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X, wearing jeans and a tank top (hush, she's trying to 'blend in'), is seated at the bar.

The remains of a meal are in front of her.

She's got one iPod earbud in her ear, and she's frowning a little as she listens to music.

Blame the lyrics.

She is having trouble with metaphors.

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[un_fallen]

There's a scruffy-looking guy looking idly around the bar from a nearby corner. At least, it seems like that's what he's doing.

When his gaze lands on her, though, it becomes quite a bit less idle. He blinks, then stares. It's a bad habit.

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X's head tilts a little as she scents the air.

It's a little . . . scorched.

She turns, shoulders tense, expression impassive.

Beat.

"Hello."

[un_fallen]

"Evening," Raguel says automatically.

"Sorry if I was staring. I don't think about it till it's too late."

He laughs, but it sounds a little forced.

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X shrugs, one-shouldered and awkward.

"I do not mind."

Beat.

"You do not smell right."

He doesn't sound right, either.

She is still wary.

[un_fallen]

"I, uh. I'm not exactly what I look like," he says slowly. It's not hard to see that it's best to take it easy with this one, metaphorically speaking: hands up, no sudden movements.

"Not human, I mean."

He's glimpsed her around the bar before now; he figures he's not the first non-human she's encountered. Or the first who was honest enough to say so.

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X tilts her head a little, studying him.

"You are not a mutant."

Unless he is not from her world.

She is not sure.

[un_fallen]

"Not exactly, no."

Whatever the hell that means.

"Angel. Have you heard of those?"

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X blinks.

"Oh."

Beat.

"Yes. But you are not wearing robes."

[un_fallen]

"I'm in disguise," he says, truthfully enough. "But, uh. We don't actually wear robes where I come from. I think that's just something that artists made up because they thought they looked nice."

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X considers all of this.

Then--

"What is your mission?"

She only has a few contexts for the word 'disguise'.

[un_fallen]

He blinks. Nobody's ever been quite that direct about it.

"Well, uh. My function is Vengeance, if that's what you mean."

Maybe it comes out a little easier when he's talking to another killer.

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"Okay."

X does not blink. She does not seem very disturbed at all.

"I am a weapon, too."

[un_fallen]

"I'm no--" he begins, but in spite of what he'd like to believe, at times that is exactly what he is. He looks at the girl more with pity, now, than curiosity.

"And do you have a mission?"

He's not sure he wants to know, but it seems only polite.

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X considers this.

"I did."

Many times.

[un_fallen]

"But not now?" he asks. Must be nice, finishing and being done with it. For a while, anyway.

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"Now it is mine."

She blinks, expression impassive.

"I protect people."