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[i][color=f7941d][center]Los Angeles, California
Obscure Alley
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The pacing of the large carnivore waned and it twitched at the whisker, almost as if in reply. It wasn't a meaningful gesture, at least not to humans, but if the rest of the cat was any indicator - which it certainly was - the Predator's tail curled slightly and eased, lashing thoughtfully one way then another at the tip. It wasn't appreciative of the line of questioning it had and that irritation carried on throughout. Not that the man was wrong, actually he hit upon a strong note, but that he mentioned it at all was the issue. Monte, rather the tiger that had been Monte, hadn't any interest in sharing that at the moment between the two. Not as the sirens drew closer and the cars themselves they belonged to stopped a block over.

It was a momentary distraction which seemed to preoccupy the striped cat until it looked back to the unlikely duo, where it replied. Although the reply likely was unhelpful at best and potentially more concerning; it outright ignored one of the two questions and only muddied the other.

[i]"I guess you will just have to watch and see then."[/i]

Came the strange harmonic vibration pulled at thoughts much like one's own conscious. The "noise" itself tapered off, the pair of devious eyes watching as the man feinted his ease. Animals, unlike humans, were not so easily fooled, but at least now the tiger knew the costume clad paragon was, more or less, savvy enough to not make it so overt. It was better, a lot better, than the usual hysterics no matter how rightfully due they were.

[i]"So I will leave you with a hint..."[/i] The thrum of the animal's soundless words came, [i]"Is there a difference between us?"[/i]

As perplexing as that was, the tiger didn't bother to add anything more. It did its duty and had learned a bit about the neighbors of its environ, its habitat. Instead, it seemingly snapped out of existence as quickly as it came, with such startling "speed" that it would take a moment of realization to register it simply was no longer there. At least not visibly, but heaven only knew where it went, until like the Cheshire cat it made itself known again from a perch, although not quite high as the first. 

[i]"The answer is, only some of us will be the 'heroes'."[/i] Predator commented again, wholly unaware of the nature of Éclater's wrestlings with himself and his own identity. Perhaps that note would strike home at him, at least much more than Fault Line. Frankly there really was no knowing and the tiger had just assumed it was speaking for itself. As far as the world was concerned, it was probably a public enemy, let alone a man-eater; not that it had ever done such a thing.

And with that, as it had shortly before, snapped itself out of apparent existence.