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May 26, 2009 22:37

WHO: Cavil and Xena.
WHERE: Just outside the prison.
WHEN: 5/26, early evening.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Cavil thinks Xena looks a little too much like someone he knows back home. It's time to investigate this bullshit. >:|
FORMAT: Paragraph.

( brother had shown no remorse for his crimes )

† xena | warrior princess, *complete, † brother cavil | number one

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atoningforsin May 27 2009, 03:17:27 UTC

It had been a very long day, Xena thought to herself as she walked out of the prison. Bad enough that not one but three inmates had thrown food at her, but she also sported a few bruises and scratches from a brawl she'd had to break up. Fantastic.

It reminded her of home, almost.

She'd been able to remove all the food from her clothing, but was much the worse for wear. A shower was in order, and dinner. Yes.

As she headed outside, she picked yet another piece of food out of her hair, with a disgusted noise.

bestmachine May 27 2009, 03:55:23 UTC

Cavil arrived at the prison more or less the moment Xena left its gates, which was what he had planned all along. He watched her for a moment before approaching, this inconspicuous fly on the wall, this harmless looking old man with the brown trench coat and leather shoes. He knew this was where he could find her. Of course he knew. He didn't only memorize the streets, for frak's sake. He was well-prepared.

Of course, he wasn't prepared to run into her in the City in the first place. Xena might have been her own woman, but to Cavil, she was a fraud. A mistake. A bug he had failed to clean up months ago, even though he swore he fumigated the place to high heavens. She looked exactly like a million someones from his world whose lives he locked away in a cold, unlabeled room and never expected to see again. She was a danger. Maybe.

"Excuse me," he said, stepping towards her. Following.

atoningforsin May 27 2009, 03:57:13 UTC

She noticed the old man in the coat before he spoke, but paused at the sound of his voice.

"Yes?" she asked, turning to face him fully. Even in modern clothing, she carried a sword, the worn hilt peeking over one shoulder.

"Can I help you?"

bestmachine May 27 2009, 04:11:07 UTC

He stopped when she stopped, and then raised his hands nonchalantly, palms exposed. A casual I'm not armed. I come in peace. It was a habit.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I don't mean to bother you. You're Xena, aren't you? Of 'Greece?'"

The word 'Greece' was foreign on his lips. You could practically hear the quotation marks.

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