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[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by Starlily

Xavier Wynter

I glanced at the files before picking them up and placing them on a table that had I picked out earlier. I turn to her, letting some real curiosity poke through the mask. “Cate to explain what you mean by non-humans?” I say, pulling out a chair, one for her, one for me. As I sit I begin to rifle through the files. I don’t let my shock and bewilderment show as I realize most of them are, indeed, not human at all. I do decide to make a quip about one consistent thing I read in the files. “So are you just that cocky and reckless to let them keep finding bodies, or are you just not good at disposing of them?” I say, putting a note of amused contempt in my voice.

I mean back in my chair. “Also, mind telling me what you are? And don’t bother telling me you’re a human, sweetheart, I saw your tail, and got a glimpse of your eyes back there when we were having our . . . pleasant chat under the street lamps.” I ask casually. “Don’t bother lying either, I know how to tell a truth from a lie, part of my training.” I say, unbothered.

~Salamander~
"oh- well... i'm half human half... salamander? most people think i am half demon. i'm not... but, the stupid ones, who act like you, think so. i know that's a mask... that you don't act like that," she said, before they got their drinks. "and, if i let them find the bodies, they fear me more..." she stared at him, before sipping her drink. "so... you want to know about... your majesty? here, read through this." her eyes moved back to the bag. "i work for the queen as well, as their daughter, frisca, is one of my best friends."

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Salamander~
"oh- well... i'm half human half... salamander? most people think i am half demon. i'm not... but, the stupid ones, who act like you, think so. i know that's a mask... that you don't act like that," she said, before they got their drinks. "and, if i let them find the bodies, they fear me more..." she stared at him, before sipping her drink. "so... you want to know about... your majesty? here, read through this." her eyes moved back to the bag. "i work for the queen as well, as their daughter, frisca, is one of my best friends."

Xavier Wynter

The insults didn’t get to me, I received more than that on a daily basis, and besides, they weren’t even actual insults. The more pressing matter was that she had seen right through his mask, something he took painstaking time and effort to construct and maintain. It was his only thing that kept him somewhat safe, and this- this whatever the heck she was had seen right through it. “One, I never said you were a demon, so lay off.” I started off with, trying to steady myself. Her remark had sent me reeling, and I needed a second to recover. “Second, you will never tell anyone about the facade, you got that?” I say, bounce going dark. “The last thing I need is to get found out just because you couldn’t keep a civil conversation.” I eye her coldly, genuinely angry, and scared, that she could let that cat out of the bag.

“As for this . . . Royalty. What are they? And where are they?” My next question is based on a pressing need to make sure I am nowhere near them. This whole thing is something I never needed to be added to my plate, but here I am. “Also, what the hell does Demon’s Blessing mean? Don’t think I haven’t heard you saying it.” I add, crossing my arm and flipping back through the files. “If your employed by a king and queen, why work for my father, anyway?” I say as an afterthought, a genuine question brought on by pure curiosity.

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by Starlily

Xavier Wynter

The insults didn’t get to me, I received more than that on a daily basis, and besides, they weren’t even actual insults. The more pressing matter was that she had seen right through his mask, something he took painstaking time and effort to construct and maintain. It was his only thing that kept him somewhat safe, and this- this whatever the heck she was had seen right through it. “One, I never said you were a demon, so lay off.” I started off with, trying to steady myself. Her remark had sent me reeling, and I needed a second to recover. “Second, you will never tell anyone about the facade, you got that?” I say, bounce going dark. “The last thing I need is to get found out just because you couldn’t keep a civil conversation.” I eye her coldly, genuinely angry, and scared, that she could let that cat out of the bag.

“As for this . . . Royalty. What are they? And where are they?” My next question is based on a pressing need to make sure I am nowhere near them. This whole thing is something I never needed to be added to my plate, but here I am. “Also, what the hell does Demon’s Blessing mean? Don’t think I haven’t heard you saying it.” I add, crossing my arm and flipping back through the files. “If your employed by a king and queen, why work for my father, anyway?” I say as an afterthought, a genuine question brought on by pure curiosity.

