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[wolverine9601]

It's late evening, the sun's down anyway, and Wolverine's out in the park. People don't tend to go out so often anymore and they certainly don't stop to talk to strangers so it's less noticeable that his claws keep sliding out and into a nearby tree or the ground, blood seeping down his knuckles. The memory of why he has metal claws, just what

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[kineticmachine]

Arlin's been scoping Chicago out, usually in the evenings. He isn't prowling around these parts looking for anything in particular, of course, just looking. Seeing what Chicago's got for him, in a few different terms. It's been awhile since he's been in the city.

He sees Luke from across the street, about a block away, and slows down. Kid looks human, but still intriguing. He stops at the end of the block, leaning on a car, and watches him.

Here, Luke, have a not!teenager creepily staring at you from the shadows.

[calicoway]

Luke has, even after his experience in another universe (a potential future of this world), not become the most attentive person, but doing what he does, he tends to know when people are staring at him. He has a sense for that sort of thing.

So he turns around until he finds the source and raises his eyebrows with a little, sexy smirk. Can't really help it. The sexy smirk happens automatically when he's... out looking for clients.

He finishes his cigarette as he walks over to him

"Ya need anythin'," he asks in that heavy, New Zealand accent of his.

[kineticmachine]

Arlin returns the smirk, though there's a good deal more sneer in his than Luke's. He doesn't stop leaning on the car, merely shifts a bit to keep Luke in front of him when the kid walks over. The movement also shifts the gun in his shoulder holster a bit, enough to tell him exactly what angle at which he needs to reach for it in case things should get ugly.

"Nothing in particular, no," he replies, perfectly polite. "Just scoping out the merchandise, as it were."

[calicoway]

Luke is more than used to people who carry guns, knives, etc. He carries nothing and can turn into a kitten or a horse. Arlin will soon learn that things don't get ugly with Luke, unless it's what his client wants.

He raises his eyebrows at that, not many people talk so... bluntly. Doesn't really bother him though, better than beating around the bush. Luke takes out his pack of cigarettes.

"Really?" Luke holds the pack out to Arlin, offering him one if he'd like it. "And what's your current assessment? Or is it still too soon to tell?"

[fearpersonified]

This wandering thing, he's taking to it. If only because it makes him a little more familiar with the city. It was certainly better than a map. While his colleague knew very much (or so it seemed), it was better to actually see things for his own.

He thinks to call a cab back to his home when he sees a young woman struggling with her groceries. He pauses for a moment, thinking to ignore it. However, he sighs and tucks his phone away in his suit jacket so that he might approach her, a friendly expression set.

"Would you like some help, miss? Looks like you're fighting a losing battle there." A sweet smile. C'mon. He's attractive, a little dorky looking and mysterious. What else could you want?

[smithnjones]

Martha glances at him and smiles, because yes, sweet smile and she is struggling with the bloody bags.

She's come to learn to be wary of strangers. All strangers. But getting help with the bags would help and this area always feels so safe to her. It's really bad to start getting comfortable.

"Uhm, sure! Actually, that would be fantastic. If it wouldn't be too much trouble. I should probably refrain from buying so much when I don't actually drive, here, but... I'm sort of new at the grocery shopping thing. Get excited."

[fearpersonified]

Laughing just softly, he takes one of the bags from her hand and readjusts the items in it so that they won't fall.

"Grocery shopping by ones self is always difficult, no matter how you go, I think. I assume you're shopping for more than one person?"

It seemed so, anyway. He's just making simple conversation right now. He wanted to get to know people all throughout the city. So that they would know him, and, if their operation needed anything, it would be easy to come about.

Connections were always nice. Especially when one does favors because then? You have something to hold above them. And payback was always a law he lived by.

[smithnjones]

"Yes. A whole house of people, actually. I think I'm the only one who enjoys grocery shopping though if not for me the rest of them wouldn't eat." And she laughs. "Ever."

Martha glances up at him, which is easier to do now that she only has one bag attempting to obscure her vision. She's tiny, but she can hold the one bag down lower, a bit, without it feeling like it'll topple out of her hands.

"Are you sure that it's not too much trouble? My house is still a couple blocks away, but... I mean I can give you a ride... wherever you need to go after. My way of saying thank you."

[asoultosave]

Bianca has finally accepted that there is Ward #2 and there's nothing she can do about it. Most guardians don't get the option for a second chance, but it's been happening more and more often or something.

Either way, she's wandering the halls of the fourth floor, because she's decided she needs to move up here to be closer to Vaughn, even if she likes the basement and misses it a little. She's attempting to find a stray room, which is easier said than done, actually.

So don't mind the tiny angel with her cardinal wings out, poking at rooms, and swearing under her breath at them a little, Ariel. She's harmless.

[wholelota_angel]

Ariel doesn't really mind it. Still if she can be of help to a fellow angel... or y'know, figure out what the hell she's doing... Ariel will certainly offer her services.

She walks over to her, eyebrows raised. Her own wings are and curved against her back.

"You need some help?"

