[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Aaron Corrion]

Tom Kaurismaki, Christine
Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage
St Bridget's, after 1 am


[Christine]
Christine stares, white and silent, her heart
hammering in her ears. She is confused by the mixed
set of messages the strange guy seems to be sending.
This also scares her and as usual, being scared sparks
her temper. It's been a very long day full of very
strange experiences and she has no reserves left for
games or subtlety. Never her strong suit anyway.

"Hello, I'm harmless? Ignore the infra red eyes and
the shark teeth?" says Christine with desperate
sarcasm. Her hazel eyes seem to catch points of fire
from the candlelight. "Who are you?" she demands
brusquely. "Or should that be *what* are you? And what
do you want here?"

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"Harmless, huh?" Tom asked quickly, on the heels of Christine's questioning.
He must've been listening to her, since he was reacting to what she'd said,
but his question came VERY quick. His voice still maintained it's relaxed,
even tone as he continued to say, "You know, when you're interrogating
someone, you usually don't want to let them know you're harmless. You can
have that tip for free."

However, Tom did have the good grace to be embarassed; a blush was creeping
into his cheeks even as he launched that quip. Almost as if sensing his
mood, the ferret on Tom's left shoulder nosed into the hair behind his ear a
little, tickling him a little (although not enough to set him laughing). His
lips twitched a little, and he then said with a slight stammer that gave
away the awkward ground he had found himself on, "I-I'm just a guy. I
w-wanted to know who ran this place because I saw something wierd here once.
Sort of. Well, no, I'm pretty sure."

The ferret then leaned forward on Tom's shoulder towards Christine, sniffing
the air in it's rodent-like way; it's front legs went down on Tom's chest a
little, giving it the balance it needed to get it's snout just that much
closer to her. Tom glanced to the left for just a second, possibly breaking
eye contact with Christine (it was hard to tell with the sunglasses) for the
first time since they'd started talking.

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