~Salamander~
"well... see... demon's blessing..." she lifted the hair covering her forehead, showing a salamander seemingly carved into her skin. "i've had it since i was born.. it glows if i start shifting, too." she looked at him, before answering his first question. "another realm, darling. i work for your father for fame here. i have a plan, and i'm sticking to it."

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Salamander~
"well... see... demon's blessing..." she lifted the hair covering her forehead, showing a salamander seemingly carved into her skin. "i've had it since i was born.. it glows if i start shifting, too." she looked at him, before answering his first question. "another realm, darling. i work for your father for fame here. i have a plan, and i'm sticking to it."

Xavier Wynter

I can’t help the disgusted look that appears on my face as she mentions working for my father, and I scoff. “Of course.” I say, looking away, peering out the window. “But then my father doesn’t seem so bad if you work with demons.” I growl. “Or do you not know how many criminal enterprises he runs, and what they are?” I snap with a scowl. “You say you have a plan. You’d better hope it’s not one that involves anything my father is involved in, because I won’t let you go through with it without a fight. One monster is enough for this country.” I say, darkly, watching her intently.

(Sorry for the short reply!)

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by Starlily

Xavier Wynter

I can’t help the disgusted look that appears on my face as she mentions working for my father, and I scoff. “Of course.” I say, looking away, peering out the window. “But then my father doesn’t seem so bad if you work with demons.” I growl. “Or do you not know how many criminal enterprises he runs, and what they are?” I snap with a scowl. “You say you have a plan. You’d better hope it’s not one that involves anything my father is involved in, because I won’t let you go through with it without a fight. One monster is enough for this country.” I say, darkly, watching her intently.

(Sorry for the short reply!)

~Salamander~
i rolled my eyes and said, "i gave you my secrets... what about you? or are you really someone i need to deal with? hmm... which one? a traitor... perhaps... betrayal is sure to be included! invading privacy? possibly..." i said, tapping my foot as a gazed at hm, drinking from the coffee in front of me.

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Salamander~
i rolled my eyes and said, "i gave you my secrets... what about you? or are you really someone i need to deal with? hmm... which one? a traitor... perhaps... betrayal is sure to be included! invading privacy? possibly..." i said, tapping my foot as a gazed at hm, drinking from the coffee in front of me.

Xavier Wynter

I place one hand on the cool metal surface of the table, the other holding my coffee, burning with the iciness of the drink. “I’ve never done anything that would put myself at risk, you have nothing to hold me on.” I say, quietly, looking her right in the eye. As I say it I realize that it’s not much of an accomplishment, and in my own eyes, it’s pretty much admission of being a coward. I mull her words over in my head, a sudden idea sparks in my head. Maybe I can use her need for fame to my advantage. I take a sip of coffee to compose myself before looking back up at her. I need to approach this carefully, otherwise, it could go very badly for both of us.

“You said you’re looking for fame.” I say, once again breaching the subject of assassination. “You have a calling card, I assume? Since you are leaving the bodies on purpose? A certain way if killing them, something you leave at the crime scene?” I keep my voice modulated and calm, though I don’t know if she can sense the inner sense of turmoil I’m experiencing by even attempting to ask this question. Just a little more, then I can gauge her response. “Though you haven’t been killing much more than nobodies. If you were to kill a much . . . Bigger target, you could gain a lot more fame than you could scrape together from your smaller kills alone.” I remark.

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by Starlily

Xavier Wynter

I place one hand on the cool metal surface of the table, the other holding my coffee, burning with the iciness of the drink. “I’ve never done anything that would put myself at risk, you have nothing to hold me on.” I say, quietly, looking her right in the eye. As I say it I realize that it’s not much of an accomplishment, and in my own eyes, it’s pretty much admission of being a coward. I mull her words over in my head, a sudden idea sparks in my head. Maybe I can use her need for fame to my advantage. I take a sip of coffee to compose myself before looking back up at her. I need to approach this carefully, otherwise, it could go very badly for both of us.

“You said you’re looking for fame.” I say, once again breaching the subject of assassination. “You have a calling card, I assume? Since you are leaving the bodies on purpose? A certain way if killing them, something you leave at the crime scene?” I keep my voice modulated and calm, though I don’t know if she can sense the inner sense of turmoil I’m experiencing by even attempting to ask this question. Just a little more, then I can gauge her response. “Though you haven’t been killing much more than nobodies. If you were to kill a much . . . Bigger target, you could gain a lot more fame than you could scrape together from your smaller kills alone.” I remark.

