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5/19/2017 2:34:20 PM
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There was the sounds of a drink being lowered onto a table, and the sigh of someone having been satisfied with their drink.
""Sall I can do at this point...."
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The Hunter glanced in the direction of the voice, tugging his hood so the shadow covered most of his face and concealed his identity.
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the person was facing away from the hunter, seated at a booth. She wore a hood, which obscured her face and head, and was wearing armor on the rest of her body. She had a helmet on the table, and a rifle leaning on the seat
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Curious, he wondered for a second if he was seeing a fellow Hunter, but doubted it. "Wisp, scan fer o'er sources o' light in the area." He commanded, his Ghost immediately initiating the scan.
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It wasn't light, but it was some sort of magic. She kept drinking, sighing again
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Curious now, the Hunter picked up his drink and sauntered over. "Min' fer some company, stranger?" He asked, stopping near her seat.
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"I know you?" she asked tiredly
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"Naw. 'M pretty sure we're strangers." His voice had a completely care free sound to it, typical Hunter attitude.
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"Hmph." she said, looking down into her own drink. Oddly enough, goat's ears hung out of the hood, and the Hunter could see a glint of fangs
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He didn't seem to mind. "Name's Finn, 'suming ya care. If ya want a drinkin' partner, let me know. Can get migh'y lonely sittin 'lone." Some may have found his tone almost flirty, though that was not his intentions. In truth he was simply bored at the moment and wanted someone to talk to.
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"Sure." she said, continuing to drink
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Sitting across from her, he took a drink from his beer. "So... Wha's yer name, stranger?"
