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Who: Leon - Anyone who wishes to bother him
Where: Entry Way
When: Day 1
What: Arrival
Warnings: Leon's a trained combatant, so expect the possibility he might pull a weapon on you if you startle him. Otherwise, he has a smart mouth sometimes, so do enjoy.

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[sparkys_fire]

Liz was also no stranger to these strange events that life tossed her way. What was strange however was being ready for one mission with the guys and ending up sliding, dropping out of no where and into a room. She gasped as she realized she wasn't at the HQ, spinning around to stare at the door, backing up into the room a bit, hand leveling to rest on her gun belt and dropping to the communicator. She flicked it on, a signal to tell the others she was around and come and get her. It also opened up communication channels that... didn't seem to work.

It also took her a moment to realize someone else was there, though at the moment she didn't have a good look at who. Her eyes adjusting to the new light of the room she frowned. "Hello? Blue? Is that you?" No, it most definitely didn't look a thing like Abe, but who could it be?

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Well, there was something somewhat new and different for his usual luck; the first person he happened to see, a woman it seemed, was actually a person and not some strange creature who had very little idea of who or what it was, if it had ever been human to begin.

However, that didn't stop Leon from shifting his own hand just slightly as he saw where the woman's was located, prepared to draw his own gun if necessary, even as he answered her question. "I have no idea who 'Blue' is, but it isn't me. Who are you?"

Hey, courtesy could come later. Right now, information was more important.

[sparkys_fire]

She had come from a brightly lighted hall way into this dim room, so it had taken a moment to get adjusted to the light. Upon seeing him though she was sure she had never met him before. Her eyes scanned him, noticing the lack of BPRD logos. Not one of out agents.

Standing braced and ready, her free hand stayed to the side, a burning sensation in the palm of her hand was welcoming, though not a flame or color could be seen yet. It was more for her own comfort then anything else. She didn't shift her hand away from the gun however. Not yet. This situation was far too weird to relax yet.

"I might ask you the same question." She spoke carefully, eyes looking the man up and down for other signs to tell her who he might be.

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Whoever she was, she was about as careful as him. Her hand remained at her side, and she seemed busy sizing him up, although considering his method of dress she probably wouldn't get a whole lot unless she could read subtler details, ones which would inform her that Leon had had some form of special training.

Still, given the situation, and his lack of wanting to start trouble when it wasn't necessary, he responded to the question of name first, hoping she'd return it after. "Name's Leon S. Kennedy."