Last Stop

[Nox]

Nox sipped at his beer missing home. It was funny how home became something completely different once you go back to where 'home' was before. The States had always felt like 'home' when he was in Moscow. Now everything was foreign to him, and Mexico was no different, he wanted to go home - the hunt called. Maybe that pack of chupacabras would be needed to get rid of some of the anxiety coursing through his body - and then there was the flight home.

But motion caught Nox's attention as the other man at the bar moved to sit down next to him. That wasn't creepy at all. And that feeling only went on when he leaned over and whispered. "I know what you did"


Nox turned towards the man and took him in, he was thin and not very athletic, almost look like he could be broken in half with a good gust of wind. Nox grinned. "I've done a great many things."
There was only one thing that he'd done that would be even worth mentioning. This man didn't look Atharim. And he didn't look Sentient, though he wasn't exactly sure that he could even tell, he doubted every Sentient was like Aria - cold and alone Asha hadn't been cold, but alone she was. However he was in the middle of the Atharim safe house there was no telling what could happen if he embraced the power.

"But since none of them are truly spectacular or worth mentioning you must mean only one thing."
Nox turned around to face away from the bar, holding his beer in the hand farthest from the other man and watched, taking in the rest of the scene as he leaned his elbows on the bar behind him. "But then again I did walk in."


The room looked relatively free of aggressors.. He was screwed either which way if the other were Atharim, and he really didn't want to be without his only weapon if he did turn out to be foe. But Nox couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet another like him or to show off either. Nox grabbed the power again. "This must be what you meant."


Edited by Nox, Jun 13 2016, 04:42 PM.