Tsitua walked beside the girl, descending the stairs at her speed while she talked. "Ah, that lack of trust." He commented, mostly to himself. "Victor will sync your phone to mine. You lack the coding for me to just input my number."
As if he was listening as they spoke, a set of characters appeared in the space where he would have typed his information. To Amuné they would probably just look like a jumble of marks not unlike Asian characters, but more foreign. More ancient. The information locked in, and Tsitua gave her a hard look. "Share that with anyone, especially government, and the consequences will be great. Our anonymity is vital to maintaining peace on this world." He had purposely hinted at her that this was not the
only world, but it was unlikely she would pick up on that just yet. "A very select few in powerful places know about us. We are under orders to keep it this way." He shifted his pace, descending the stairs ahead of her.
He stopped outside on the sidewalk and lit another cigarrette, drawing deep and letting the chemicals perfuse into his system. "Oh, one more thing.." He looked around, cut his audio connection to his team and spoke in an extremely low tone next to her ear, "Can you direct me to a flower shop?" He asked.
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Orion caught his Leader's nod, as well as his neural message. Once the others had exited the establishment he popped the next finger just as sickeningly at the last. In truth, it was one mannerism that he had never been able to shake. It had stayed with him, and probably always would. These days were good. As long as he stayed fed, he was fine. Other than his usual, solemn, almost sad and quiet demeanor, he was fairly sane. The problem was, ever since his change, he no longer craved humans like before. He still needed them to survive, but the real cravings were for the flesh of demons. They were the fillet mignon of people. He had to have one a month, along with a human body every week, or the hunger would come. Normal ghoul's survive for a month on one body, but the amount of chakra that his body used with his.. line of work caused him to need to eat more often
He let out a quiet sigh through his nose and hailed the vampire waitress, "Excuse me, miss?" He asked, attempting to beckon her over to him. He didn't particularly like this, but as a full fledged Blood Warrior, and holder of the legendary nickname "Blankface", Orion would escape and evade whatever they threw at him.
Blankface was who Orion was before all of this. Before Jack, before Aurian, before Sybil, he was the most famous ghoul since Centipede. He wore a blank, white mask, and was known among the Doves as the fastest ghoul alive. He could hit Mach 1 back then. He was even faster now.
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