the wolves will chase you

Scratching the back of his head he nodded a bit and perked up at her questioning, lips parting just slightly to reveal a gentle grin. “Ah well, sadly I’m unemployed. I mean, I got plenty of money for the most part since I don’t ever really need to use it, so I just sort of hang around and… freak out strangers like yourself and occasionally get into service work.”

"Mhm, how nice and normal." She said with a soft chuckle, shifting her face to rest in her hand. "Though, hate to tell ya, but you're doing a pretty crap job of freaking me out- if that's what you'd like to call it." Flitting her gaze across his features, she pursed her lips in thought before they broke into a bit smile at her conclusion. "You're pretty average looking actually, buddy. Probably doesn't help with the normalish vibe m'getting. Not like average is bad or anythin', nothin' wrong with average. Just ain't very good at freaking people out, that's all I'm sayin. Though I dun think I'd fancy running around with blue skin and a unicorn horn sticking out of my head, anyway."

Where was he? Oh dear, she was going to be in very big trouble if she didn’t find him. She swears she only looked away for thirty seconds! Sheesh, miniature black bears were such a handful; she had no idea how his owner put up with him. Remaining low, Giselle moved swiftly through the crowd, eyes practically glued to the sidewalk in an attempt to find the tiny bear who was probably wreaking havoc on some unsuspecting person. Too intent on tracking the animal down, she didn’t realize she’d knocked somebody over until they were already on the ground.

A little taken a back by what seemed to be a genuine apology and a check on her well being, Tala ruffled her absentmindedly in thought before responding. "Yeah, yeah m'totally fine." She answered with a bob of her head, before hesitantly debating whether or not just to walk away. Not exactly in one of the greatest moods to begin with, she wasn't quite sure if she felt like dealing with someone who seemed a bit too chock full of energy for her own good. Cursing internally, she decided to stay and be polite as Tala's better nature seemed to have gotten the better of her. "...How about you? Are you alright and all that stuff?"

He shrugged his shoulders and carded fingers through his hair a moment. “So long as I don’t end up on your hit list.” He teased lightly and laughed a bit. “Just you know, I’m pretty strongly against violence and I’m trying not to be rude, no offense of course, I mean it’s your job I’ve got no right to say it’s wrong or right.”

"You are allowed to have an opinion you now, so no offense taken. Probably wouldn't have been my first choice of career path, any how." Sighing softly and shaking her head, she was eager to change the subject to something that didn't exactly focus on her. She didn't exactly want to deal with the memories of how she got into such a nasty business, in the first place. "So what do you do then, bud?" Tala asked, her face shifting back to the smile from early.

     ”The… planets?” Those words hadn’t been spoken past merely a whisper, but he was certain that he hadn’t misheard the young woman or anything. She had said she roamed the planets, something that couldn’t be easily dismissed.

Intending to reply with her own name, she was sort of bemused that out of everything she had said, the young man had chosen that sentence to focus on. To her, there didn't seem to be anything odd or unusual about the phrase and it seemed like something she brought up in casual conversation quite often (if only to boast a little.)

"Oh." He grimaced a little at the thought but gave a shrug. "Wow." The vampire swallowed thickly and looked down a bit in momentary thought, all things considered, she looked as innocent as a child but… "Good pay, then, yeah?"

"What like… ‘oops we killed a guy, can you clean up the mess?’ sort of deal and the likes or…?" He almost laughed, but it was a distinct possibility and that probably wasn’t the best way to talk about it, but hell, Christian was actually a little intrigued, a worried, non-violent wimp, but intrigued nonetheless.