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Vincent continued to watch the woman in the mask. The young man with lavender eyes made a [i]Back to the Past[/i] remark. He admitted to himself it was funny. He smirked. Though bland conversation, breathless, wasteful didn’t really suit him.

Standing up and excusing himself silently to the two with a nod of his head. He walked up to the female in the mask. 

“....” Vincent stared at her at a much closer range now.
[Greetings]

Allison looked the man up and down slowly, nodding her head. Eyes could say more than mouths ever wished to.[color=00aeef] “Mhmm. Hello. You're far more interesting than the last.”[/color]

She meant the young man with lavender eyes. Vincent didn’t move. Still. Statuesque. 

“He’s youthful,” Vincent replied, “Your name? The one you’re comfortable with introducing yourself as.” 

[Color=00aeef]”The Heretic,”[/color] Allison said simply. [Color=00aeef]”I'd say more, but this isn't the place for other names. Yourself?”[/color]

“Chroma, for now,” Vincent replies, he just gives Jo a look who is behind the counter. Jo knows that look and hands him another juice box.

[Color=00aeef]”I like it. I like you. I sincerely hope we don't have to kill each other.”[/color]

Vincent takes a sip of his apple juice. He’s not sure like is what he feels right now. Curiosity. Interest. 

“....” Vincent continues to stare.
[I’d like to get to know you as well]

Allison smiled under the mask. She did hope that they weren't meant to duke it out. She rather liked this stranger.

[Color=00aeef]”Yes, yes,”[/color] she murmured as a strangely militaristic looking woman with vibrant hair walked in and ordered… Something. Sounded German. Allison cocked her head to the side before continuing. [Color=00aeef]”So, mind if I call ya C?”[/color]

Vincent eyed the German for a second. He had mixed feelings about them. He turned back to Heretic.

“Yes,” Vincent replied, “Chrome or Chroma.” 

[Color=00aeef]”Noted,”[/color] she murmured. [Color=00aeef]”I hope things get started soon…”[/color]

Vincent didn’t know what they were starting. It seemed unusual, didn’t it? He’d expect a death match in an arena, not a bar.