Central Park South --
Peacefulness
seems to emanate from
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What
better way is there to clear out the mind of complex and annoying thoughts than
falling back on habits instead? For Cade, there's both a number of things
cluttering his mind right now as well as a number of habits, mostly bad to fall
back on. After having spent some time in study (yes he _can_ read) at a certain
library, boning up, so to speak, on some methods of treating cracked or broken
ribs, Cade has since fallen back on one of his more common habits. Namely, he's
been norm watching and filling his curiosity. For leaving the library just
before him, the speedcat caught sight of a familiar norm girl. One of the few
who's company he could stand, even if he probably scared her off when she
caught glance of what he really is. Regardless, for a goodly bit of time, Cade
has been following her through the nighttime streets and now into a place he's
truly wondering her reasons for entering. After all, even _he_ knows
Even
if 'normal' is relative, Rahne still probably wouldn't qualify for membership.
As it is, the Scottish werewolf is cutting through the park on her way home,
since it both shaves a few minutes off of her travel-time and gives her brief
respite from the overwhelmingly
The
tiny young woman ducks into the dark park, making her way quietly and quickly
along the tree-line, but never fully leaving the path, doing her best to remain
discreet. But she's faintly distracted with various thoughts, and thus not
keeping on guard as much as she should, at this hour, in this city.
And
yeah, while the park may not be so dangerous as it once was, it's still not
exactly a nighttime wonderland or anything, especially in as remote an area as
they're in. A fact which becomes quite evident to the speedcat who's hanging
back enough to dart from bush to bush and shadow to shadow as he trails behind
the one he doesn't even know could probably protect herself. For as Cade
watches, two young men are breaking away from the shadows a little after Rahne
has passed, the direction of their motion making it clear that they're on
mission of mugging or raping or maybe both. Regardless, the speedcat lets it go
on just for a little longer, watching for any others to come along and mentally
cursing the fact that he can't see in the dark like his namesake.
Rahne
remains unaware for the time being. If only she'd gone into her transitional
form, she'd be able to both see and hear those two coming. But as it is, she's
as clueless as the next teenaged girl making the mistake of cutting through
this area. As she passes through a shadowy patch where the overhead lamp is
flickering and about to burn out, she pauses just for a second, furrowing her
brow as she looks side to side. But she doesn't turn around to see the two
creeping up on her, instead just continuing along with a shrug, increasing her
speed just slightly, though still not breaking into a jog.
And
so it is that as the two are speeding up in hopes of catching the girl
unaware's that a blur comes out of nowhere in the space it takes for the
flicker of the dying lamp light to go off then on. The two don't even have the
time to yell really. For the first one further behind has his throat and
windpipe slit with a gleaming silvery blade before the other even realizes his
friend isn't moving with him. And even as he's turning to the gurgling gasp,
he's being drawn in suddenly by what probably looked like a demon out of hell,
with golden eyes glowing in the flicker of light and fangs showing in a snarl
just before the too-long arm wrapped about his head and throat and twisted with
a faint crack that brought blackness. It's just over too quickly, and all far
enough back from Rahne to probably not even be heard by her. Regardless, the
act finished, Cade dropped the second man and sped off after Rahne again, not
yet to speak with her, but just to assure himself that in the seconds he wasn't
watching she wasn't attacked or some other fool thing. And even as he does so,
the murdering speedcat is wondering why he even cares about just one more norm
girl (or what he thinks is a norm girl) dying. Course, it probably is a bad
sign that he's already practically forgotten the two he killed, isn't it?
The
disturbance completely escapes Rahne, but for the faintest of noises, which
causes her to glance to the trees with a bit of a squint; she, of course,
assumes it's just some animal - and not of the mutant variety. Two raccoons
arguing about whose bit of garbage it was or some such. She pulls her cloak
tighter around herself, ducking her red head as she resolves to get through the
park quickly. And so she goes on, oblivious to the carnage left in her
unwitting wake.