~Salamander~
"like who?" she asked, grabbing her files back as she drank from her coffee. "i can kill anyone you throw at me... trust me," her eyes were on him as she flicked her tail, the symbol on her head glowing a red-ish color. she stood from the table, giving the waiter a quite large tip of 500, and taking her drink as they left.

{OMG I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHOOOORRRRRTTTTTT}

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Salamander~
"like who?" she asked, grabbing her files back as she drank from her coffee. "i can kill anyone you throw at me... trust me," her eyes were on him as she flicked her tail, the symbol on her head glowing a red-ish color. she stood from the table, giving the waiter a quite large tip of 500, and taking her drink as they left.

{OMG I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHOOOORRRRRTTTTTT}

Xavier Wynter

The night breeze that had seemed cold before was refreshing now, and I took a moment of silence to go over my plan again, turning it over and over in my head, trying to look for any drawbacks. I held my coffee in my hand, sipping lethargically, dull eyes fixed on a invisible point in the distance. She seemed willing to go after a another target, but would that change once she knew exactly who I had in mind? Especially since it meant turning on her employer? I had no doubt she could probably end up killing him, but he would fight back, and I couldn’t have any of this blow back on me.

“One of the leaders of the biggest and most intricate crime syndicate in America.” I answer tonelessly. As soon as I say it, I wonder if I should revise that to include my mother. She may not have had a direct hand in my abuse, but she certainly never stopped it, and I was positive most of the ideas for torture were her idea. I stop for second to mull that one over, but decide it’s not worth it. She’s not stable enough to keep a Mafia running, she’ll self destruct herself. I turn to gauge the girl’s reaction.

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by Starlily

Xavier Wynter

The night breeze that had seemed cold before was refreshing now, and I took a moment of silence to go over my plan again, turning it over and over in my head, trying to look for any drawbacks. I held my coffee in my hand, sipping lethargically, dull eyes fixed on a invisible point in the distance. She seemed willing to go after a another target, but would that change once she knew exactly who I had in mind? Especially since it meant turning on her employer? I had no doubt she could probably end up killing him, but he would fight back, and I couldn’t have any of this blow back on me.

“One of the leaders of the biggest and most intricate crime syndicate in America.” I answer tonelessly. As soon as I say it, I wonder if I should revise that to include my mother. She may not have had a direct hand in my abuse, but she certainly never stopped it, and I was positive most of the ideas for torture were her idea. I stop for second to mull that one over, but decide it’s not worth it. She’s not stable enough to keep a Mafia running, she’ll self destruct herself. I turn to gauge the girl’s reaction.

~Salamander~
"of course... name?" i asked, looking down at him. i looked back to where he was looking, untying my hair. "oh, by the way call me salamander, everyone else does. your name?" i said, looking at him again.


{omg this is worse i am so dearly sorry!}

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Salamander~
"of course... name?" i asked, looking down at him. i looked back to where he was looking, untying my hair. "oh, by the way call me salamander, everyone else does. your name?" i said, looking at him again.


{omg this is worse i am so dearly sorry!}

Xavier Wynter

I nod to myself, savoring the fact that she said yes. She was going to kill him. I take a second to close my eyes, savor the feeling of relief that I can feel flooding through me. After all, if anyone deserved to die, it was him. I take a steady breath and look up, the moon casts shadows along the streets, but also brightens up certain areas, the contrast sharp and defined. I can see the cold materialize my breath into white clouds, and I’m about to comment on the girl’s willingness to take the job when I hear her question. My gaze goes cold as I look at her sharply. “No.” The word comes out sharply. “I’m not stupid enough to give my name away after sending you on a mission like this.” I say, bitingly.

I relent when I realize she’ll need a name to assassinate him. “The target’s name is Chris Wynter.” I say simply, composing myself. “I’ll give you details tomorrow. Meet me at the border of the forest at Dusk. I have all the insiders information you’ll need.” I say, firmly. “As for me, I need to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that farewell I nod formally and slip into the shadows, making my way back to my prison- I mean, my room.