Danger Scavenger. [Open]

[{ Ahrima]

Ahrima
I often think it's nothing but a coffin.
Gotta get wreck 'till our necks never swing on a rope.

It was approximately four in the morning, according to the small pocket watch that Ahrima pulled out of the golden-lined pocket of his waistcoat. The blonde boy walked at a brisk pace, down one of the narrow streets of the city, which was littered with humans of all sizes and shapes. Ahrima knew the sun was bid to rise in about two hours, and he had to complete what he had come out here to do before then, or the humans would see him and wonder about him. Just as they wondered about every other "odd" individual they saw. Every person that went missing. Every case they reported that seemingly got tossed aside. They were so narrow-minded. They had not a clue. And they never would. As long as the inhumans around here kept a low profile. Which they always did.

Ahrima knew that he was risking everything that the head vampire and werewolf had created. He knew he was in huge trouble if he did get caught, because everything that he had would be destroyed along with the illusions that hid the inhumans from the filthy humans. But he had done it before; what was once more? He turned suddenly down an alleyway that held a large dumpster-like structure. Looking both ways down the narrow path, he hoisted himself up to look over the edge. He would be quite a sight if anyone had stumbled upon him. Dressed in clothes that were out of date for anyone in the city, and halfway inside of a trash bin. He reached out his hands and sifted through the garbage. Nothing. There was nothing of his use in there. He had to move quickly.

He dropped down to the ground once again, and this time jogged down the street a few seconds before turning inside another alley. Doing the exact same thing that he had done with the last trash bin, he reached his gloved hands into the mess and felt around. Finally, the small, golden chains on the back of his black gloves made a small clink against something in the dumpster. Something metal. Putting one of his booted feet against the wall of the trash container, he pulled and jerked at the metal object he had his hands on. It wouldn't budge. He pulled harder and harder, pushing both of his feet against the metal of the trash bin. And finally, the object broke free from the other garbage, and sent Ahrima to the ground on his backside as the bicycle frame clattered loudly to the ground. Shit. What if someone heard him? He looked around before scooting over to grab the metal frame.

[~Zanna~]

Floating flocks of candle swans

The night breeze made Zanna's hair flutter softly around her face, she raised her hand to brush it behind her ear. Her random wandering had brought her to the heart of the city, and she had absolutely no idea why she was out so late as it was. No one in their right mind would be out here at such a time. Even if anyone was out, it wouldn't be in the area which contained so many humans. Like most people here, she held contempt for them. They were so stupid and close-minded. She didn't particularly care that they were powerless and pitiful. Although even she had a hard time not holding that opinion, it just didn't hinder her attitude towards them. But Zanna could not tolerate stupidity.

Her leather moccasins made no sound as she shuffled down the middle of the narrow road. The street lights made her silky grey clothes shimmer a little, and cast a faint shine on her silvery hair. Casually looking around at the somewhat unimpressive buildings, peering in the occasional alleys, she saw an odd shape silhouetted in one. Drawing closer out of curiosity, she saw that it was a dumpster, but someone was messing around with the garbage. Now who would be out here in the first place, let alone in an alley, messing with trash? What logic was there to that? Zanna stopped a short distance from the alley, and cocked her head to the side in confusion. This was an odd person.

She walked up to just inside the cover of shadows, debating whether to bother this estranged person while he was foraging for various unknowns. But then he fell out noisily, in a comical way. As she scooted over to grab the object which had made the loud noise, she approached and kind of loomed over him. Zanna smiled curiously, and it was somewhat friendly. Hopefully this wasn't some volatile guy who would attack her for no apparent reason, other than intruding upon space or whatever. Being a bit of a pacifist herself, this was another type of person she had trouble tolerating. But hey, as they say, curiosity did kill the cat. Let's hope she wasn't the cat in this situation.

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[{ Ahrima]

Ahrima
I often think it's nothing but a coffin.
Gotta get wreck 'till our necks never swing on a rope.

Ahrima continued to be on the ground, with his right hand splayed out on the ground by his side for balance, and the other reaching out for the bicycle frame. Just as he wrapped his fingers around the colorful-but-rusted piece of metal, he felt a looming figure standing over him. He craned his neck to look upwards at the face of this figure, only to have his large goggles that were previously sitting on the top of his yellow-blonde hair fall down and cover his eyes. Through the thick lenses, Ahrima could see the cloudy blue eyes of a pretty face. Not bothering to raise his comically large goggles up on his head again, his mouth dropped open a little. "Uh-" He started to make sound, but no words could come out. This girl was unlike anyone he'd seen before. Especially her clothing. He briefly wondered what type of fabric it was.

