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Frowning, she mulled over his words for a moment, attempting to decipher what he meant. Maybe he was foreign.

"Scholars are like, people who learn, and, uh, enligh--" Her eyes widen, understanding what he was attempting to say. "Uh, no, we don't have any of those 'round here, either. Bet you could read a book on what ya wanted to learn, though.

Why do you need a library or a...scholar, as you say?"

A momentary frown, followed by the crinkle of his nose- regrettable. 

"Humans h… here, they have scholars that provide enlightenment for others. Do you have one of those?" 

Teachers. The word he was looking for was ‘teachers’.

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She blinked at his response, frowning.

"Oh, piss off." Grumbling a bit, she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her hair. "Just 'cos I'm a werewolf doesn't mean I turn into a wolf every five fuckin' seconds, like some other werewolves I've seen 'round here.

Ha ha. Hilarious."

Huffing again, she raises an eyebrow at his comment.

"M'like, twenty-six. And that's just plain sloppy," she interjected. "'Cos, like, its more of a thrill for hunters to go after wolves.

That's stupid, why would they hand around so close to th' base durin' a transformation?"

"Another?"

He had sounded wholeheartedly disappointed. In that, he fanned himself mockingly, looking away with a frown. “I suppose I got my answer, but something more interesting would’ve been entertaining.

Eh? Dog jokes? No, your inability to hide it is a joke enough. I don’t need make any more.”

Grinning, Nico turns to look back at the Sniper with a cocky tilt to his sneer.

"You must be young—or just don’t care—to make slip ups like that. It’s not like I see others hiding it. Some guy just goes around fucking howling and keeping me up at night, really…"

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She was beyond annoyed, no, she was enraged at this point. It appeared to be nothing more than a game to him--while she was being forced into a corner, he had all the advantage. And he looked completely unfazed while doing so.

Narcissistic asshole.

She would be able to deal with whatever he threw at her. Most likely. Hopefully.

Ignoring his previous comments, she ran a hand through her hair before stuffing her hands in her pockets, looking incredibly irritated.

"I'm a fuckin' lycanthrope, alright?" she snarled. "My senses are at least twice as good as yours--'cept for seein' and probably tastin'.

Yer free to make one dog joke. One."

Christ, hopefully that would satiate him.

"You want a bigger reason? Well, it involves me. There you have it. I couldn’t care as much about you as I do myself.”

He appears completely unphased by how self-absorbed he comes off. The snort—the beginnings to some louder laughter—can only attest to it.

The only time he quiets his snickering is to hold up a finger, his index finger, in an attempt to interject into her excuse towards younger people with failed hearing.

"Okay, but I am a doctor. How would it look on me and my profession as a whole to be failing hearing? We’d look a lot less reliable to our patients.

I’m also not a fucking hippie. If you don’t talk to them, how do you even know they are? Or if they’re not under the influence of something, as probability has it? Jesus fuck, woman.”

At some point, he had retained a degree of sharp irritation, stemming from his abrupt interpose into her defense. Something about his job really tugged at arm hair.

Not that it remained for long.

With his cocky smile back in place, Nico folded his arms along his chest as he stared her down.

"Spill."

Checkmate.

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First age, now heights....?

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I am rude.

Oh.

… Rude.

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derelictsoldier replied to your post “Mutters something about being too old.”

don't worry, you're fffine

Oh, no.

I was talking about everyone else.

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In a way she couldn't back out of. What a prick. If she tried to merely avoid the question placed in front of her, he would likely keep interrogating her until she finally said something relevant.

Fuck.

His smile was incredibly unsettling, as was his laughter. He knew full well that there was no way she could answer these questions without revealing some aspect of herself.

The Sniper frowned, trying to think of a good response. Tugging at her scarf a bit, she forced herself to stare directly up at the Medic, her lips forming a snarl.

"First of all, that's a pretty weak excuse fer you to be so damn pushy about bein' interested in me," she growled, raising her voice.

"Secondly, it's not unusual fer me to meet someone young to have failing hearing. Met several people twenty, thirty years old who need hearing aids. Usually hippies. I tend to not talk to them."

A pause. That second part was true. Was it necessary to dodge his question to avoid one single piece of information? There probably wouldn't be much he could do, right? Everyone else had accepted it without a hitch. Nothing could go wrong. Correct?

