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Apr 11, 2013 15:16:11 GMT -6
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>> “Well I don’t know about all that gift from the gods stuff, no offense…You do have one thing right though that they just remove what they don’t understand. It’s sickening, humans see something a little strange and they get so scared they just want it gone. I suppose that’s a reasonable way of thinking for the weak though…”
He smirked. He was liking this girl more and more and time pressed on. She was a little firecracker that he was sure was quite tough to handle. She proved that earlier back at the auto show, and again when she agreed to trust him after he led her all the way out here. Apparently it was an attitude that stemmed through nearly every aspect of her life. Her hatred for humans, her view of them being weak, all of it just made her a tough as nails young woman that he was thoroughly impressed with.
She went back to her work and Vicente continued to glance around the large room they found themselves in. The sun was slowly setting outside but going far slower then he would have liked. But Vicente knew that they had no choice. Cops would still be scouring every street, every alley of the city. The best thing they could do was sit and wait.
He pulled a blade from its sheath on his belt and casually began to clean some of the remaining “red” off of it. It was not brandished in a threatening way towards Cree, so he hoped she would not feel so. He just liked to keep his weapons clean. Especially have he used them to dispatch fools like Holden.
>> “So anyways, what exactly do you do? I mean when you say shapeshifter you mean you can just turn in to whatever you want? 'Cuz that sounds pretty awesome.”
He glanced up as Cree asked her question. She was still in the middle of replacing the license plates. He smirked a little at her comment though. “Pretty awesome.” If only she really knew just how dangerous he could be.
“Not as…simple…as that,” he explained. “Parts of my…anatomy can shift in those of animals. Though…I require a specialized process in order to gain these shifts.” he smirked thoughtfully, maybe a little evilly, at the concept.
Specialized process as in he had to eat them…raw…
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