Victor and Kyle smile a little, showing too many teeth. Their both puzzled by the scent hitting their nostrils, but Victor's got a bit more self control in social circumstances, and tugs Kyle back a bit as he was about to get closer. "Not now, boy," he essentially growls.
And Cassie will smile back, gleefully ignoring the 'omgthisisadangeroussituationwoman' alarm going off in her head. This place's got AVF, right? She can be curious to her pretty little heart's content. But she's all of a sudden very happy Sunkist didn't follow her into the Nexus this time.
"From what I can tell, it's outside Barcelona? They have some sort of Carnival once a year. John was there in February, I think. Had a grand ol' time."
She was not going to grin. She was not. Oh, hell. "Carnival is over till next year, anyway. Though the leather would probably be appropriate. And the collar. It's got beaches and a hot nightlife, if you're into that sort of thing."
And for a second, she's going to go into Respectable Woman mode. "I'm Casciel, by the way. And you are?" Pardon her if she doesn't reach out her hand for a nice firm shake.
...Alrighty, Cassie knows she shouldn't be charmed by a damned smile, but there it is. This is the reason she stays out of the Nexus: she's easily charmed.
She's also a little taken aback at Victor's question, having a limited knowledge of mutants - and no experience with this one. "How'd you know? I'm a hybrid - dragon and elf."
"Dragon, eh? Only dragon I ever smelled before... well, they just call that brat's little spacepest a dragon because they don't know what the damn thing is."
"Place called Sanctuary. One of the non-human cities in our particular Reality. Ours is in France." Which would explain the accent, even if it's a little odd sounding. French, but not quite french..
"Heh. I've heard a lot of French accents. Mostly the damn Queebs and their American country cousins -- " A contemptuous glare over in the general direction of Remy. "But hell, one of Magsie's little cultists curses in this fricking weird French if something gets him riled enough. But I've never heard an accent quite like yours."
Cassie will just nod like she knows what the fuck he's talking about. "Guess we're a trifle isolated back home. I used to get weird looks from my business associates." Why yes, she's going to take that as a compliment. It makes her smile. "So where are you from, Victor? And your friend there? Where's Kyle from?" Polite Cassie is polite, and she's not asking why the hell he's on a lead.
"We're from Canada. Couldn't really tell you which part, either of us. My brain made it out of the lab better than The Mutt here's, but never did get the details back."
He snickers. "My business associates never give anything weird looks. Especially the old Austrian frails. Can't surprise them. Ever." Victor's feeling terribly talkative today for some reason.
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"That's, uh, Spain, eh?"
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"From what I can tell, it's outside Barcelona? They have some sort of Carnival once a year. John was there in February, I think. Had a grand ol' time."
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And for a second, she's going to go into Respectable Woman mode. "I'm Casciel, by the way. And you are?" Pardon her if she doesn't reach out her hand for a nice firm shake.
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"So what are you? 'Cause you definitely ain't human."
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She's also a little taken aback at Victor's question, having a limited knowledge of mutants - and no experience with this one. "How'd you know? I'm a hybrid - dragon and elf."
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He snickers. "My business associates never give anything weird looks. Especially the old Austrian frails. Can't surprise them. Ever." Victor's feeling terribly talkative today for some reason.
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