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“What exactly are you anyway?”
“So a witch and a necromancer…how common are those kinds of people around here? If you couldn’t tell, I’m kind of new in town.” Wait, he’d already told her his situation….damn he was getting tired.
“Just trying to get an estimate of how many bones I’m going to get broken.”
"If you play it safe and hang around the right people you shouldn't get fucked up too bad." She waggled her brows, "And if you play your cards right that might even be a good thing."
“Going to be a challenge getting used to things around here. But I don’t have much choice. Do I?” He yawned slightly.
“Sorry, I’m kind of tired now that all the pain’s fading. I hope that wasn’t too rude.”
"You must be some kind of posh if you think that was rude. You did call me a bitch earlier."
The witch launched back, her hand hissing from a burn that had seemed to show up there out of nowhere. She landed on her butt, skidding back. "What the hell did you DO!?"
He didn’t really dislike her forwardness, and wasn’t opposed to where she may have been going, until she started yelling again.
It had happened a bit too fast for the groggy David to notice everything. But when he looked down, he saw that the rosary that hung from his neck….it was smoking slightly.
"Fuck. You're RELIGIOUS?"
He didn’t quite know what she was getting at, and he felt disappointed she was back to cursing at him.
“You ok?”
"You burned me." she hissed, flicking her hand. She came up to him again, but held up a finger, "Don't touch me. What's around your neck? Just so I know that won't happen again. You've got a cross, don't you?"
“Listen, I didn’t mean to cause you any harm…” He said slowly as he tried to gently grab onto the back of her hand. “But, I apologize if I did, sincerely. And if you want to get even with me, then I understand.”
It shot up through him like a bolt of lightning, causing him to whimper, and then fall onto his side with a cough.
He couldn’t even curse or shout or anything, and within seconds, David’s body just went limp as he slipped into unconsciousness.
After all, the human body could only take so much pain before, he would pass out.
"...whoops."
Hesitantly, she walked toward the cross, picking it up by the string. She then opened up one of David's pockets and dropped it in there. She then reached for his collar.
"Well...not leaving you here." she said, dragging him out of the woods.
"I trust your meal was satisfactory?"
"Certainly," Cloasse replied, amiable and satisfied with the evening thus far. "I feel rather spoiled, in fact. I'm incredibly grateful... It's curious, really."
The Rune Scrit graced Legion with something like a smile, a mere twitch of the very corners of her lips, and shrugged her shoulders. "But then perhaps I'm boring you with my question of numbers and reasoning... Do we need to celebrate another's birthday right now also? There are a potential nineteen million others out there who have claim to this day, after all, surely there're more in this very city, no?"
He meant nothing negative by the comment, of course. They rounded a corner, ending up in Central Park, where the grass was green, well-kept, and the buildings, if possible, taller.
"We have time, yet, before the show begins. Unless, of course, there was something else you would rather do, instead, than watch a play."
The setting changed somewhat, and Cloasse took a moment to consider her surroundings. It was very pleasant, of course, being in a park. A respective waste of time, when one could be firmly ensconced in a book, but a pleasant, enjoyable waste of time, and that was what made it okay in the young woman's eyes.
"I've never seen a play before," she informed Legion - something he could no doubt deduce from the girl's background. "The concept intrigues me, however. I certainly shan't reject your invitation. I wouldn't know what else to do - unless there happens to be a library in this area that sports some form of runic-based literature?"
That sad thing was that the teenager seemed rather excited by the possibility - not that she would blow off the play for such a venture, of course, but there was always tomorrow...
Legion turned them towards 46th street. A few cars, tour buses, and taxis went shrieking past just as they were about to cross against the light. A regular New Yorker, Legion did not let this display shake him. He led them both, stepping down smartly from the curb and to the street.
As used to the cars and noise as Legion may've been, Cloasse was not. Her days and nights were spent in the safety of libraries and at the elaborately decorated desks that were most conveniently placed within her home. Despite herself, the teenager clung quite desperately to the other's arm. Who on Earth would want to live here? The drivers seemed to have no understanding of the existence of pedestrians!
A few passers-by gave Legion a strange look, at that comment. The ex-demon didn't seem to notice.
"Although .. vehicles then were much more prone to being taken over by bandits and thieves."
Another onslaught of taxis whizzed by.
"Perhaps this is not so bad?"