Suddenly, gaining his wit back, Ahrima sighed and pushed his goggles back up to his hair, pushing the fluff of bangs back with it. "Let's face it." he said, "This isn't the worst thing you could have caught me doing." His comment was followed with a toothy, wolfish grin, showing off his fang-like teeth. He scooted back a bit, then jumped to his feet in front of the girl. He examined the object he now held in his hands. Its chipping yellow paint was faded, but it was in pretty good shape. As long as he scrubbed all of the rust off, it would make perfect scrap metal. He glanced back up to the girl standing in front of him. This was the part where he planned to turn into a wolf and go running off back to his hideout in the woods, but he couldn't really do that now. Even though this creature didn't smell human, he didn't just want to run away.

[~Zanna~]

Floating flocks of candle swans
When the young man - or perhaps even a child, although he was undoubtedly a child compared to her - looked up at her, she had stifle a giggle as his headgear fell over his face. He seemed at a small loss for words, which she also found slightly amusing. Zanna was glad she wasn't anti-social like some people you saw here. Like alot of people you saw anywhere nowadays. Everyone was either a bully, or just an outcast. Another thing that bugged her, which kind of went along with her distaste for conflict. But this person seemed to be nice enough. He regained his composure and cleared his face of the abnormally large goggles which had fallen, as well as the stray hair. "Let's face it. This isn't the worst thing you could have caught me doing."

"Oh, I'm sure it's not. I could think of many things that would be worse. But let's not think about those, shall we?" Zanna spoke sweetly. Not in a patronizing voice though. She didn't feel like offending this person. Speaking of which, she was getting a little annoyed with not being able to identify him other than 'this person'. Would it be a little too forward to ask his name? And, she reasoned, it couldn't be the worst idea to ask his purpose and try to satisfy her insatiable curiosity. "Would you grant the favor of telling me your name? And perhaps what you're doing out at such a time of night?" she thought: "Why on earth would he tell me that? Only a random person off the street, I couldn't expect him to. But I've already asked. . . ." And to try and make herself not seem like a creep; "I'm Zanna, by the way." She held her hand out to shake. She was being too forward, she knew that. But it had alreay been done. Zanna hoped for the best. Or at least, not the worst.

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[{ Ahrima]

Ahrima
I often think it's nothing but a coffin.
Gotta get wreck 'till our necks never swing on a rope.

Ahrima noticed that the girl's voice was light and kind. Strange for confronting someone whom she had just met down a dark alleyway at four in the morning. He also noticed that she smelled sweet. Too sweet to be a vampire, or a dragon for that fact, and too dainty to be anything else. Anything else but a faery. But let's not think about those, shall we? Ahrima looked down at the object he had previously foraged for and snickered. Ahrima looked up with curious grey eyes when the girl asked him for his name. She was quite the friendly one. And to have the nerve to ask a strange boy what he was doing out this late? Wow. She seemed like his kind of person. He looked down at Zanna's -as he now knew her as- hand when she outstretched it for a second before smiling and shaking her hand in a hardy fashion. The contrast between Zanna's soft hand and his calloused was almost disturbing.

"The name's Ahrima." he told her as he let go of her hand. "And what I was doin' out here," he stopped and took a look around the alley. "Was foraging for scrap metal." He held up the bare bicycle frame to show her what he had found. "It's not every day that these humans throw out something nice like this. Usually I just get the small things like aluminum cans and other household items. . ." As his sentence drifted off, his eyes got distracted from the faery in front of him to the dumpster from which he had found the metal, and walked over to it. He hoisted himself up once again, and went sifting through the filth to find something else. He started talking from this position. "But sometimes I find really good things like- like bicycle frames." Ahrima's voice was a bit muffled from behind the walls of the dumpster, but he didn't care.

