@The Psyentist: "I am the last decendant of both families" he said in a serious yet gentle tone.
@DarkKnightDetective: "You seem to have done well for yourself despite the tragedy of losing family members." She nodded. The doctor herself had lived in an orphanage for most of her adolescence, but she wasn't an orphan in the literal sense. And she wasn't alone. She always had her brother.
@DarkKnightDetective: "Well, as I said, you seem to be doing quite well despite the tragedy. I certainly can't find anything wrong with you as far as your psychological evaluation goes." She smoothed down her skirt before returning her attention to him with a small smile.
@The Psyentist: (chuckle) "Yes, well I suppose I am a healthy spoiled rich boy, and a busy one at that, send the evaluation to this address (hands her business card) and have a lovely evening". He says as he stands up and walks to the door and before he leaves, he "accidentally" drops his phone number.
@The Psyentist: "I meet new people everyday but usually it's while i'm fighting a horde of zombies, so we don't really have time to grab a java after we're done." Angel stay's firmly in the same place, he then runs his hands over his face. "Argh I do wish I had more time to my self, I could catch up with friends I haven't got the time to have but I have a responsibility, I had time for that before I died, I'm on borrowed time now and it's a debt I repay everyday."
@AmazingAngel: "Borrowed time? Downtime is important. People are often surprised when they see me out at a club, like I'm somehow not supposed to have a life. Really, I could spend all my time cooped up by myself reading the latest science journals, but I try to make time at least once a week for social fun. Interconnectivity is important for mental health."
The Lord Arcani sailed through the air. Crisp winter wind whipped at his white hair, grabbed at his grey garb. Airborne for forty five yards, a leap impossible for any mortal man.
The west wall of Alexandra's office raced toward him. Impact imminent he becomes intangible with a thought. Phasing through the wall and into the darkened office. His form becoming tangible once more after entering the office, dropping into a roll to expend the momentum from his lunge.
Breaking and entering was hardly a noble task for the Lord of the Sword. But the Court needed information on the super humans populating the world, and where better than they very person they confessed their weaknesses too?
Rising to his feat he immediately begins to search for anything resembling a file, folder or notebook.
@The Psyentist: Turning to face the leather clad lady in white Amaranth arches a pale brow. He had not expected anyone to be here this late. More than that he was surprised his enhanced senses had not warned him of her presence. Strange.
"That I was." Casually resting his hands on his belt, drawing himself up to his full seven foot height. His multi spectrum vision could see in the darkness but still.. She had slipped up on him effortlessly. Something was amiss here.
"If you will just turn over all your files I'll be on my way."
@The Psyentist: Soft footfalls echo through the darkened room as the ancient warrior circles around, attempting to maneuver around Alexandra to the passageway she came from.
"Amaranth." He answers in his deep rumble, trying to use his voice to conceal his the sound of his movements. "Why? Because the future of my entire species rides upon my shoulders."
Feeling slightly embarrassed at the failed attempt to conceal the blade, he slowly removed it from his pants leg while offering a sheepish grin. "Well of course, ma'am. I hadn't planned on cutting anything here, but I've nowhere else to put it. But you don't have to worry. This sword absolutely does not cut humans."
@The Psyentist: "Leave? After I came all this way?" He chuckles, the sound of his voice filling the darkness. "I thi-
-an explosive lunge interrupts him mid sentence, hurling himself across the room. One single stride and he has crossed the entire room, the second footfall twists him into a flowing spin, intended to twist his frame around the deadly beauty and into the mysterious passage way behind her.
Noticing the familiar expression, he couldn't help but let out a laugh. He'd seen that one many times before. "Well, anything but, really. I could cleave through a fully armored...one of those carriage things with the cannons, with this. But against a person's flesh, it's really mostly a bludgeoning tool."
@The Psyentist: Surprised by her sudden use of telekinetic power and the speed of her reflexes Amaranth is unable to stop in time. His shoulder and skull slam into the bookcase with enough force to rattle the windows. His forehead is cracked against a hard pane of wood and blood pores down over his left eye, blinding him on one side. He snarls instinctively at the burst of pain.
Crimson blood runs down his face and drips from his jaw. "Hardly." He turns to face her once more. "I'm not in the habit of leaving empty handed."
"Whatever you say. You're the doctor!" Standing aside at the wall, he took a moment to ponder his situation. "These types of things, I'm not sure how they're usually handled. I have a problem and you're going to help me. My problem is..." His mind struggled momentarily to recall his reason for being there at all. "I forget."
@Yaiba: "You forgot the reason you came here? Or your problem is you forget?" She arched a brow. "Well, maybe it will come to you. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself in the meantime."
@The Psyentist: Amaranth rests his hands on his utility belt. "Perhaps there is a deal to be had here." The woman was beautiful and for a moment his disciplined mind was swayed by her touch. "This does not need to end in violence." But he suspected it would. One way, or another.