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Varkas
Looking down at her hand as she closed his around the guitar pick, he tilted his head slightly, and took another drag from his cigarette. Tucking his head, he tucked it into a shirt pocket under his coat, and then from inside he pulled something else. Extending his hand once more, he opened his palm. In it was a small wooden crucifix that seemed to have been carved masterfully. It seemed he was offering a trade for what she'd given. Lifting the out stretched hand to reaffirm that he wanted her to talk it, he did nothing else for a moment. A second later his then opened the palm of his other hand, holding his cigarette betwen his index and middle finger. Along the inside of his glove the word 'Tartarus' was stitched. He then used that hand, and pointed the thum to himself as if indicating that was who he was. Varkas then pointed to her, and rolled his hand asking her what he name was in his current form of speech.
He didn't know who she was, and she obviously wasn't a usual here... she seemed like she might be famous elsewhere, but not on Moraz9. She didn't smell like crime, and that was a nice change in his mind. Perhaps there were some normal people around these parts... it wouldn't kill him to start thinking positively now and then... would it?
Looking down at her hand as she closed his around the guitar pick, he tilted his head slightly, and took another drag from his cigarette. Tucking his head, he tucked it into a shirt pocket under his coat, and then from inside he pulled something else. Extending his hand once more, he opened his palm. In it was a small wooden crucifix that seemed to have been carved masterfully. It seemed he was offering a trade for what she'd given. Lifting the out stretched hand to reaffirm that he wanted her to talk it, he did nothing else for a moment. A second later his then opened the palm of his other hand, holding his cigarette betwen his index and middle finger. Along the inside of his glove the word 'Tartarus' was stitched. He then used that hand, and pointed the thum to himself as if indicating that was who he was. Varkas then pointed to her, and rolled his hand asking her what he name was in his current form of speech.
He didn't know who she was, and she obviously wasn't a usual here... she seemed like she might be famous elsewhere, but not on Moraz9. She didn't smell like crime, and that was a nice change in his mind. Perhaps there were some normal people around these parts... it wouldn't kill him to start thinking positively now and then... would it?
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