And
seeing the girl going on oblivious, Cade let's out a bit of a sigh before
darting ahead of her in a wide arc, slow for his normal speed, given the pain
brought on from dispatching the two norm idiots briefly, but still a blur in
the night to any who might notice. Noticed or not, the speedcat brings himself
to a wider tree just off the path where the girl will be passing. And just as
she's doing so, only then does he make contact by way of a soft, slightly
sarcastic voice, accented and pitched in a way that should be fairly familiar
to her, even if in this case it's more likely to startle her half out of her
skin. "And so it was tha' Little Red Ridin' 'ood did go through the dark
forest on 'er way t' Grandmother's 'ouse. And so then did she come unto th'
attention o' the Big Bad Wolf, who decided she would make wonderful meal."
Though, of course the irony being obvious even though he doesn't realize there
is one yet.
Rahne
jumps, whirling around to face Cade as he addresses her, beginning to shift as
she did so. However, slightly heightened vision, better sense of smell, and a
recognition of the voice cause her to stop before she's gone too far, looking
mostly normal, if a bit taller and ... hairier. Still, it's dark, so she just
quickly pushes back to her normal appearance, hoping he didn't notice anything
awry; she expels a sigh, bringing a hand up to cover her heart. "Yeh
startled me!" she comments in a low voice, going a bit flush as she steps
towards him slowly. "Wolf?" she inquires, catching the irony, and
then misunderstanding it. "Are yeh...?" Another wolf-person? She
doesn't quite remember him looking wolf-like in particular, but still - could
it be? Her brow furrowing as confusion and perhaps a bit of hope cross her
face, she again moves towards him, trying to get a better look without
resorting to showing one of her other forms.
Cade's
nightsight isn't all that great so he didn't really note the shift in her at
all. And besides, he was in the process of setting himself to lean a little
better so he could watch her, but still keep his face totally hidden in the
shadows of the hood as the first time they met. So instead what he saw was the
startled jump and words, both of which bring a low, mirthful chuckle from him,
and the return reply tinged with such amusement "No m'dear Rahne, I'm not
th' wolf I was referring to. Ye do realize this isn' exactly th' safes' place
in th' world for a girl like ye t' be walkin, aye cariad?"
Rahne
clears her throat somewhat sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders as she goes
further pink. "Ach, aye, I ken. S'jus' shorter this way," she admits
bashfully, only know thinking to take a good look around. She doesn't see
anyone, of course, since they've been rather removed from the human race.
"S'no' as bad as yeh're thinkin', though. I can ... tak' care o' me
ainsel', mo' or less." She doesn't go into more details than that, as her
thoughts again go back to his strange appearance. "Then wha'...?" is
asked gently, as if she doesn't really mean to pry, but just can't /not/ ask.
She studies him, while trying not to seem as if she is.
Course,
very few people can study someone without at the very least seeming to stare at
them a bit, so to the half-formed question, Cade realizes immediately what is
meant. And as such, with a weary sigh, he's reaching up to pull back his hood
as he steps away from the tree a little more into the light coming off the
path. The feline face, the golden eyes, the pierced pointed ears, and the spots
are all shown fully in a show of something akin to light trust which even then
astonishes Cade. "Me, cariad? I'm a freak." Plain, direct, and with
only a hint of bitterness behind it. Bitterness which is hidden as his tone
shifts to a slightly more humorous and confident feel. "An' if y'r not
about t' run off screamin' now, m'dear, then I'm also the one who would like t'
walk ye at leas' through the park t' keep off any o' those big bad wolves I
spoke of, whether ye think ye can defend y'rself or no, aye?"
Rather
than screaming and running off, or even seeming frightened, Rahne takes in the
strange appearance with a small smile of astonishment. Now she can't help but
stare outright, eyes flickering over his face, before she realizes just how
rude she's being and blushes appropriately. "Ach, nae. No' gonnae run
off," she replies slowly, shaking her head. "Jus' a bit of surprise,
soory." She smiles more sincerely, ducking her head a bit. Internally, she
debates as to whether to confide in him likewise. Likely, he's not going to get
a mob after her, as has been her experience with humans. "Yeh dunnae spit
hard goo a' folks, do yeh?" She'll just make sure first.
