05-10-2016, 12:37 PM
The girl entered the room, surveying the everything in minute detail. He saw the look she made wade as she glanced at the candles, a mixture of aspiration and pain. Damn Cookie.
Her eyes settled on him as the question rushed forth. Bowing slightly: My name be Manix Lir, I am the Captain of the "Storm Cloud", once my Fishing vessel now used or research and knowledge. I come from a small island West of here, north of the UK, where my family has been fishermen for more generations than I can count.
He gestures to the table. I know you are starved lass, the healing I did uses as much of ur strength as mine. So eat and I will try to answer ye questions. I don't stand on Grace or etiquette, and as much food as ye can eat, anything can be made is a available to ya. Just yell out "Cookie" and he will provide ye with whatever ye desire
. Seeing Cookie poke his head out at hearing his name, Manix gave him a a stern look, Cookie knew he was in for a tongue lashing over the candles. Cookie has amazing hearing.
As she sat down to eat, it was good to see not try to be formal, and just eat as much as she could hold. First off, tho not ur first question, the other man in the sewer is dead, by ur hand, not mine. As for what i did to you , I healed ye gunshot wound. I'm choosing to trust you, don't know why, maybe cause other than me crew i know no one else here.
Taking a Deep Breath he continued: I don't how or why I can do what I can do, but this same thing kill my sister. I'm convinced i can find the resources and knowledge I need here in Moscow. You, my lil Lass are a hunter, and I think you hunt my kind. If that be ye job, then i'll except a promise from ye, to leave me be and I will never hurt ya. Hunt me and will turn you into dust.
AS that simple statement came to a ends the a blue and white aura surround his face, stormy sea's.Manix never saw the aura and didn't control it nor knew about it. His crew would see it and stay clear.
Letting her soak in those thought he had come to a point he didn't want to admit to. While I was in ye body, healing, I found something in ur brain, a black mass of what I could only feel as hate and contempt. I made a quick decision and burned it out, then sealing the area so it would not spread. I feel I may have over stepped, but the pure feeling of hate was sickening, no lass should live with that.
He felt remorse, he hoped he did right, but only time would tell. So now missy, who are you and do i have ye promise so you can walk away or do you think we can find mutual ways to help each other?
Leaning back he sipped his Brandy. Taking out a cigar, carefully lighting it, he would dip in in a small shot glass of cognac before drawing in the relaxing smoke. He waited.
Her eyes settled on him as the question rushed forth. Bowing slightly: My name be Manix Lir, I am the Captain of the "Storm Cloud", once my Fishing vessel now used or research and knowledge. I come from a small island West of here, north of the UK, where my family has been fishermen for more generations than I can count.
He gestures to the table. I know you are starved lass, the healing I did uses as much of ur strength as mine. So eat and I will try to answer ye questions. I don't stand on Grace or etiquette, and as much food as ye can eat, anything can be made is a available to ya. Just yell out "Cookie" and he will provide ye with whatever ye desire
. Seeing Cookie poke his head out at hearing his name, Manix gave him a a stern look, Cookie knew he was in for a tongue lashing over the candles. Cookie has amazing hearing.
As she sat down to eat, it was good to see not try to be formal, and just eat as much as she could hold. First off, tho not ur first question, the other man in the sewer is dead, by ur hand, not mine. As for what i did to you , I healed ye gunshot wound. I'm choosing to trust you, don't know why, maybe cause other than me crew i know no one else here.
Taking a Deep Breath he continued: I don't how or why I can do what I can do, but this same thing kill my sister. I'm convinced i can find the resources and knowledge I need here in Moscow. You, my lil Lass are a hunter, and I think you hunt my kind. If that be ye job, then i'll except a promise from ye, to leave me be and I will never hurt ya. Hunt me and will turn you into dust.
AS that simple statement came to a ends the a blue and white aura surround his face, stormy sea's.Manix never saw the aura and didn't control it nor knew about it. His crew would see it and stay clear.
Letting her soak in those thought he had come to a point he didn't want to admit to. While I was in ye body, healing, I found something in ur brain, a black mass of what I could only feel as hate and contempt. I made a quick decision and burned it out, then sealing the area so it would not spread. I feel I may have over stepped, but the pure feeling of hate was sickening, no lass should live with that.
He felt remorse, he hoped he did right, but only time would tell. So now missy, who are you and do i have ye promise so you can walk away or do you think we can find mutual ways to help each other?
Leaning back he sipped his Brandy. Taking out a cigar, carefully lighting it, he would dip in in a small shot glass of cognac before drawing in the relaxing smoke. He waited.