he had given her his, but he hadn't told anyone from this world his real name. They all knew him as Razor. So despite it being his real name, it was still an alias. Names had power, and she had none over him right now.
He took another sip. "You never answered my question: why is such a beautiful woman as yourself doing in a dank place like this?" He asked again, smiling into his drink, and glancing up at the mirror, making sure that Red wouldn't see him do so. Someone coughed behind them, but Razor payed him no mind.
((I'm loving the mind games they're playing with each other xD))
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