Cade
piques one dark eyebrow suddenly to that, his golden eyes catching the light a
little oddly as he shifts his head at a feline cant of curiosity. And
immediately after, the eyes are narrowing a little suspiciously. Words intoned
equally so come soon after, though without much accusation to them, just a little
bit of edge. "No, though now I 'ave to ask where it was ye saw Penbwl an'
why 'e would 'ave taken interest in ye..." Though she wouldn't know who
Penbwl is, Cade obviously seems to have associated the term with a
hard-goo-spitting freak. Course, Cade's also reached a point of paranoia that
he's just stopped believing all freaks have to actually look like freaks, and
so now he's looking at the girl much as she looked at him perhaps. A hint of
astonishment, with curiosity heavily thrown in, and just the general need to
glide eyes over every feature to look for any oddities.
But
by now, Rahne appears completely human, no signs of her mutation beyond a few
hairs on her cloak, which could just as easily have come from a pet.
"Penbwl?" she repeats, sounding confused. "S'tha' the mannie who
does tha' trick? I ... ran into 'im outside o' the library 'while back. Bi' of
a long story, really..." Her words slow, and her cheeks go pinker, as she
notices herself under scrutiny. "Jus' ... wanted to mak' sure, tis all,"
she adds, sounding slightly uncertain now. "An' I dinnae do anythin' to
get 'is attention." It's not really a lie. Maggott did most of the
attention-getting. "Yeh ... know him then?" As this thought occurs,
her expression seems to become more guarded, and she casts a look over her
shoulder to gauge her chance of escape, should he wish her ill, as that other
creature seemed to.
Cade
holds a clawed hand out about the height for Toad, saying in a tone hinting at
a bit deeper a dislike than he's showing outwardly. "Ugly little tosser
'bout yay high? Greenish skin, bug eyed, slimey, twenty foot tongue?"
Though he doesn't really wait for the answer. He's already heard he's in the
city and how many other mutants could be unlucky enough to have the ability to
spit that nasty goo at people? "Aye, Tadpole an' I are ol' chums goin'
back a good bit in London." Tadpole apparently being the translation of
Penbwl, and the term 'chums' seeming to have less than friendly connotations.
Maybe she doesn't have to run away from him just yet. Course, with a brief
shake of his head, he turns his gaze off her and reaches to pull his hood back
up, even while speaking in a slightly harder tone that brooks no lies it would
seem. "An' what library specifically was it that ye did see 'im at,
cariad?"
Rahne
takes all of this in slowly, thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing just slightly as
she seems to try and figure it all out. Which is tricky, since she's been doing
her darnedest not to give too much thought to her run in with Toad, because it
has her so befuddled. She nods slightly at the description, offering a low,
"Tha'd be 'im," in response. Drawing her cloak tighter around her
shoulders, she casts another look about, before bringing her gaze back to focus
on Cade. "Ach - erm ... Be the one in ... SoHo, I think." Some of
these place names still confuse her, but she's fairly certain that's what they
call that area. "'e was takin' a telly," she adds, as an
afterthought, as the event slowly comes back to her. But she'll focus more on
the present, thank you. At least it doesn't involve being spat at. "So,
yeh're no' ... lik' tha' then? Seem much more friendly-lik', a' leas'."
Cade
giving a soft snort to that which is somewhere between amused and derisive,
Cade makes a gesture along the path even as he begins walking, apparently
determining it's best if they move along. As he starts along though, his
gravelly low voice flows forth again, sounding more weary than amused.
"No, I don' be like tha'. Though I'd be suggestin' tha' if ye see tha'
one, ye stay clear of 'im. He was never tha' right in the head t' begin with.
As t' bein more friendly-like, I'm no' sure wha' t' say t' tha', cariad. I'm
not usually so t' norms like y'rself. Maybe it's jus' the shared 'omelands, or
maybe because ye seem t' be young an' innocent enough not to be too great a
threat. Regardless, for the time bein', you 'ave nothin' t' worry about from
me, aye?"