He continued to sort through the trash, until once again, the chains on his black gloves made a small clink. He grasped something, and pulled it out without as much effort as the last. He stood back and admired his object. "Ah, here we are. I knew it would be in here." He threw the broken handlebars up from his hand and caught it again. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." With that, he gathered both the handlebars and the frame in his arms and turned toward Zanna. "So what are you doing out this late at night? Kill anyone lately?" He knew that his dry sarcasm would probably not be appreciated, but he really couldn't help it.

[~Zanna~]

Floating flocks of candle swans

Ahrima shook her hand with a better attitude than she would have thought. So it seemed that he did not think her too forward, or a little creepy or anything. Although foraging for scrap metal wasn't necessarily the most normal activity anyway. She was curious as he went back to the dumpster to continue looking. Apparently old bicycle parts were nice? Well alright then. Not something you would hear every day. Did he plan to make something out of them? Perhaps he was good with metal? Interesting. Zanna heard the loud rustling of the various things which had ended up in the large metal bin, and then a metal clink. "Seems he was able to get this one out without landing on his backside." She noted amusedly.

"So what are you doing out this late at night? Kill anyone lately?" Her amused smirk quickly turned to a frown at his remark. She would laugh at almost any kind of humor, except what went at her morals. Zanna had never killed anyone, and she didn't plan on changing that. Sadly that trait seemed to be scarce in people here. But as for what she was doing out here, no clue. "I do not fight, and so do not kill." She spoke seriously. Something she wanted to make quite clear. But her voice brightened to a normal tone immediately when she continued to her next answer. "But as for what I am doing, I don't know. I just wander around aimlessly until I tire, then sleep in the nearest acceptable place. Not the best lifestyle, but hey. It works perfectly fine for me."

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[{ Ahrima]

Ahrima
I often think it's nothing but a coffin.
Gotta get wreck 'till our necks never swing on a rope.

I do not fight, and so do not kill. Ahrima raised a questioning brow at this statement, but then shrugged it off. So what if this girl was a peace-freak? He'd met people like that before. Though they always seemed to get on his nerves with their beliefs. Maybe he got on her nerves with his. Maybe they were at a moot point. Well, there was no getting anywhere with that, so he might as well leave the topic be. Not the best lifestyle, but hey. It works perfectly fine for me. Heh, it had worked perfectly fine for Ahrima, too, before he found this place and actually started up his own shop instead of just having a booth in the Saturday morning marketplace or a place at the flea market. People actually were interested in what he made here, and had needs for some of the rather odd things. It was pleasant for him here.

Ahrima nodded. "That used to work for me as well. But now, I have come here and plan to stay for a while. Maybe permanently. . ? I don't know yet. I'm a traveler. What can I say?" He let a crooked smile make its way across his face, and looked to the left a bit. Then he hung both of his foraged objects on one arm and with his free hand, grabbed the small, silver pocket watch from his waistcoat pocket and squinted to see it in the dark. It was about twenty after four. He had better get going. He dropped the circular, silver object back in his pocket and looked up to the faery, taking the bicycle parts back in both hands. He shook his head a little to get the large leather straps that were attached to his goggles off of his ears and behind them.

"Uhm," he started out, unsure of himself. He had to go back to his shop, or his stash in the woods, somewhere. But he couldn't really just leave this vagabond of a faery girl out here in the night alone, could he? No, he had met her, and enjoyed her attitude, now he was going to get as much attention from her as he could milk out. He was addicted to others' attention. "Well," he said, "I should go back to my shop now and put these parts to good use. Would you care coming with me, and maybe you might see something that you like there?" This query was followed with a nervous, quick smile, that was the cutest, most hopeful look the werewolf could give. He really wanted company. He hadn't had it in so long.

[~Zanna~]

Floating flocks of candle swans

Zanna listened as Ahrima told that he used to have a lifestyle similar to her own. He checked the time, and it seemed that he had somewhere to be, or was in some sort of hurry. Surprisingly, he invited her to accompany him. This was a great surprise to Zanna, she was not used to people enjoying her company. Although she usually was a bit more stoic toward people. Come to think of it, she had no idea why she had shown such a level of friendliness to this guy, but she didn't feel like it was a bad idea. He seemed nice enough. Ahrima mentioned going to his shop. So he had a shop. . .Well, that would explain why he wanted the scrap metal. That sounded interesting, she couldn't wait to gain more insight as to his hobbies. Her always present curiosity once again took hold.

