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"You know I am not to sure." The library is a mess. Books piled everywhere, though she has managed to clear a table and most of the books are dusted. Oscar leaps off her shoulder and settles on a cat bed stuck under a shelf. "I am still trying to figure out were things would like to be placed." Said casually.

"Maybe the first thing, you know, take a broom or something, man. Maybe I should do like, Cinderella, clean up in here. Earn some of my keep, you know?" *His bare feet are not; to her, he clatters over the floor, shaggy blonde fur modestly covering what his long-tailed shirt doesn't*

"If you like Luke. Don't feel you need too." She looks about the large room. "Its going to take a good long while, but I think it will be a good project. To fae eyes the necklace she wears is a gleaming gem, a soft lavender in color. It shines with glamour. "Curt is a troll by the way. He belongs to a group of fae far from here." She wrinkles her nose. "I can tell you that. Right?"

*He pulls out a chair, to seat himself across from her. He grins at her; his horns are curved, jutting up from high on his forehead* "Only if you want to, chica. We're all over the place, you know? Not, like, many of us, but we all kind of find each other eventually, I think. Mostly, anyway." *He's ravenous; half of one cold slice is gone in a single bite*

She gives a little nod. "Are you sure this place is okay for you?" Her head tilts. "I mean I know that disbelief effects you funny. Kinda like Tinker Bell in Peter Pan but not quite..."

"You know, from what I've seen so far here, Sarah-girl? Don't know if you can get what I mean, man, but, like -- a guy can almost get drunk off what's here, you know?" *Bemused shake of his head, and another bite*

"I think I understand." She gives a small nod. "It is very interesting to me too." She takes a bite of her pizza. Then looks back to him. "Can you gain power from it?"

"Haven't tried, man." *After he finishes the slice, and grabs up one of the small pile of napkins he carried in with him "And, no offense, chica, not sure how much I can tell you back, you know? Kind of sounds unfair, I know, but that's the rules." *An apologetic grin, as he wipes his fingers "But like, what I can tell you, man, is -- I think if I tried? Like, reaching for something I saw yesterday? I kind of think I would have gotten burned, know what I mean? Too hot to touch."

"Could be wrong, but like, I didn't want to try."

She nods and sighs a little. "I understand Luke." She ponders something for a long moment. "Secrets are why I am having trouble. I don't know how safe it is for you, or us, if you learn to much. I don't know how they would react if they found out what you are." Her head tilts. "Just promise me you will be careful. It sounds like you have family that might need you to return some day."

*His grin fades, and he picks a jalapeno off the slice of veggie pizza "Yeah. Man, there's not a lot I can do, you know? Guy last night, you know, came up behind me, and started talking about the new girl, and goats and horns, and then he -looked~ at me. Gave me the creeps, man. He knew, and I don't even know how. Like, with you? I know how." *He taps his collarbone, where her locket is, his blue eyes guileless on hers "Because I can see you back, right? But him? Never even met the dude before. That was the older guy, brown hair, had the cool shirt on." *'Co-Exist', it had said, if Honey remembers *Luke looks troubled, picking at his pizza slice* "And right before he left, he came up, whispered to me. Said I wouldn't be the first one here, but it's been a while, and I could come to the choir wing, whatever that is. Dude seemed cool, but, like. Not knowing how he knows, you know?"

"I can see you, without the necklace." Said softly. "I can't really explain how, but I have only to look between Oscars ears to see you. Its said that cats often can see things others can't." She shrugs. "It does not seem as though he wishes to hurt you, or out you. Yet, it is still best to be careful. Your safety is not guaranteed here. Just as I imagine my safety would not be guaranteed at one of your places." Then her brow furrows. "Do your best to hide what you are, if you can. Yes?"

*He bobs a nod "Don't plan to let people know we even exist, you know?" *He offers her a half-hearted grin "Guess if it all goes to hell, man, and they see me anyway, I can pass for Satan or something." *Satan, apparently, has a fondness for chakra beads and masquerades as a rasta hippie

She gives a little giggle. "I think you are a bit to cute to pull of Satan. But perhaps if you suddenly produce a pitchfork...then it might work?"

"Yeah, man, I'll get to work on that." *He grins at her giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners "Maybe call up some fire or something, you know, just for effect." *The grin fades again; his mood has turned, despite his efforts to keep it light "You know of anything, man, that can, like, hide it?"

She blinks at Luke, a finger coming up to push her glasses back on her nose. "Something to hide it?" She frowns a little. "I would not dare to try. Though Luke, most people can't see what is in front of them, unless they have a clue to look for it." She gives a little sigh. "Perhaps you should just do your best to endear yourself?" A brow lifts. "You seem to have your own sort of natural charm." Being truthful. "Be there for your Rayne, stick with her. Do nothing threatening."

*He grins, shaking his head. No point in telling her that his 'natural charm' hasn't even been enough to get him laid, after all this time "Man, don't have any interest in fucking over anyone, you know?" *He picks up his second slice to take a bite, waiting a few seconds to swallow it before continuing "And won't matter if they like me or not, you know? If they know, man, and and it gets around, I don't want to be the living proof of what shouldn't exist, you know?"

"Like, if I tell you I saw a dodo bird, you can go, 'Yeah, man, whatever, what did you smoke', right? But if I SHOW you one?"