Rahne
falls into step beside him, as Cade starts walking, still looking thoughtful.
"Ach aye, I plan on i'. The stayin' aweh, I'm meanin'." She smiles
faintly and blushes again at his reasoning for being nice to her.
"Aye," she agrees again, with a slight nod. "Norm? Yeh're
diff'ren' to folks lik' yersel'?" She knows she's asking an awful lot of
questions here, but she'd rather be certain before making any decisions as to
what to reveal to him and when; the advantage of having a mutation like hers is
the luxury to decide as much. "Yeh ... know many others?" With that
last question, she now turns her head to look over at him, rather than at where
they're going.
Questions
which this time bring a soft chuckle from him which is as mixed as the snort
before, though this time between amusement and a sliver of bitterness. Cade
doesn't really respond for a moment to any of it, but when he does, it's a
quiet voice, weary once more, though with a hint of that bitter mirth to it.
"No, I don' know many others 'fore 'avin come 'ere, an' even after don'
really _know_ but one or two, aye? 'as t' treatin them different, truth be told
no. They're jus' as much a pain in the arse as the norms for th' mos' part I
think. Even the one's that seem t' be huntin' others like them pro'ly don' do
it for as petty a reason as the things some norms I've seen 'ave done though.
No offense unto ye, o' course, cariad. But 've looked like this since I was
born t' Cymrog, an' there's a reason tha' I go around with this 'ood up an all
o' that, aye?"
Rahne
nods as she turns back to face forward, expelling a heavy sigh herself.
"None taken," she replies softly. "I ... ken. Though I'm in a
bit diff'ren' boat, mysel'... Perha's no' so fair as yeh think, though. I go' a
bit to-" She pauses a moment, as something seems to register belatedly.
"'untin' others? Others like ... yeh. Like them ainselves?" Hrm -
that's a new and disturbing development. And it's stunned her into silence,
keeping her from finishing that previous thought.
Cade
was turning his head towards her at the mention of her being in a different
boat, which implies even vaguely similar situations and thus, similar problems
of genetics by a stretch. But then she's shifting off of it and he's nodding
somberly to her with those strange eyes reflecting in the depths of the hood,
in the colored iris of them though, not the slit-pupil like a cat. "Aye. I
heard tell from one tha' there is a group o' them, but I've only personally 'ad
a run in with one. A woman tha' looked normal enough, but for th' S&M get
up an' the fact tha' she was flyin' through the air faster than anything should
bloody well move. She tried t' fill me full o' lead while chasin' after
me." Tried being the operative word, though the whole fact he was talking
about her moving that fast, and he being here now might be the more noticeable
of facts. Maybe he's not just a sexy cat boy who moves like he doesn't have
bones or something.
Rahne
furrows her brow, taking this awfully seriously if she were actually just a
'norm'. "Tha's ... no' so good. Troublin'..." Well, it's a great deal
more than that, but Rahne isn't one given overly to dramatics. Her expression
remains anxious as she now casts another look about. "'ere? In the city,
aye? A group?" She pauses to consider this. "Troublin'..." She
studies her feet thoughtfully as she walks, jamming her hands into the pockets
of her oversized pants.
"Why
should ye care, m'dear? 'T's jus' a couple freaks tha' no one in this city
would likely miss, aye?" Yeah, it was a callous thing to say. Especially
for someone who was almost one of those 'unmissed freaks'. Course, it's also
meant to be as a bit of baiting, for as Cade says it, the speedcat is looking
over to her to gauge the reaction. And he's probably a bit better than she
right then at looking over without seeming to be looking over so much, given
the shadows of the hood hiding his eyes.
Rahne
shrugs a shoulder, staying silent for a moment as she tries to think up a
response. But at his pointed words, she looks over at him sharply, going a bit
red, but not entirely from embarrassment this time. "'ey now. S'no' a sort
o' thing to say. Those 'freaks' are jus' lik' you n' m-uh-any - many others,
aye? S'no' their faul'..." She again becomes fascinated with the ground
beneath her feet, not looking up to see if he made anything of her near slip-up
or not. "S'no'..." she insists more softly now.
