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*looks at him, exasperated* I want you t'get up. Your chair is on my jacket!

*ooc* eee!! love the character. must go play devil may cry now.

Oh. *lowers self in chair to upright position* Sorry, didn't notice your jacket was there. *He gets up, pulling the chair upwards and letting you remove your jacket from under the chair*

And you might be...?

((OOC: Thanks! Glad to hear it. =) He's my favorite character, so I enjoy RPing as him.))

X23.

Thats..what I was called. *she pulls on the jacket, tilting her head towards the man slightly* And you are?

(*ooc* hee. he's the sole reason I play the games. he's pretty)

X... 23? *he cocks his eyebrow again, tilting his head, confused, yet interested* That's... an interesting name. I'll give you that.

Name's Nero. What brings you here, uh... X? Mind if I call you that?

((OOC: XD He's the main reason I became a DMC fangirl. He's fun.))

Wandered in while being chased by muggers. *she said in a flat tone, smiling slightly*

Nero. Thats an interesting name as well.

X is fine. Its as close to a real name as I'm gonna get anyway. *not counting the note she had in her pocket from her 'mother' calling her Laura*

Muggers, huh? You at least had some common sense to dive into a public place. Usually people I know just run. *He sits back down in the chair and leans it back once more, putting his arms behind his head*

Heh, I guess. *Grins* Can't say I had a choice in picking it. Not that I mind, really. A name is a name. It's what you do during your life that's important.

*He turns his head towards her* Close to a real name? Something tells me you're not an ordinary person, X. *He grins like a kid again, closing his eyes for a moment or so* Y'think it's safe for me to assume that?

*she shrugged slightly* It was either that or get in trouble for causing them severe physical damage. Not that I'm trying to avoid trouble. I'm just not in the mood.

*she shifted slightly where she stood, arms crossing over her chest.* Its a correct assumption.

Oh, severe physical damage, huh? *chuckles* Sorry, you just don't look like the type that can bruise others. *he pauses, unsure of what to say at first* Then again, this place is full of interesting people, and I've been surprised before. So I'll take your word for it. What exactly do you do, X?

Okay. Good. Usually I make an ass out of myself when I do assume things, so I like to be careful.

You know, you can sit down by me. I don't bite, despite my arm looking a bit... *He pauses again for a moment, thinking of the right word* unusual.

I go to boarding school. *that was all she gave when he asked what she did*

*she sat down beside Nero...watching him cautiously*

You're used to unusual, then? *she asked, looking at his arm*

Boarding school? Really? *He shows a bit of doubt in his face, but doesn't persist much* What do you study?

*He chuckles* Unusual? You could say that. When you're a devil hunter, you see just about everything. *He notices her looking at his arm, he turns his head as if ashamed, slightly* It's demonic, in case you were wondering.

I study what every other high school aged person studies. Math, languages...the boring crap.

I didn't mean to other you. I'm sorry. Its just...my arms are pretty unusual, too. *she adds a small smile at the end of this*

*smiles slightly* Heh, okay. Glad I got myself out of that crap when I was young. Never was the kind of guy to stay in school. I was introduced to a sword at a young age and never wanted to do anything else.

*He shakes his head* You didn't offend me. People just usually don't trust me because of this. *He lifts up his right arm, as if studying it* You wouldn't believe how many people think I'm some horrible demon waiting to kill them, despite me saving their asses repeatedly. *He rolls his eyes, sighing a bit angrily* It gets really old, really fast. I'm the local devil hunter, and usually I get screams or petrified looks more than a mere "thanks." It's frustrating, to say the least.

*He turns to face her* You've got something like this? Or... something unusual? Tch. *He puts his right hand to his head, considering her statement* I doubt it.

*she watched him a moment, her eyes searching his for a reason to not do what she did next but she didn't find one. she stood, letting her arms hang to the side. Two adamantium claws popped out from between her knuckles and she let them sit briefly, looking them over before retracting them*

I actually think I like your arm better.

*He blinks a few seconds, taking in what he just saw* Well shit. *he chuckles a bit* And here I thought I've seen everything.

Trust me, I don't think you'd want this thing. It talks to me sometimes. Damn thing drives me nuts. *He runs his hand through his hair, thinking and slightly amused* Hurt like hell when it changed too.

*He smiles back at her, slightly* You've been through a lot, haven't you, X?

I'm a clone and an experiment that was taught how to fight and carry out missions. I didn't get a name til recently but I'm not used to it and as for being a normal kid at some point? *she shook her head slightly*

A clone? And an assassin, huh? *he thinks for a moment* Well, we're somewhat similar, in the whole "carry out missions" thing. Been raised to follow the orders from the Order of the Sword. That was all fine and dandy, till I learned what they really were up to. *he snorts, obviously angered by something he remembers*

Though I can't say I've ever been normal either, X. Even before getting this arm. I've always been the loner, the outsider, among people, especially in my city. Heh. *he smirks* I guess it's just because I didn't ever really belong. Something always puts you out of place when you're an orphan all your life, you know? Even if you're taken in by someone, you never feel like you really belong there.

*she listened to him, blue eyes blinking slightly. it was interesting for the most part. a lot of what she thought, he obviously thought to. Surprisingly, this was a comfort*

How old are you, Nero?

*he looks at her, a bit surprised she suddenly asked him that*

I'm 22. Why do you ask?

Just curious. The way you spoke made me think you were older.

I'm 18.

*he smirks* I guess just being on my own has made me take a hard look at life at an early age.

You're 18? Funny. I thought you'd be younger.

Really? *looks a bit confused* Do I look young?

No no, it's not that. I just... *he scratches his head as he tries to think of how to explain himself* I tend to associate school girls as to being 16 or something.

Just a habit, really. No offense meant.

I asked to be held back a year. I'm actually okay to graduate but I'm not used to being around people and didn't wanna leave yet. I still feel like there's a lot to learn.

Not used to being around people? Well, I think you're doing pretty well with me. *he grins, a bit of childish spark in his eyes*

I understand though. I prefer to work alone in my missions. It's better that way, because I don't have to deal with being ordered around, and I know exactly what I need to do to accomplish my goal.

Yeah, it always feels like we've got a lot to learn, huh? I learned that, the hard way, after my city was ransacked by demons and I was backstabbed by my own group. Not a fun feeling, if you think about it.

I'm doing well because you're the first person I've ever been able to just easily talk to. *she paused a moment, pretending to ponder something seriously* Then again, you were holding my jacket hostage so I think this is a set up.

If we ever somehow land on a mission together, which I doubt but still, if we did...I think we'd actually work pretty well together. I've had too many people turn on me to wanna put someone else through that.

Really? *he thinks for a moment* I guess so. Unfortunately, people aren't exactly open-minded nowadays.

*he laughs* Me? Holding your jacket hostage? I had no idea I was on it in the first place! When you first confronted me, I thought you were some kid pulling my leg, trying to get hold of my gun or something.

Maybe, I don't know. And I wouldn't know what mission we'd ever be sent on. But it would be cool, I'd like to think.

You've been backstabbed too? Another thing we have in common, I guess. It hurts like a bitch, especially when it's been the only thing you've been sure about your entire life. It sucks. *he smiles a bit weakly at X* You get what I'm saying?