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Somethin' I can do for ya, pops?

*draws himself up, calling on his magic to seem more intimidating and powerful*

I got a few words of advice for ya, boy. You treat Abigail right or else. There's plenty of space junk I can use to make you pay if you hurt her. You hear me?

*shrinks back a bit as his eyes get a little wider* Jesus mister, I'm... I've... Fuck, I've been waiting on her to come around since I met her. I'm not about to fuck it up now!

Language, boy. *folds his hands over his staff and leans against it, smirking with a less than sane glint in his eyes*

Good. I'm rather fond of the girl, so I'm keepin' an eye on her. I figure she can handle herself, but what sort of over protective old man would I be if I didn't make sure we had an understandin'? Keep treatin' her right, and you and I will get along fine.

Fine. Whatever. *eyes him strangely*

I'm fond of her too, man. You got nothing to worry about.

Good. As long as we're on the same page. *taps his staff once against the ground and offers him a hand*

Ebenezar McCoy.

*little wave* Hannibal King

You hunt vampires too huh? *looks him over* Don't look like much. Must be somethin' though to stay alive this long.

*tilts his head with an expression that says "Are you fucking kidding me?"* Must be the way my ass looks in jeans.

Boy, I told ya to watch the language around me.

You're one of those with more to 'em than meets the eye is all I meant.

*shoves his hands in his pockets in almost a pout at being scolded... again*

Yeah, well, I think that could be said for a lot of people.

You'd be surprised. But, that's just one old wizard's opinion.

*raises an eyebrow* Wizard?

*smirks and nods* Wizard.

*presses his lips together and nods slow* Kay... So how do you even know Abigail?

Got to talkin' about vampires one day. Found out we both got a problem with 'em.

*nods slowly* You hunt?

((sorry for the delay))

Woudln't call it huntin'. There's a war goin' on. I have to fight.

((It's okay.))

Yeah well, most people don't. Most people don't even know about it. How'd you get roped in?

Looking for a king named Mann. Small world.

Don't know him, can't really help ya there.

I think I've heard of him.

Yeah? I need to have a little chat with him.

Friend...of a friend.

Odd pause there, son. You ain't got nothin' to worry about from me. I'm not lookin' for you after all.

What do you need from the man?

Just to talk. Nothin' you should worry about.

I see.