To
which Cade gives an odd little chuckle, mirth slipping heavily in past the more
bitter aspects of before. The tone that comes in quiet reply as they walk is
loaded obviously this time, heavy with the implications, but also filled with
enough amusement to probably annoy. "Bit hot in th' pants 'bout the
'appenin's of a sort not y'r own, aye cariad?"
Rahne
furrows her brow once again, looking over to give him another sharp look,
before quickly looking away. "Ach, s'jus' ... doesnae - seem righ'?"
She's not so good at this outright lying business, as is no doubt evident by
the way she again begins fidgeting awkwardly as she walks, and by the way she
rather goes out of her way not to look him in the eye. And it makes her feel
guilty, which is why she adds, in an extremely soft tone, "Migh' be a tad
in my interes'..."
Cade
doesn't shout out an "AH HAH!" or anything of the like. He merely
gives the faintest of nods and continues walking along in that too-smooth,
slightly-bobbing way of his. After a brief pause, the voice comes back in a
softer tones for his gravelly words. Almost understanding or compassionate.
"So 'ow long ye been wit' it, aye?" But no way that Cade could be
compassionate right? He's the near-psychotic who just brutally murdered two
people for even thinking about hurting this girl. Probably more because they'd
have ruined his amusement of following her, than because he actually cared if
she was raped or mugged. He's not supposed to be the type to understand, it's
just not right!
Twiddling
with her brooch a bit, Rahne shrugs again. "Bou'... few years now, reckon.
'ard to keep proper track, eih?" she answers lowly, casting another look
around to make sure no one's listening in. Now she not only has to worry about
human mobs, but fellow freaks coming after her as well? Great. "Yeh were
... born lik' it, yeh said, aye?" She sounds sympathetic to his plight of
a visible mutation. "Can yeh ... do anythin', if yeh ken wha' I
mean...?" Now she looks over at him again, smiling faintly as she ducks
her head. "Soory if I'm askin' too many questions..."
"No'
too many, aye?" Cade says softly and with a hefty douse of catty mirth in
his tone. The reason for that? Why, none other than the words spoken were
spoken into the ear opposite where he was standing. For from one step to the
next there was a flicker, a breeze, and he was suddenly there on her other
side, entirely too close for comfort as he half-whispered the words. Pulling
away quickly however to avoid whatever startlement he might cause, he adds a
bit redundantly. "I'm jus' fast, like?"
Rahne
is jumpy enough normally. Now she's got vast conspiracies on the brain, and is
in a near-deserted park at night. So she does indeed jump as Cade pulls his
trick, whirling around in a full circle to see both where he came from and
where he went, her cloak swirling artfully around her. "Ach..." Again
with the understatements. "Tha's a bonnie trick, isnae it? S'like yeh jus'
appeared ..." She grins sheepishly, letting out a bit of a laugh as she
shakes her head.
Cade
gives his own small grin which may or may not show a hint of fang in them
inadvertantly. "Aye, it 'as its uses surely." A pause then as he's
glancing to her again. "If I may, cariad. What about y'r 'tricks'? No need
t' say if it bother's ye, but I can't no' ask, aye?"
Rahne
looks thoughtful for a moment, as she shakes her head. "Lik' this,
nae." Then, in the blink of an eye, she's not looking quite like she just
did. She's taller, for one, and heavier. But perhaps most noticeable are the
claws and fangs, and of course, the light covering of fur on all of her visible
body. "Bit more lik' this..." Her voice is a bit gruffer now, and she
seems more sure of herself. But as soon as it's come on, she goes back to her
smaller, human self, not wanting to take any chances on getting caught.
"Nothin' so impressive as all tha', though. Jus' can see diff'ren, and
smell and 'ear be'er. Stronger and faster too, aye. No' lik' yeh, though."
Having done her little spiel, she almost seems embarrassed by it, as the blush
creeping into her cheeks would attest.
