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“Oh-” Clarice waved her hand in the air dismissively, the colour continuing to tint her cheeks, but appearing more like a happy accident and not a display of embarrassment. “-Dont’ worry ‘bout that.” she replied, offering him a smile. Not that she had anything to feel embarrassed about, she thought to herself. She had come along way from dank cellars and a man in a blue boiler suit….at least she thought she had. Her head throbbed when she thought about it. It all felt like a hazy dream, vivid but dull, lingering in the back of her skull like the beginnings of a headache.

So, to distract herself, Clarice focused all of her attention on him, saving a little for the mechanical motions of lifting her cup, sipping it and then lowering it back down. “That’s…” Clarice racked her brain for a fitting description before a grin, bright and breezy split her face. “-…definitely somethin’” she told him with a chuckle. “-though i suppose you can be as arrogant as you wanna’….if you can fry someone’s face of with a click’a your fingers.” Clarice said. “Nah-” she answered his question with a shake of her head and shrug of her shoulders, settling into a comfy back and fourth with the stranger. “-workin’ for one now though, ain’t met them yet…so that’ll be interesting, thanks for the heads up.”

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The tint to her cheeks made him chuckle. It was cute, the way her face flushed, and he did enjoy the sight, the distraction of having her there. Clarice was right, she had nothing to feel embarrassed about, it wasn’t like she knew anything about him. As far as he knew, they came from completely different worlds. Even in his own world, it wasn’t likely she would of known his name, he didn’t think of his influence as being that great. While there were so many things he was happy to leave behind, he found that they continued to haunt him no matter how long he spent there, among gods and creatures. It was just something that new horrors would have to replace after some time, he hoped.

❝ Arrogant’s one way to put it. Never seen the face frying thing, really don’t want to be around when that starts happening. ❞ When she said that she was working for a god, his face showed the surprise he felt. True, he was working for Death and a crazy valkyrie seer that talked in ADHD riddles, but a god employing a human was interesting. ❝ Those fingers start sparking, I’d run, ❞ he joked, shaking his head as he reached for his neglected coffee cup. ❝ So what’d you do before all this started? Is it what you’re doing now? Working for gods? Or powers unknown? ❞

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Clarice shrugged, settling back against the chair she had taken up beside him. “Don’t worry about it.” She smiled softly “-i know what its like to get on a good tangent. You cant come of it or it’ll fuck your day up-” she stopped, flushed scarlet and scratch the back of her neck “-shit sorry, i didn’t mean to…” she trailed of and glanced to her left, away from the sharp gaze of his that had fallen on her face. It was like being under a spotlight, glaring and bright. Clarice wouldn’t admit it, though she was flustered.

Clarice laughed aloud, nodding her head in agreement. “I guess so.” She took another sip of coffee and eventually, dark eyes found his face again, this time she held on, like hooks into soft flesh. “I’m sure you got some interesting stories about them sorts’a folk.” she said, southern drawl creeping into her words like a fog, though she hardly noticed. “-i ain’t met one yet, just regular old, bog standard humans for me.” Clarice turned ever so slightly, her torso now facing him. “If you dont mind me askin’” she dared to venture, voice lowering as if afraid one would hear her “…what are the gods like?”

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❝ That about sums it up, ❞ Lax agreed, but he looked curiously at her when she blushed, feeling a pang of guilt over the color on her face. ❝ Didn’t mean to make it an accusatory statement, not like you knew, ❞ was where he stopped his reply. There were enough nightmares over certain things still plaguing him, and he really didn’t feel like sharing them with her and baring his soul, they had just met. Hell, he didn’t even know her name. So he would just try and keep comforting himself with the knowledge that he’d been able to stop more atrocities from being committed, instead of letting himself dwell on those he was forced to witness. At least while in public.

The cooled bit of caffeine in his cup still wasn’t enough, but he would make do for the moment, downing that last bit of coffee that never tasted as good once it go to room temperature. His azure gaze met her umber one, wondering which part of his statement had gained her interest. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he set the empty mug aside and thought about it. ❝ I’ve only seen them act like us so far. Temperamental, powerful, but they squabble with their families or get frustrated and tired. Not like what I thought they’d be. Thinking of trying to snag an interview with one? ❞

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Clarice watched him for a moment, unable to shake the feeling that she had done this before. Watched someone so intently until their features blurred with hers, watched someone until the world around his head blurred to nothing and it was just him and her. She remembered watching someone to the point that nothing in the world could have compared to the curve of his jaw and the rabid thoughts in his head.

This stranger was all that and more. The deja vu was startling.

Clarice took a sip of her coffee, gloved hands tight upon the little cardboard protector and tried to ignore the gnawing in her gut. “So you write.” Clarice replied suddenly, a genuine smile stretching her face. “-cool. I write too.” she shrugged “-though i’m not great. I prefer fact over fiction but-” another shrug under the camel hair coat “-but money is money is money right? gotta’ publish what’s popular with the kids these days.” she forced a laugh before a wary silence had her clearing her throat loudly.

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His eyes were transfixed on the screen of the tablet before him, its contents. It was the decree, and they wanted him to add it to the publication that he was about to begin. Being on the payroll of the Council, he wasn’t sure that it was the cleanest job he’d ever done, but he hoped to come out of it with less scars than he usually did.

❝ Yeah, sorry. I talk out loud when I think. Tried to start a conversation with you and got lost in thought again. My bad, ❞ he admitted with a chuckle. ❝ Yeah, I guess. Kinda wish I could make it without wanting to scrub my computers clean. ❞ More of his stories had been done in an audio/visual form, but he was getting back to his roots with The Council, writing in print for them. He was starting to miss his cameras. ❝ Trying to find that line between fact and fiction. But when you have actual Gods walking around and vampires buying you drinks, gets really blurred. You know? ❞

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“No, I don’t want company,” the hunter states, letting calloused digit trace around the rim of his glass. not entirely intelligent of him to perch at the bar, especially with the bounty to his name——- not a new turn of events in the supernatural world, he’s always been ‘ wanted ‘ in all forms of the word.

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❝ Been told more than once that I’m not good at boundaries, ❞ was Lax’s reply as he dropped into the seat, flicking ash from the tip of his cigarette. ❝ Did you know about this stuff? Before? Thought it was all urban legends and bedtime stories to make kids behave, silly Halloween bullshit. ❞ His world was turned upside down with one misstep into a whole new world of crazy.

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❝ I never believed in this stuff before, you know? I mean, the world had its own monsters, they were just human, but they were the stuff of nightmares. Then one day, I’m walking through my living room and then I’m standing in the middle of the woods. ❞ Shaking his head in disbelief, Lax rubbed at his chin, still coming to terms with it. ❝ Thought they’d have thrown me back or something. Apparently they want a journalist to write their stories, keep the public image good or fearful or some shit. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. ❞

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