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Grabbing the lemon that decorated her plate, she squeezed it into her water glass, and took a sip. Taking the time to recollect some of the passer-bys she had beheld, and her attempts at direction requests, she shook her head. "Though it is nice to finally come across someone, as you say, relatively normal... wait, relatively? You don't, turn into a wolf by the light of the moon or anything, do you? Because if you do," She continued to speak in split sentences, "But, you're not, are you? A wolf, that is." It was obvious she was entirely serious, and completely naive.
"To answer your question, I'm no wolf boy. I don't think I could put up with the fleas." He nodded along and took a sip from his drink. He had to admit, this girl was a bit of a challenge to follow. But then again it seemed like most people around Wing were becoming like this. The times were a changing he guessed.
"I'm just a guy that knows a trick or two that's all. How about you?"
Lark shrugged at the thought as he ate another fry. He tried to ease up a bit more, tried to relax when she showed curiosity in his abilities. Which he knew was to be expected after all, he did invite it with his speech.
"A good magician never reveals his tricks does he?" Lark smiled. "I don't like to show them off, they're more of a...'In Case of Emergency' thing. You know?"
Violet finished her plate, and pushed it a few inches to the side. Wiping her mouth with the paper napkin, she reached for her half full glass of water. Gesturing, she agreed, "Understandable. I suppose I should never hope to see them then."
Dropping her napkin on the plate, she questioned, "So, what's there to do in this crazy place? Do you stay here locally? Or are you passing through?" A part of her hoped that he was a local, so that she might have someone to call upon in her future days to come.
He decided to take a bite out of his sandwich, waiting to finish chewing before speaking once more.
"So like, how do you think that wing city is going to help you find yourself? I mean you'll probably only find out what your intestines look like when you're disembowled for some ridiculous reason."
"Truth be told, the whole "finding myself" thing? I might have misled you a bit." She fidgeted with her fingers, "I've run away. Wing City has been cursed and damned to hell and back where I'm from. 'Nothing good ever goes in, or comes out.' I believe were the priests exact words. So I figured this to be the best place to go in order to avoid being found."
Hopefully her instincts about Lark were correct, "So, would you mind if I asked you to buy my salad for me? Otherwise, I'm going to have to eat and run, which is usually a lot easier to do when I eat alone." She scrunched her face and offered an apology, "Sorry. Didn't mean to get you involved with my shenanigans."
It figured that there had to be something complicated about the situation. A simple conversation over a bite to eat? That was way too simple for this town.
"Well, I don't mind paying for your meal. But are you ok with the connotation that usually comes with a man buying a young lady dinner?
He didn't mean it of course, but he had to get some kind of payback for duping him.
She pushed herself out and up from the booth, and straightened her dress before slipping back into the red cloak she had been wearing. "So, what kind of trouble are you planning on getting into? That is all there's to do around here, right?" She asked.
She pushed herself out and up from the booth, and straightened her dress before slipping back into the red cloak she had been wearing. "So, what kind of trouble are you planning on getting into? That is all there's to do around here, right?" She asked.
He looked ominously out the nearby window, lost in thought.
He nodded towards the alley way and stepped out of the car.
"Yeah, what about it?' He asks in response to the question.
"Well, I figured I can manage an extra one, so I adopted this Hoppip called 'Bonce'. Useless little feller. I'm trying to train him up. But you know how Jake gets when he thinks there's competition. He starts goofing off and acting all cute instead of doing what I need him to do."
"I feel you, man. Elly gets jealous of women, and acts out. It can be a drag.' He says as they sidle up to the rear of the diner.
"Whiskey, please!" Sure, she would have to order food too, but that didn't matter to her. She had just gotten her whiskey when the door slammed open. Glancing towards it, every muscle in her body tensed up and she unzipped her jacket a little so that she would be able to get to her weapons. At the moment, she trained her eyes on the individual that had moved inside. She noted the gun and knew there was someone else behind the perp. Making not a sound, she took in every detail possible, her years of training paying off. She was going to try to take them out, but not until she knew no one else would be shot.
"Alright! Everyone stay calm. We're here for the money not your lives, let us do our work and we'll leave you all in peace. Resist, and we will respond in kind, please have your currency ready, and your hands on the table where we can see them as my partner comes around.' He motions for Blake to go gather the patrons cash, as he orders the waitress to empty the cash register.
“Hmm…” She mused out loud, her foot bouncing a little as she remained leaned back in the booth, her glass being brought to her mouth for a few more sips until the whiskey was finished. Well, at least now she didn’t have to explain to the waitress that she couldn’t pay for what she was about to order. That was a plus, right? Right. Rolling her eyes at the second male, Faith put both arms behind her head and glanced towards the two men, making it obvious she didn’t fear them.
"About done here.' He says, loud enough for Blake to hear.