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Alice smiled at the woman. "I think we meet at cross purposes." She shrugged, her alarming niffin smile and soulless gaze resting on the other's face. "We both have things we want to know, and we need each other's help."

Slowly, she raised from her spot and walked over to the woman. "I've killed people for wasting my time." Her voice was calm, almost warm, as she casually pulled a dagger from her things. When she stopped walking, she pointed the tagger toward her, not overly threatening... well, at least for her. "Will you be one of the ones I send to Hades?"

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Hey, guys! I am looking for Star Trek rpers! I have verses for multiple muses, and I want to use them! Not overly picky on era, but I am most familiar with TOS and TNG.

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His expression softened. "But you don't have to figure it all out by yourself. You don't have to pretend everything's okay if it isn't."

But her eyes narrowed in confusion when he said that she had known where she belonged on Krypton. Sure, she had loved her family, and, at times like this, she would have vastly preferred dying with her family than coming here and finding out that her mission of protecting him was basically a moot point at this point. But she had been an outcast on Krypton in school because she was too smart. Imagine that, being too smart for a culture that prided themselves on their intelligence. "I just... thought that a school that didn't care about grades would have been different."

"Get this, someone who can move at speeds that should be near impossible for anyone to pull off. And all anyone ever sees is a flash of blue before they disappear. I don't know Kara, our local may have some competition, this person is apparently out here saving the day."

"Well... the way I see it, if this speedster is actually here to help, then... good for them. We get a crazy amount of weirdness, and the police don't know what to do. Someone's gotta do it." Which is precisely why she did it herself. She had all this power that was wasted on the farm... at least when meteor freaks were causing trouble. She had no interest in sitting still when someone was in trouble.

"There is no such thing as harmless power."

"Says the guy who stepped into an experimental machine to fight a war." Oh, the irony of it being the same machine that gave her her powers has got to be eating at him. At least a little bit. "Come on, your story's famous. Everyone gets a chance to go to your museum exhibit, even little HYDRA kids."

"It's kind of adorable that you think Evie would let you pay for it at all." It wasn't pity, it was Evie's love language. A way to show the people in her life that she appreciated them. And for a moment he found himself pausing on the word, almost regretting that he called her adorable. Not that it was a lie, but he didn't want to scare her off. He knew that he liked her, but he didn't know what he would do if she didn't like him back. They were good as friends, she had saved him when someone went after him to get at his father. And had been there ever since. "Just consider it, you might actually have a good time."

Mal paused at his word choice. Adorable? Since when did any part of her scream that word? Her whole motif was dragons, and not in the cute How to Train your Dragon way. "It's naive of you to assume that her mother would allow any purchase for me." Come on, Ben, even you had to know who the sheriff answered to. The Mayor knew exactly who she was.

"Then go to forty percent of the dance." He teased with a small smile. He knew that he was pushing it, trying to talk Mal into something she didn't want to. Maybe he should admit that he wanted a dance with her, a chance to have that high school moment that everyone else dreamed of. "They'll let you in the door, and if they don't I have a way of charming people into doing what I want. Besides, we both know Evie is dying to pick out a dress for you."

Mal shrugged. "I'm sure she would." How she became friends with the mayor's daughter, of all people, was beyond her. The sheriff was in the woman's pocket, so she has probably heard all about the trouble-making teen in purple hair. "I'd probably have to pickpocket like... half... the town to afford a dress she likes, though." Her foster parents are definitely wealthy enough to afford anything in any store, but they would never give her any money to get a dress. They would probably ground her if they knew she wanted to go to a dance purely so she couldn't go.

“Not everyone, I assume. Just me? Er … I promise I don’t make a habit of running into strangers, clumsiness or otherwise.” The warlock shifted on his feet and he rubbed the back of his neck, noticing her accent as he heard her speak. Different from his own, of course. “If I did that, I’d probably never have a night to myself,” he answered with a shake of his head and a chuckle. “The shop is still open, by the way. If you were headed to the bookstore behind me. I’ve left my employee’s to attend to it while I’m out, so you’ll be in good hands if that’s your destination.”

She had honestly been simply walking past, hadn't even seen the bookstore, not as anything past periphery noise at best. Saithra looked over to it when the man pointed it out. "This is your establishment?" she asked, her eyes glancing back to him. Her voice didn't sound excited, or even surprised. To someone uneducated in her kind, she might even seem... bored. "I am new to this city. I was... exploring." Was that the right word for it, taking in the sights? She had no way of knowing. The language was far too new for her to understand the nuance of word choice.

"After the tea of course..however I will need your guidance on where to go..this is hardly London" And everything was different, prices, what to buy, the local food. "I do not wish to go out for food, I like to cook my own" As was to be expected from someone like Ophelia Holmes. "Maybe buy some new milk, unless it gets delivered?" Another question..she did not know this place well and it showed but she was here for Sherlock for London felt too lonely without him.

"Old City market will probably have the best prices... if we disguise ourselves, but Grand Saray will be where we are most welcome... that is where you likely came in from, as the best hotel is there. If you want safest, the police station is in Scaladio." The districts of Cordona. He's been running all around Cordona long enough to get the general layout. And... well... tensions did run high between the classes.