Cade
stops to watch this with avid interest, head cocked at feline angle, clawed
hands folded up on his biceps. And as she starts to show more of the fur and
such, a reaction is brought on with a broad, fangy grin and the too-amused
words. "Heh! Guess I was lookin' inna wrong place for th' big bad wolf,
aye m'dear?" Which falls into a bout of chuckling until she's changed back
to human. It's at that point that his laughter dies off and his broad flattish
nose wrinkles just a bit as if in distaste. The words that come as he turns to
continue walking are only half-bitter though, and an equal half good-natured
self-deprecating humor. "An' why the bloody 'ell, I ask you, did I get
such a raw end o' tha' deal, aye? I get t' look this all the bleedin' time. An'
I don' even get the eyes 'r nose f'r things!" Ending with a warm, low
laughter at the irony of mother nature or god or whoever. As much as he hates
the cards he was dealt, he's long since reached a point where he either has to
joke about them, or else just let them eat him up inside.
Rahne
shrugs again, rhythmically scuffing her sneakers against the ground as she
walks. "I dunnae ken. Dunnae ken it at all. Bu' guess s'jus' the way
things worked oot, eih? I never really gave it a though' as to what it'd be
lik' to be stuck lik' tha' all the time, till now. S'ba' enough jus' changin',
as far as those normal folks're concerned. I can go all the way, too. Be a
wolf, if I'm wantin'." She pauses after having said that, almost regretting
showing her full hand like that. But then, it doesn't really seem like he's
suddenly going to turn on her now, so she just shrugs it off and continues.
"Dunnae ken why I can, though."
"'ow
do any of us do anythin', m'dear cidwm?" Cade offers in quiet reply,
apparently giving her some kind of new nickname. "I c'n move faster
runnin' than some planes fly', or run up a good-sized wall if I can dig my
claws in at all, but I couldn' even try t' tell ye 'ow my body pulls it off. I
jus' know tha' I eat like a bloody 'orse, an' would make most doctors fall down
dead from shock if they actually tried t' examine m' 'eart or breathin'. Why
th' bloody 'ell I got saddled with these legs, the spots, or any o' this cat
shite I have no clue. An' ye know what, bach?"
Watching
Cade as she walks, Rahne listens sympathetically to his tale. "Wonder if a
doc would fin' anything 'bou' me lik' this ..." she muses idly, not really
intending to find out. As he asks his rhetorical question, she automatically
replies with a 'Wha'?" as her brows quirk slightly, her expression growing
more curious.
Well,
it wasn't necessarily a rhetorical question, especially given that Cade seems
to have an answer ready to it, eyes aglitter as they're turned on her again
briefly. "The what is tha' I've given up tryin' t' figure it out an jus'
don' care anymore. If ye waste y'r time worrying about why you do things or why
ye were cursed/blessed with it, ye may jus' waste that second difference
between livin' or dyin', and me? I plan t' live for a time yet." And it's
with this proclamation that they're approaching the exit of the park which they
were headed towards, thusly having let her live for a time yet as well, given
that her would be attackers are lying quite dead a long ways back and won't
likely be noticed until the morning comes.
Rahne
smiles softly, thoughtfully, as she slowly nods her head a few times. "Ach
aye," she says, almost in a sigh. "S'jus' 'ard no' to give it
though', eih? Bu', aye, yeh're righ' in that it doesnae do much good in
frettin' 'bou' it." She looks up at the gates as they near, smiling
growing a bit. "Thank yeh for the escort through the park. Wha' were yeh
doin' 'ere, anyway?"
Uh
damn. Knew she'd ask that question, didn't ya? Oh well, good thing that for all
he may like her, lies come easy to Cade. "Was just out for a run an' saw
ya movin' along. Couldn' 'elp but drop in and give a few words for bein about
that late aye?" A warmer chuckle then. "Though, truth be told, I'm
glad I did. I don' 'ave t' look on ye as a norm now, aye?" And good-natured
as that was, and compliment though it was meant to be, it probably just helps
to emphasize that slight divide between them in terms of how they look at
non-mutants.<repose>
Rahne
nods, believing lies easily, especially if she has no reason not to. "A
quick run?" she enquires with a grin, blushing a bit at her own bad pun.
