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'Bingo,' Ren thought triumphantly once he saw the bluenette in front of him literally freeze in place while licking her plate off. It seemed he had hit the bullseye in his accurate guesses. It seemed this day was going to be more interesting than he had originally expected. Not that that was saying anything. The only 'interesting' thing that seemed to happen to him was that under-yet-over-classman coming to bother him every now and then. He leaned onto his palm, elbow balanced on the table.

''Gathering dust' eh? So she's either a treasure hunter... or a thief, in addition to being a dragon,' Ren noted, a wry smile forming on his face, 'And that's what dragon script looks like? Huh. Interesting.' He didn't completely believe that Arydun was telling the truth when she said that only she could unlock its true potential or whatever she meant by her statement. It sounded like something from one of those anime shows he saw occasionally on TV, truth be told. Though, he did have a pretty decent idea of what he could do to get a legitimate answer, or to verify her claim's truth.

"Alright," Ren said, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, "what exactly are you going to do with that book? Hmm?"
There was a somewhat audible sound of a sharp inhale from the red-haired young man after he had caught glimpse of a pair of teeth a little too sharp and a little too long. Though that slight gasp might have been unnoticed among the breathing his physically worked body was doing. Sure, he had an encounter with a vampire at least once before on one of his delivery runs, but there was always something about the concept of an undead, blood-sucking creature of the night just there, minding their own business and not attempting to rip out anyone's jugular or anything. To be honest, Thane didn't know if he'd feel better if she had tried to attack him instead of curtsying politely and making small talk.

"R...Right..." Thane said half-heartedly, unintentionally stumbling over his own words, before giving a good roll of the eyes to silently express his distaste after having processed that the 'young lady' could very well be older than he himself. Either way it was quite apparent that the courier didn't at all believe the vampiric lady's claim of just stating the rumor or, if he did, still thought that the disgruntled paladin deserved an apology at the very least. While he wasn't really a religious kind of person, he knew he'd be pretty mad if someone said something like that about his religion of choice. Especially if he were to dedicate his life to it like the paladin trying to convert people on her patch of street. "Still think you should apologize," he commented off to the side.

"Why don't we all just calm down and settle our differences over some food or something," the courier sarcastically joked to himself, unaware that his volume was quite a bit louder than he had intended for it to be.


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Also, am I allowed to advertise here? A friend of mine (Nicias, it's Jake, if you remember 'im) has a KHR RP in Casual he wants folks for.

I'll PM a link to anyone who wants in.
Did we get a Tutor? I recall we were supposed to have a guy play one but he hasn't arrived
As I work out the kinks in this Bio, I'm debating giving Claude a second ability somewhat relating to the family curse. One that could be called a... Perverted (no not in that way) form of his family's trademark. Something having to do with manipulating flesh not to heal or shapeshift into other people, but to sprout spikes or morph his hands into claws or something equally body horror-esque.

Also I can resize that image you got up there, if you want.
I could go advertise to folks I know would be interested.
Funny story, I didn't even see the PM you sent me. I just looked through my subs and was like "haven't posted for that yet." And then I did and then I noticed I had 110 rather than 109 messages.
Or he could use something from his immediate surroundings. Like a name from a magazine or summin'
"...Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me," Gareth groaned, putting his palm to the face and slowly sliding it off. His communicator buzzed with what was probably somebody telling him that, 'hey, that kid we have caged back at the high security facility is busy wrecking shit, you should probably get back.' It wasn't as if it were blaring over the goddamn news, idiots. He looked down at the bag in his hand, popping open the foodstuffs and filling his mouth with as much food as he could before handing the rest over to a random homeless man and getting the hell out of their. Hey, no use hunting on an empty stomach. Besides, the guys are probably dead anyway, what with the Heretic breaking out basically right under their feet. Why not give a guy who actually needs it?

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Gareth hadn't taken a rooftop route this time, not when he was absolutely sure doing so would end up fucking up the snipers' aim. Because there were going to be snipers. If there weren't, he'd be filing out several strongly-worded reports with plenty of expletives. And maybe giving a few people head injuries. He was hidden nearby, a bit away from the rest of the mooks preparing for when the little shit finally got out. Not that they'd be able to stop him, if what everything they said was correct. He stuffed his pockets into his red coat and breathed out a sigh. The tension was thick, almost as thick as the blast doors that were likely gonna be burst open in the next few seconds.

"Should probably make preparations..." he murmured, putting his hand to his chin in thought, "...No, what can I do that these guys can't replicate with a vast usage of guns? Looks like I'm stuck on clean-up duty, or waiting until it looks like everyone's gonna die."
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