[asoultosave]

Bianca had just decided that doors hate her and was wondering if it was possible to lose your calling and become a vengeance angel against inanimate objects like doors when Ariel spoke up.

She doesn't look at her at first, preferring to glare at the door insetad. "Empty room, which, you know, I probably should have asked about before deciding to poke every one in the hall, but logic and I don't have the best of relationships. I'm sure it cheated on me with my sister... Or it would have, if I had a sister." She shakes her head, turns to look at her, and registers her as an angel and gives her a toothy grin. "I'm in the middle of a strategic location shift. New ward and all that."

[wholelota_angel]

Ariel is amused by Bianca so she smiles in response to the grin and nods.

"I can definetly help you find a room. I got a good sense of what rooms are taken and what are empty." She pauses to amend herself, cause there is more than the fourth floor and the basement of the Conrad. "When it comes to the fourth floor, anyway, don't ask me about the rest of 'em cause I ain't got the head for all that. And when you own the hotel, you don't got to know anyway. You pay other people to."

She stretches her hand out.

"I'm Ariel Smith."

[powerisall]

Sonja's not really the sort of person to get on edge about people going missing, so it's a bit annoying that she's been occasionally wondering what the hell happened to Shep and who she might have to kill for it.

But, hey, never let it be said that she's not easily distracted from her pondering by guns. Granted, she's not exactly fond of men as a general rule, but most men in the Gauche aren't as bad as some of the ones she's met, so she's let up on that prejudice a bit.

She whistles as she approaches Roland. "Damn, hombre, I haven't seen a piece like that outside a cowboy movie, and even then, they're not nearly that classy."

Here Roland, have a mildly sociopathic little magess. Yet another person who loves you for your weapons. Or something.

[gunslingersai]

Roland looks up at her as she approaches, even before she says anything. He's used to people having more of a frightened reaction to the guns so having so many people have a more positive, awed reaction unnerves him slightly.

He ignores the words he doesn't understand. He's learned to do that.

"They were my father's," is what he does finally say. Roland holds the one in his hand and sets it aside. "But weighted for me, lady-sai."

And he winces when that word escapes. No one else knows it and they always question him, ask him if he's that Sharkesper guy.

"Would you like to hold one?" Only let them hold one and keep a good handle on the other. Just in case.

[powerisall]

She tilts her head at the unfamiliar word and wonders vaguely if it's an insult, but decides not to think about it. He's gotta be a wanderer from the way he's talking and those damn wanderers always have funny ways about them.

She kneels down a little and gives the gun an awed look. She's never really been much of a gun user- she's more creative than that- but weapons make her deliriously happy.

She holds her hand out. "Love to."

[gunslingersai]

Roland hands the gun over to her with some trepidation. He doesn't exactly get good vibes from her. Not that Roland receives vibes from people really. He's just learned to stay careful, always.

Never let his guard down.

He slides the other back into its holster. If anything were to happen, his hand shifts to his side, instinctively.

[technicallyiam]

Missy's on her way out of the Main Gauche to do a little shopping as opposed to a little killing, although if the shopping gets a bit boring, that may or may not be in the cards. Missy is, if anything, a creature of habit and her habit is, unfortunately gruesome murder, although she's been keeping it to places where people are less likely to notice a pattern. These days, people get killed by wild animals all the time, given the nature of the Rift and what comes through it. No one really suspects the stray hellhound.

She stops, however, when she notices Romeo, because... Well, he's cute for one thing. And definitely not human. And he smells kind of interesting.

Thus, much like a dog, Missy wanders over. "Hi! I haven't seen you around before, handsome."

If she had a tail, it would be wagging. Enjoy the cute Behemoth demon, Romeo.

[the_recruiter]

Romeo looks over when she speaks up and his lips slide into a very pleased smile.

Demon. Behemoth. Powerful.

He likes her already.

"I'm... new to the city. Still finding my way around, trying to decide where to settle down temporarily," he says, the Italian making it quite obvious that he's not only new to the city, but also, to the country. "I like this area. Always seem to meet the most interesting... individuals."

[technicallyiam]

"Love the accent," Missy grins, clasping her hands together behind her back and grinning. "Always had a soft spot for Italy even with the archangels running around."

Yeah, Missy doesn't really miss much. She tends to get a good read on people just from all those years of working with clients of all sorts.

She snorts. "Yeah, interesting's the word all right, but nice if you don't mind demons, which I don't." Obviously.

[the_recruiter]

"Italy will always be my home. No matter how far away I am," Romeo smiles to himself. "And no matter how many archangels run around there thinking they can keep the country in control."

The fact that she's been to Italy being a demon, despite the archangels there is even more impressive to him.

"Neither do I." Romeo flashes her a grin that shows just a glint of those sharp teeth. Enough so that he doesn't have to say vampire. "I've worked with many demons. They always get the job done. One way or another."

Not always agreed with how they got it done, but at least, they got it done. And in comparison to the Organization's current leadership... he really can't complain about the way some demons get things done.