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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 4:20:12 GMT
"Put yourself in my shoes. What would you think if some good looking chick just walked up to you, say she's inhuman, kiss you, and continue to taunt you? You swooping me off my feet, roused some suspicions. And some curiosities. If you're not human, then what are you?"
"I'd accept that gift, then kill her if I needed to, if she became boring." he replies calmly "And, angel. Partially."
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 4:23:38 GMT
"I'd accept that gift, then kill her if I needed to, if she became boring. And, angel. Partially."
"Hmmm," Imogen's gaze soaked him in. "And here you are, mingling with a human. Isn't that something that your kind avoids?" She raised an eyebrow, though her eyes gained a mischievous spark.
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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 4:30:56 GMT
"Hmmm. And here you are, mingling with a human. Isn't that something that your kind avoids?"
"Normally, yes. But you're not a normal human, are you?" Grieve murmurs, lips tilting up
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 4:33:49 GMT
"Normally, yes. But you're not a normal human, are you?"
Her grin widened. "Dunno. Do I look like a normal human to you, angel?"
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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 4:43:36 GMT
"Dunno. Do I look like a normal human to you, angel?"
"No. You look like a crazed fanatic." he murmurs, tilting his head back with a laugh
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 4:53:09 GMT
"No. You look like a crazed fanatic."
She snickered, pushing him back then pushed him against the tree, gaze wild as she leaned forward a little. "Because I am. And not ashamed." She stepped back a and started towards the pack she left laying by the Fox. "Though I prefer the term psycho. People stay away more."
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Post by Dia on Jul 21, 2015 5:04:38 GMT
"Because I am. And not ashamed. Though I prefer the term psycho. People stay away more."
Grunting, his eyes flick to her when he's shoved before he laughs when she pulls away, dusts off his coat "I can tell that. And, psycho it is."
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Post by Dresden on Jul 21, 2015 5:09:27 GMT
"I can tell that. And, psycho it is."
She picked up her pack, then stared at the Fox, and grabbed her knife. With a puff, she left the Fox, disinterested, and started towards her bunker. "So, angel, why are you here?"
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 3:35:01 GMT
"So, angel, why are you here?"
"You've caught my eye. Which is rare." Grieve murmurs calmly, shrugging as he follows her
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Post by Dresden on Jul 22, 2015 4:02:00 GMT
"You've caught my eye. Which is rare."
Imogen chuckled, feigning flattery as she fanned herself. "An angel choosing crazy ol' me, oh how wonderful." She snorted and walked over to a pile of debris, shoving it all away. "I'm glad I caught someone's eye. Let's just hope I don't die in my sleep, because I rather like living." Leaning down she pulled open the trap door, slipping inside and sliding down the ladder. "Close the door on your way down, sweetheart? If you're coming in, that is. I rather not get sick again."
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 4:15:56 GMT
"An angel choosing crazy ol' me, oh how wonderful. I'm glad I caught someone's eye. Let's just hope I don't die in my sleep, because I rather like living. Close the door on your way down, sweetheart? If you're coming in, that is. I rather not get sick again."
"I said partially angel. And besides, I'm a maniac, or so they say." Grieve murmurs, dark grin as he follows her down into the hole, looks around, closing the door "Of course, darling." he states, sarcastic
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Post by Dresden on Jul 22, 2015 4:24:26 GMT
"I said partially angel. And besides, I'm a maniac, or so they say. Of course, darling."
"Still an angel," she called, tossing her pack on the rough-looking couch and walked around to the kitchen, peering through the bar as she looked towards him. "Want anything?" She pulled out a bottle of rum she stashed for herself, taking a swig straight from the bottle.
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 4:29:26 GMT
"Still an angel. Want anything?"
"And you're still a lousy human." he murmurs, snorting as he takes a seat, making himself at home "Other than you? Yea, give me a drink of that."
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Post by Dresden on Jul 22, 2015 4:38:34 GMT
"And you're still a lousy human. Other than you? Yea, give me a drink of that."
She eyed him a moment, putting the lid on the bottle and sauntered over, kicking off her boots and jumping over the back of the couch and into the seat beside him. She held out the bottle. "Here. Be lucky-- it's my favorite, and I'm normally not good at sharing."
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Post by Dia on Jul 22, 2015 4:44:36 GMT
"Here. Be lucky-- it's my favorite, and I'm normally not good at sharing."
Eyes flashing, his eyes trail when she saunters over, looks at her when she sits by him, takes the bottle "Not bad." he states, taking a sip
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