He put on a face, that made him look like a child waiting in expectation for something he wanted. How cute. Aside from the curiosity, Zanna felt it was a good idea for her to interact more. Being anti-social usually took its toll on people eventually. So nice guy, lack of campany, equals 'heck yeah, I'm comin.' "Yes, I would very much enjoy accompanying you." Zanna smiled brightly at her newfound comrade. "Lead the way."

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[{ Ahrima]

Ahrima
I often think it's nothing but a coffin.
Gotta get wreck 'till our necks never swing on a rope.

Yes, I would very much enjoy accompanying you. Ahrima's smile matched Zanna's when he heard this statement. He would finally have someone to come and look at everything in his shop. Most of the time, the creatures that came to his shop were in search for one thing and one thing only, and refused his offers to look at something else they might like. Maybe this girl would actually look to appreciate. Look to see how talented he was with everything that he made. And maybe, possibly, she could buy something that she really liked? He would have to see when they got there. Ahrima was snapped back from his short fantasy by Zanna's voice when she told him to Lead the way.

He looked up at her, surprised for a second before he nodded his head, looking back down. "Right." he said. He looked back up to her with a charming smile and light tone. "Right this way, please." He began to walk out of the alleyway, taking his time, because he didn't want to seem in a hurry when he had company with him. He went out onto the narrow road, turned down another few, until he was heading toward the very heart of the city. Occasionally, he would look back to see that the faery was still following him, which of course she always was. Every so often, the bicycle parts in his hands would clink together, sending a ringing metallic sound into the very early morning air. It took them about ten minutes to get to the shop, but eventually they did.

They stood in front of the glass door of the shop, which you couldn't see through because the thick dark curtains were obscurring anything inside from view. The shop sat in between two large, rather lavish apartment buildings, where the tennants probably paid too much to live. Ahrima reached into his back pocket to pull out a large skeleton key, put it in the lock, and turned it. After a few clicking sounds, he was able to push the heavy door open so that they both could enter. Everything was dark and hard to see until Ahrima flicked a light switch on the wall next to the door. The large room was instantly flooded with light, and all of the crafts in it were perfectly clear. Ahrima set down the foraged bicycle parts on the floor next to the door after he closed it behind Zanna.

Every wall in the shop was completely covered with items of some sort. An entire wall was covered with weapons and armour. Swords, daggers, axes, maces, and other odd weapons hung on the top portion of the wall. Armour plates, leather tunics, and chainmail type things hung on the lower portion. There were things made out of metal such as bracers, leather-bound journals, feathered hairpieces, and other miscillaneous things scattered all around. There was even a small selection of furs behind the glass counter, which boardered three of four walls in the shop, pretty much blocking everyone from getting anywhere they weren't supposed to be. There was a large door at the opposite end of the front door, behind the counter, that was shut and had a sign on it that read, "DO NOT ENTER"

"So, what do you think?" Ahrima asked his guest, looking around his own shop as if satisfied. He looked back at Zanna, wondering what she would think of all this. She might not like the wall with battle-oriented items, but he did have a few things inside of the glass counter that he knew she would like. He waited for her reaction.

[~Zanna~]

Floating flocks of candle swans

Zanna followed her new aquaintance through a few streets, not really paying attention, just following. She waited as he opened the heavy door, and illuminated the room. As Zanna stepped in lightly, hands clasped behind her back, she gasped a little and stared in amazement at the huge assortment of items before her. She marveled at the weaponry, the armor. Even when she did not like using them herself, she still appreciated how efficiently they worked, when finely made. And these appeared to be very well made. She spyed other things around, little knick-knacks, pretty much anything she would be looking for. Zanna made a note in the back of her mind to come back here if she was ever in need of something.

"So, what do you think?" Zanna broke from her gawking at the variety of things to look at Ahrima. "I think it's. . .Wow. I can't honestly say I've ever so many different things all in one place. It's amazing, how do you get all this stuff?" Zanna skimmed over the items near the floor, and something feathery caught her eye. She bent down to see that it was a little feathered hairpiece. Zanna couldn't help but think one of those would look cute in her silvery hair. Yes, she would definitely have to make trips back here. Beside the point that there was a chance she might pop in every now and then, just to chat with Ahrima. Not every day you find someone interesting like that. It wasn't really even common for Zanna to interact much at all with most people. Not everyone seemed to like her usually aloof attitude, so she just avoided confrontation altogether.

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