Picking up on the unspoken division, her smile grows a bit more distant, and
she nods faintly. "Aye, dunnae have to do tha' no more, aye. Though ...
I'd appreciate it if yeh didnae tell anyone else bou' it ..." She speaks
gently, not wanting to further drive home that she can choose to hide her
mutation, and does so most of the time. "Already a bit worried 'bou' this
Tadpole mannie maybe knowin'..."
Cade
shakes his head to that slightly dismissively, as if it weren't even an issue.
"No worries, bach. I don' bring trouble unto any tha' don' bring it firs'
to me usually, so calm y'rself o' that fear. As t' Penbwl..." At this, the
speedcat pauses, his felinoid face showing an internal debate before finally he
pulls out a small slip of paper that looks to be a McDonald's receipt, then
from somewhere a half-gnawed old pencil. A number is jotted down on it quickly
before the pencil is slid away into the coat and the paper folded. That done,
he has another brief pause before offering it out to her. "I wouldn'
normally give this, Rahne, so I 'ope ye c'n understand m' pause, but 'ere. Take
this an' call that number if ye run int' trouble, or even if ye jus' catch
sight o' my good friend Tadpole, aye?" My my, up to giving out phone
digits already. Aren't we just moving fast Mr. Speedster.
Rahne
looks relieved at his reassurances, although it's the sort of relief one feels
when they find what they assumed to be correct. With a small smile, she reaches
out for the phone number, giving it a cursory glance before tucking it away
into her pocket for safekeeping. She'd blush if it even occurred to her to
think about it as a boy giving her his number. As it is, such things just don't
really enter into her sphere of plausible thought. "Aye, I ken. Thank yeh
for it. I go' another number I migh' be followin' up on, too. If it's as bad as
yeh say for ... our sort." She pats her pocket. "Bu' if I see 'im,
I'll be sure to give yeh a ring. Or if I get mysel' into trouble, walkin'
through parks at nigh'." She chuckles softly, now going a faint bit pink
as she casts a look back over her shoulder. Okay, so maybe that /wasn't/ the
brightest thing to do.
Cade
gives a soft, almost purring laugh to that blush and that look back to where
they've came. "Jus' keep y'r eyes more open an' y'r ears twitched an' I'm
sure ye'd be fine, aye? I doubt the norms would 'ave much 'ope with ye unless
there were a lot o' them." High opinion of her, or low opinion of them?
"But in any case, it _is_ gettin' a bit late, so d' ye need escort th'
res' o' th' way t' y'r 'ome? Or will ye be fine?"
With
a soft laugh and a slightly deeper blush at the possible compliment, Rahne
ducks her head and offers a crooked grin. "Lucky I can switch right fast,
I reckon. I'm 'opeless lik' this 'ere." She holds her arms out to the side
and gives her head a quick shake. "Ach, nae, I shoul' be fine. Wouldnae
want to keep yeh from yehr business. S'no' far." She nods vaguely in a
random direction. "Bu' maybe I'll be seein' yeh aroun'? S'nice havin' a
bit o' company tha' knows 'bou' these sorts o' things. S'lonely in the big
city..."
Cade
grins a fangy grin to the last, a nod coming with the soft "Aye, I'll be
around. I'm sure o' tha'." After which he's gathering his coat a little
even though it's not needed in the spring temperatures really, then adding
simply enough "Take care o' y'rself, Rahne." and then turning to
begin moving off in a direction vaguely for East Harlem, without waiting on
parting reply from her. And perhaps not that surprisingly now, his too-smooth
steps have a way of gliding him quite quickly away, even though he's going at a
painfully slow pace in his own opinion.
Rahne
lifts a hand to wave, offering a soft "Nigh'," at Cade's departing
form. Then, she stuffs her hands into her pockets and starts off towards her
own place, now keeping herself a bit more on the lookout for any trouble. You
really do meet all kinds in New York City, don't you?