[A woman in Druid garbs from a different time isn't going to outright understand the device or how to work it, much less where that voice comes from. It's not in Gaelic or Welsh. It doesn't make sense at first, but as her mind processes it. Almost automatically, the woman in white turns to where that noise came from, wordlessly, ever so predatory.]
[Hanna likes doing his late night walks in the City. He also likes visiting the cemetery and talking to the dead people, despite the fact he knows they're not zombies and they're not his bff and they can't hear him. He just finds it very calming.
So he's walking back from that, whistling and looking up at the stars, before he quite literally walks into the woman in white, stumbling backwards.]
Oops! Aw, man, I'm sorry, I wasn't...paying attention...
[The almost demonic aura finally hits him, and he shudders, eyes wide.]
[The woman in white notices that scent and further indication feels that he's human. Well, that's strange, isn't it? It wouldn't be uncommon for a warrior to have that scent, but there's something entirely different. Humans don't warrant anything threatening wave of her spear, just glowering from underneath the hood. Strangely dressed, but this is what you get for stumbling into a strange world.
[What in the hell. The woman gets angry enough to pull off her hood -- good job. The white hair and red eye she has is something she doesn't show that often. She doesn't hurt people, although she's not afraid to shoo off. With her hood down, she looks less threatening, at least?
She also shouldn't be understanding that strange tongue. Asking what she is? Right? She glares; the grinning isn't the reaction she wants.]
What are you smiling for?
[For all the frustration and the mounting tension of her demonic blood, it finally mounts for her to say something not in Gaelic, in a thick Welsh accent.]
Not the reaction I would except from a human to see a Nephilim.
[She's slightly irritated by this, but the half-demon woman can't dwell on this for long. That's fine, then, she's going to move further away from a large mass of people.]
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Welcome to the City.
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You'll need this thing later.
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Begone if you're too cowardly to show your face.
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So he's walking back from that, whistling and looking up at the stars, before he quite literally walks into the woman in white, stumbling backwards.]
Oops! Aw, man, I'm sorry, I wasn't...paying attention...
[The almost demonic aura finally hits him, and he shudders, eyes wide.]
...woah.
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Still, she's speaking in Gaelic-]
Don't come near me.
[Of course, she's taking a step back.]
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Oh, woah...
[Is it rude to ask what she is? He'll probably do it anyway.]
What are you?
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She also shouldn't be understanding that strange tongue. Asking what she is? Right? She glares; the grinning isn't the reaction she wants.]
What are you smiling for?
[For all the frustration and the mounting tension of her demonic blood, it finally mounts for her to say something not in Gaelic, in a thick Welsh accent.]
Not the reaction I would except from a human to see a Nephilim.
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(OOC - feel free to sense that something is sometimes watching)
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[ooc; OHO, she will.]
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Puts the newcomer well out of viewing range. Network feed is of minor help. Will have to rely primarily on the casting out of his senses to 'watch'.]
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[Not cool to torment the Nephilim, who's trying her best to keep her composure, here.]
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