"If I fuckin' tell ya, will ya get off of my fuckin' back?!" she asked, lowering her voice and scowling.

His reaction seems purposely slowed, a challenging blink of the eyes his only response to her retort.

The smile grew. It retained a degree of natural amusement, the angle remaining curved up as his eyes scanned over her person. While the once rancorous stance he positioned himself in was diminishing and quickly being overcome by an unusual mellow demeanor, was that really something to call the end of their chatter?

Slowly, he begins his case. He wouldn’t like to have any of his words misheard through his usual quick paced speech, so he carefully crafts his rebuttal.

"Why I am interested in you? I thought it was obvious. You have no reason to accuse my hearing to be faulty, and yet… here we are!" He cackled, raising his arms in a shrug as his head shook from side to side whimsically.

Once his berating laughter had come to another uneasy calm and his arms folded back along his chest, he cocked an eyebrow.

"Allow me to reiterate my words in a way that you cannot back out of.

Let’s backtrack, shall we? You say that I…”

A hand gestures out to the side, Nico smiling at it as his head tilts towards his left.

"… look relatively young for a medic—not that I am. But, you only stated such a thing once I brought up that you…”

His eyes abruptly pull their glance from his palm to glare at her directly, a leer breaking that once meek smile into a jagged, crooked grin.

"…had stated that I smelled like a medic. Now, with that review, ask yourself… why would you say that I ‘look’ young for a medic unless there was reason to be judgmental towards or skeptical of my age?

And, on top of that question, why did you jump straight to an accusation that my hearing is failing me, knowing that I ‘look’ young?

That is why I am interested in you. Your words, to be exact. They contradict one another—a young doctor having his hearing, an important sense, failing him? Wouldn’t a man of such profession know this of themselves? Being that I am indeed a physician, I can attest that my hearing is fine. I know very well of my own body.

With that said, you have two potential options with this. To assume that I am older than I appear in order to continue onto the ‘mishearing’ clause, as that would give you adequate reason for your claim, but would only beg the question of why you believe that, or to say that I did not mishear you when you said I ‘smelled’—if I heard you accurately—like a Medic.

Which, of course, begs a more peculiar question. How?

Your turn.”

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Mutters something about being too old.

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"A library?"

An odd question to ask, as someone who lived around here would know that the only civilized buildings for miles were in Teufort and the bases themselves. He did say he was here to visit someone.

"Uh, I think there's one in th' town. It ain't really that impressive, though, as far as I can tell. Never been there myself, actually."

"There is no hurry. She is quite busy with her own work, I am sure- I shouldn’t be bothering her too often." Hardly wanted to seem overbearing, after all. They were in good standing, but he feared she’d grow bored or distressed by constant interaction. 

Or… something. 

"Do you have a library here?" 

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Ah.

Then it can be a day early! Or a day later. On November 1st. Take yer pick.

Oh, um, sure. I'll give ya my number or somethin'.

Uh. I mean, fyou wanna.

Though me and my friends were going to some parties later on, but, um. Yeh. Yeh, I wouldn’t mind. I can, uh, text you or somethin?

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Really?

Huh.

Well, when the 31st rolls 'round, m'gonna show ya everything!

Uh. Um, well, I mean, technically it’s my first Halloween, so I’m mostly confused and… maybe concerned, I’m not sure.

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S'nearly Halloween! I fuckin' love Halloween!

Do ya like Halloween?

Y eh?

? ??

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derelictsoldier replied to your post: "OCTOBER."

yeh

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"OCTOBER."

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Relaxing a bit, the Sniper took a small step forward. Only one.

"Ah, I see. Good for you, then, mate," she said, grinning a little. So, a justice-bringer of some sort. Not terrible. She still didn't exactly know what 'purity' meant.

"So, uh, I guess you ain't that bad. Name's Artemis, by th' way. Nice to meet ya. Work here.

I believe you need to go find someone, right?"

"Spectres, mostly. They are vile creatures born of an incomplete world filled with death- and seek to harm those still living. On occasion I would purify their ringleaders, or the corrupted—" 

Ah. He understood- this person was worried of being unholy. He almost chuckled. 

"Do not worry. You have shown me no hostility thus far, and seem of good nature, so you so not deserve an exception. In the human realm I tend to only purify those extremists of evil- those filled with wrath or vile intentions. Rapist, extortionists, that sort of thing."