She nods a little, still thoughtful. "But we should not exist either. In that regard we are much alike just as much as we are different." Her nose wrinkles a little. "I've seen Dodo birds." She blinks. "But yes, of course I understand. Mages and Faeries should not be. And it is best when things are out of sight and out of mind." Oscar strolls over and she picks the cat up almost without thought. "Still, don't worry about it now. Try to relax. Worrying about the 'what ifs' is not going to help in the end. They make you more tense. That alone will set people to wondering about you.

"Yeah." *Morose "But man, walking around not knowing who can see you, and like, you don't even know it? That's... man, makes it hard to relax. Especially if someone's going to like, nuke you for knowing too much. If this were a reality show? I'd call it, 'Hide and seek, only with a side of Russian roulette' or something." *He stops, thinks it over "Nah, too long of a title." *He grins, trying to change his mood around "So, enough about me, Sarah-girl. How'd you meet this Curt dude?"

"Luke." Said kindly. "I don't know if this will help, but if you ever feel its to much, if you are ever too worried, come here, look for me. Do you have a cell phone? If I am not around then you can call me." Then at the mention of Curt she smiles. "He works not to far from my shop." She states softly. "I met him because of an involvement I had with another fae." Her eyes go a little dreamy, a little more out of focus than usual. "It was fate I think."

"Thanks, Sarah-girl. I appreciate the offer, man, I do." *Agreeably, to her words, but he's not going to pull her into his problems. He watches her face, finishing his last slice as she speaks. The he leans back, wiping grease off on his napkin, and she'll see another genuine grin "Fate," *His head bobs in a nod "Yeah, man. Fate's a thing, I believe it. Brings people together who are meant to, you know?"

"What does the dude do? What kind of shop do you have, man? Bookstore?"

"Then we were meant to meet also. Always a reason, yes?" Then she blinks. "Curt? He keeps Chopper and the others safe. Tends the bar, acts as a bouncer if he needs too." She gives a small chuckle. "Me I have a Tea Shop, sometimes book store. It depends." She gives a small smile. "It depends on what wants to be around each day. Though most of the time its a little of both. I even have a small open stage for people interested in impromptu performances."

"Right on, man. Sounds hella cool." *Bright eyes, a little bloodshot -- the vague odor of weed around him should be a clue as to why -- and real interest "Chopper? That the name of the bar?"

"That's what trolls do best, man. Look after things, keep them safe."

"Chopper is the name of the...." Her brow furrows. "Redchop?" She shakes her head. "No, redcap. He owns the bar." She suddenly looks slightly proud for getting the name right. "The bar is called Hogswild."

*He leans back, lacing fingers behind his head. A brief scratch to his dreads, and yes, he avoids his horn to do it; something a casual observer would not notice or understand "Sounds like a biker bar, man. A tea shop and a biker bar close by each other, right on." *This seems to amuse him, eyes dancing "Must be an awesome area. College town?"

She laughs again. "Well they are not that close together. Neighboring towns really." A light shrug of one shoulder. "What about where you live?"

"San Fran, man. It's all that you've heard and more." *He grins* "Ever been, chica? Like, you get tired of the city, you can just, you know, take a ride down to the redwoods, or Muir, or the beach. It's got everything, man. And if you wear that thing when you go? You'll get an eyeful."

"I have not been there. Perhaps I will fly there some day. It does sound lovely. Does it have any books shops?" A raised brow.

"Yeah," *Agrees "You want some of the REALLY old ones, like, Berkeley, man, or some of the little out of the way places you find tucked around." *He is removing the blunt from the dreads over his ear, searching for a spare lighter. He's forgotten the rule against smoking as he lights up, inhales, and offers it over " I went to one once, man, trying to find a book for this girl I know -- what the fuck is an ornithopter, anyway? -- but, like, I think those places get swarmed by the Creepies. Got the evil eye from what I think was one in a corner, like, behind a book -- couldn't be sure, man, but I can take a hint, you know? Turned around, left, and just, like, ordered the book from Ebay." *A shrug and self-effacing grin "So look out when you go, man."

She shakes her head at the offer of the blunt but does not scold him. Instead she simply smiles at his story. "It sounds like the sort of place I would like. My store has some creepies." Using his term. "But friendly ones?" She laughs then. "I must sound nuts. But if you ever travel to the other side of the states, towards the east coast, come to Myrtle Beach. My shop is there." She sighs. "Yes, I know. I do travel a bit far to come here. But it is worth it."

"You fly out here?" *Another hit, and he pinches out the blunt. His foot is tapping a light rhythm on the floor; to most it would be silent; they both can hear it as a soft tapping

"Some times, other times I drive. Like I did this last time. I do not mind it so much."

"Hell of a drive from Myrtle Beach, man." *He nods, agreeably "But right on, cool, if you don't mind it."

"We take a few days Oscar and I. If we fly, it only takes a few hours." She points out.

She looks up suddenly. "I think some of the bunnies might have been found. Shall we go see?"

*He stops, listens and grins "Yeah? Cool, let's go see." *He stretches up, gathering his plate and dropping the wadded napkins onto it. Clattering for the door, to hold it for her "The flight does," *Agreeing "But the security line to get felt up, man, that takes all day."