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Post by citizenmike on Nov 22, 2009 10:58:40 GMT -5
Sara considered the situation for a moment. Unless it was truly meant to be, she couldn't have Damon interacting with anyone. "Was this before you became Damon, the Winged Warrior?", Sara asked.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 22, 2009 11:05:07 GMT -5
Daemon nodded, "that is the greatest man I know. Myself, he is the original Winged Warrior: Leon Wolfe. That man fought off armies alone, he formed a unified Purgatory, he beautified the place... he did more that you can imagine," Daemon said. He gazed at Leon as he drank; he did want to see himself, find more out and learn faster but he relented, he felt unprepared.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 22, 2009 11:15:31 GMT -5
"I guess if we went in causally, we can talk to him. But under any circumstances, he can not know who we are.", Sara said as she motioned for the door.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 22, 2009 11:18:18 GMT -5
Daemon nodded and entered the bar, as he did Leon took slight notice but waved it as nothing and continued sipping his drink. It was as if he was waiting for someone, Daemon could sense it. Who? That was the question.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 22, 2009 11:20:51 GMT -5
Sara motioned Daemon her way and took a seat beside Leon. Looking at the bartender, she asked, "Can I have three beers? One for me, my friend over there, and my new friend beside me.". Sara swung her seat as she crossed her legs and reached out a hand to Leon, "Hello there.".
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 22, 2009 16:54:08 GMT -5
"Hello Miss, that's very kind of you to buy me a drink. I am Leon," Leon said as he turned his seat slightly, his piercing gray eyes looking Sara and Daemon straight in their faces; he was doing more than being polite. Daemon could sense it, he was analyzing us and trying to figure out who we, a trait typical for him to do.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 22, 2009 22:01:06 GMT -5
Sara extended her hand to him and said, "You are very welcome... And my name is Hope, and behind me is Bradley. We're new to these parts.".
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 23, 2009 2:43:35 GMT -5
Leon nodded as he shook Sara's hand with a firm grasp of . Daemon knew he was suspicious, he could tell by the dilation of an eye or through movement if people were lying or something was not right.
"Its good to have new people around. I am going to introduce you both to my friend when she arrives. She is a very important figure in this city and being familiar with her won't do harm" smiled Leon, "and perhaps I can do an introductory of the city."
Daemon nodded, "so Leon, how long have you been here?"
"A couple of years. I am not a permanent resident but a friend of Animus; a guest at times though I have a house here and I can navigate around the pretty well."
Daemon fell silent and could not help but wonder what Leon's business was in Animus. He desperately wanted to blurt out the question but had to restrain himself to avoid further suspicion.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 23, 2009 7:49:14 GMT -5
Sara drew her hand back and replied, "That sounds wonderful!". Deep within, Sara began to wonder who Leon was referring to. An important figure... It couldn't be, not with a chance like this... Could it?
Sara turned away and took a long sip off her beer.
"Leon, it's good to see you."
Sara turned towards the sound of the familiar voice and saw her standing by the door. It was mother... In her previous life. Nica Merchant as she was once known.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 23, 2009 7:56:07 GMT -5
Leon stood up gracefully and approached the priestess,being courteous as usual he bowed to her, his smile never ceasing.
"Priestess, it is good to see you. I assume we have important topics to discuss but as for now, we have guests. I suppose we can resume our serious talk later, lets relax and have a drink for now," Leon said leading her to face Sara and Daemon, "these two are new, this is Hope and that's Bradley."
Daemon nodded, even more bewildered. What was a priestess of Animus doing with the Winged Warrior? The thought did not cohere in Daemon's mind. That is when he realized, his duties sometimes also extend beyond Purgatory and into the Heavens and Hells... But Animus wasn't anything 'that divine,' why would Wingy interfere or support any mysterious cause and why with the priestess or Animus's religious society?
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 23, 2009 8:06:47 GMT -5
Nica gave Leon a warm smile and said, "Leon, we have known each other for years. Please, there is no need for such proper formalities.".
"Priestess, it is good to see you. I assume we have important topics to discuss but as for now, we have guests. I suppose we can resume our serious talk later, lets relax and have a drink for now," Leon said leading her to face Sara and Daemon, "these two are new, this is Hope and that's Bradley." "A drink is what I happen to need at the moment.", Nica said as she approached Bradley and Hope with an open hand. "It's always a pleasure to meet new travelers to the city."
Sara took The Priestess' hand and said, "And in turn it is a pleasure to meet you.".
The Priestess grew a larger smile. There was something about that girl Hope, something strangely familiar.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 23, 2009 8:11:47 GMT -5
Leon grinned as he took a seat, he was accustomed to formalities it came with his enthusiasm and demeanor. "Anything you would like? I am treating," he said and smiled at everyone especially Daemon.
Leon's innate keen senses knew that there was aspects he could feel and see in Daemon that he fondly admired of himself. It was these vibes that made the him amiable around the company he was with. His suspicion was starting to boom and Daemon knew he would soon find out.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 23, 2009 8:22:54 GMT -5
"Whiskey, thank you.", The Priestess replied as she took a seat beside Leon and Sara. Turning to Daemon, she said, "Don't be shy, come over.".
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 23, 2009 8:28:14 GMT -5
Daemon hesitated but eventually gave in and sat beside Nica;it was quite unusual for him to be shy for he was loud one most of the time.
"I am fine with what I have," Daemon said softly.
"Kid, relax, your with fine company," Leon said.
Kid... Daemon was old enough to not be called Kid. Leon knew something, maybe he figured it out by now. Or not. Daemon knew he'd have to probe Leon to speak his mind.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 23, 2009 8:33:48 GMT -5
There's something strange about the girl; there was just something so familiar about her. Nica couldn't place it, but what she did know, was there was a bond of some kind. "So, tell me Hope, where are and Bradley from?".
Sara stumbled with words for a moment... She didn't quite know what to say; wherever it was, it had to be near and it had to compensate for her features. "Los Angeles.", Sara replied with a smile. "Bradley and I are picking out vacation spots for our honeymoon.".
"And you're about to chose Animus?", Nica asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Well, it was in the way. And for something rather modern, it does have its charms... A certain quality. Why do you ask?".
"No reason, but Animus is the last city I'd expect for a romantic getaway of sorts.".
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