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Alex watches as Dorian and the mysterious redhead remove themselves from the dull air of what seems too common in the eyes of the regal. Dorian is far too pedantic to be seen lounging with the regular patrons of the tavern. Alex turns her attention to the swaying hips of the elegant and strange woman. She can't help but notice that her demeanor seems a bit forced, as if this was not her everyday personality. Overwhelmed with the need to know her, she keeps herself from the thought. The woman is already too enamored with Dorian, and Alex has yet to figure out Clay. Someone with the potential to be much more different and similar to her in a few all too familiar ways.
Alex is snapped out of her thoughts when she hears a loud thud and a drunken huntress call out, "Oh would ya look at that, I fell on my bum." Looking down, Alex saw the huntress passed out and Clay rushing to her side with a worried expression. What does 'e care that she fell ova, too drunk to sit? She's a fokin' hunter for christsake!
"Alex, could you grab a bucket, towel and some water?" Confused, Alex looks down at Clay with a raised eyebrow. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, but moreso interested in where Clay acquired these newfound feelings of sympathy for someone other than himself. Not that 'e's a selfish prick, just that e's' usually so calm about ev'rthing.
"A'right, a'right. Ah'll be back soon." Alex heads off to the utility closet for the bucket and quickly runs back to the storeroom for a few bottles of water. Since the washer and dryer for the bar towels are back here as well, might as well grab that too.
Before she can get too far, a small sensation on her hip pulls her off of the set task. She looks around making sure that she's completely alone. Taking out her knife, she admires the sleek technology it holds. The last update made sure that the only way to work it was with her own DNA marker; her thumbprint. She gently presses her thumb against the blade, near the hilt and a hologram screen comes to life across the top of the blade, like an overlay. "F-137. What do you have for me?" she whispers, quiet but angry. This was not a good time. The hologram, a woman with piercing green eyes and sandy colored hair, calmly announces that Alex has received her first assignment with the Guardians of Kerh. Many governments had access to Alex as a resource, but the very last people that she ever thought to contact her was Kerh. It must be a special case. "I'll forward the details to your wrist display. You will receive them in about 30 minutes. It will give you everything you need for the assignment. Do not disappoint or you will be hearing from him." *click*
Alex put the knife back in it's place and returned to the bar with the bucket, 2 water bottles and a clean towel from the dryer. "Oi, what'd ya do to the poor gal? She set down the gear and crossed her arms giving Clay the stern look that he had become so used to seeing.
Alex watches as Dorian and the mysterious redhead remove themselves from the dull air of what seems too common in the eyes of the regal. Dorian is far too pedantic to be seen lounging with the regular patrons of the tavern. Alex turns her attention to the swaying hips of the elegant and strange woman. She can't help but notice that her demeanor seems a bit forced, as if this was not her everyday personality. Overwhelmed with the need to know her, she keeps herself from the thought. The woman is already too enamored with Dorian, and Alex has yet to figure out Clay. Someone with the potential to be much more different and similar to her in a few all too familiar ways.
Alex is snapped out of her thoughts when she hears a loud thud and a drunken huntress call out, "Oh would ya look at that, I fell on my bum." Looking down, Alex saw the huntress passed out and Clay rushing to her side with a worried expression. What does 'e care that she fell ova, too drunk to sit? She's a fokin' hunter for christsake!
"Alex, could you grab a bucket, towel and some water?" Confused, Alex looks down at Clay with a raised eyebrow. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, but moreso interested in where Clay acquired these newfound feelings of sympathy for someone other than himself. Not that 'e's a selfish prick, just that e's' usually so calm about ev'rthing.
"A'right, a'right. Ah'll be back soon." Alex heads off to the utility closet for the bucket and quickly runs back to the storeroom for a few bottles of water. Since the washer and dryer for the bar towels are back here as well, might as well grab that too.
Before she can get too far, a small sensation on her hip pulls her off of the set task. She looks around making sure that she's completely alone. Taking out her knife, she admires the sleek technology it holds. The last update made sure that the only way to work it was with her own DNA marker; her thumbprint. She gently presses her thumb against the blade, near the hilt and a hologram screen comes to life across the top of the blade, like an overlay. "F-137. What do you have for me?" she whispers, quiet but angry. This was not a good time. The hologram, a woman with piercing green eyes and sandy colored hair, calmly announces that Alex has received her first assignment with the Guardians of Kerh. Many governments had access to Alex as a resource, but the very last people that she ever thought to contact her was Kerh. It must be a special case. "I'll forward the details to your wrist display. You will receive them in about 30 minutes. It will give you everything you need for the assignment. Do not disappoint or you will be hearing from him." *click*
Alex put the knife back in it's place and returned to the bar with the bucket, 2 water bottles and a clean towel from the dryer. "Oi, what'd ya do to the poor gal? She set down the gear and crossed her arms giving Clay the stern look that he had become so used to seeing.