[center][h1][color=662d91]Genevieve Alleron[/color][/h1]
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[color=662d91][b]Location;[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=662d91][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color][@ihinka][/center]

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The strange glow to the woman's eyes didn't go entirely unnoticed, though the haze of a full day's work had been wearing on her. She had been on her feet for hours, most of it standing around and pretending to be interested in something or another, and so her normally intensely keen awareness was dulled. It looked entirely for a moment like the ethereal glow of a transformed werewolf, and in the back of her mind she could already feel a creeping paralyzation start before it was gone. Genevieve blinked a few times, wondering if she was just seeing things, watching the woman for a moment before filing it away to think on later. She had initiated contact, so it would be rather uncouth of her to break away just because she felt a bit off.

[color=662d91]"That's implying of course that you could land such a hit."[/color] A light tease, if a bit awkward. Conversation was not one of her many skills, and it had shown in their previous few interactions. She tried to keep things quick and short, anything that required more than a moment's thought or attention had invariably led to her stumbling over herself. Unless of course, she was in one of those very particular moods that required an extended chewing out. Blaine didn't deserve such a conversation though, not yet at least.

At the rate they were going, it might be a long time yet. Genevieve wondered on that, on why she seemed to tolerate this person more so than others. It was quite clear at times that there was a little something more to her, but she never was sure of it, and she didn't want to pry. Neither of them did. She had been rather sparse with the details of her life, enough that being acquaintances warranted, but no more. They shared a military background, one green and the other blue water. Genevieve didn't fully trust her to the point to discuss the [i]extended[/i] history she had there, but maybe in time.

[color=662d91]"My excuse was being hired by the city as private security. They needed a few plain clothes to keep an eye out for trouble."[/color] Luckily there had been rather little of that, except for the one hoodlum. With how close much of the community was, such things were generally relegated to outsiders. [color=662d91]"Been around since sun-up with the people setting everything up. Was on my way out when I noticed you walking by, thought I would say hello."[/color]

A thought that she still wasn't sure on, if she was being honest with herself. This woman was in many ways like herself it seemed, but also very different. Her smile came easy and she appeared to be able to find joy out of things she was uncomfortable with. Not so for Genevieve, who was visibly irritated with the crowd. It wasn't just because of the multitude of people though, she had seen more than one known vampire, and a couple wolves of the local pack. They had been showing signs of discomfort, likely because of whatever spell was on the square.

She had felt it as well, but it was more like a soft background noise instead of whatever it might have been for those supernaturals. Likely because of what kind of magic it was. At least she was sure it was magic of some kind. Only one other time did she experience something like this, two years ago when a foreign witch had come through town on her way up north. Her work had been on rituals and blessings to keep other supernaturals away, as well as what she called people "with bad intentions". That one had never been clear, but she didn't really bother asking too many questions and just told the witch to get out of town as soon as she could.

Those kind of people brought only trouble with them, as it seemed that not only were they hunted by the Hunters, but also by her own kind. Her thoughts were drifting though, and she reigned them in as soon as she noticed, meeting Blaine's eyes with her own and allowing the barest hint of a smirk to grace her lips.

[color=662d91]"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stick around, though might have to hit up one of the food stalls first. Been a long day on my feet, and with little to eat."[/color]