He's just gonna shrug at this one. 'Cause he truly has no idea - how long, where it came from, what it is, exactly.
"I dunno, I guess my whole life?" Even to him he sounds like he's incredibly unsure, so maybe he should just be up front. "Something happened and my memories..."
He waves a hand in the air, indicating he was wiped clean.
"Took a while to get some answers from an old geezer," his annoyance is very clear, and he's still tempted to just toss Roger Bacon off a cliff. The troll would probably survive and bounce right back up to boot Yuri in his own ass. "I'm trying to figure out the rest. Just got my name and a few basics."
He doesn't remember anything beyond that? Tempted as she is to continue handling this situation with extreme skepticism, something about that strikes a chord with her. To forget who she was, or where she came from, to not be able to have answers to the most basic questions— it sounds like a goddamn nightmare.
At her words, his shoulders sag, as if weighed down with the heaviness of just how raw of a deal he has.
"Yeah, no kidding." Shaking his head, he tries not to immediately dwell on all the unknowns about his life, especially this inside him. Malice or monsters or demons or what the hell ever it is.
Now that she seems less willing to eviscerate him, he eyes her cautiously. They're still in the shadows of the alley, but she's so pale she seems to reflect light on her own. That's a lot of skin there so he focuses on her face. Yes. That's it. Totally not looking anywhere else.
"So...no stabbing? I'm good? 'Cause I was gonna catch up to those guys --" And he pauses, realizing that there's no way in hell he'll find those assholes. He blows out a loud breath, as if deflating. "Never mind. Maybe I'll hunt down those idiots tomorrow."
She sighs heavily, and her entire body relaxes into a more casual slump as a great deal of the fight rushes out of her. This whole thing is a pain in the ass, but more than what he says, it’s her gut that convinces her.
He’s not who she’s looking for. Probably not, anyway.
“No, no stabbing.” A beat, as she lifts her chin and looks towards the other end of the alleyway. “We could still catch them. What, you some kind of fuckin’ quitter?” Nevermind the fact that she’s the one who delayed him.
He frowns at her, forgetting how a few minutes before she was threatening him and ready to skewer him.
She's questioning his very manhood. Or something like that. Whatever it is, he has some pride and he crosses his arms over his chest. Possibly trying to make himself look bigger.
"I ain't a quitter, damn." The last part is muttered, because he's actually not out to piss her off. She is kinda scary. "I just wanted to ask them some questions. They seemed like the recognized me and not in a good way."
Looks like he spent some time in Shanghai scaring some punks. He hopes.
"Don't remember the last time I was here, so if they got some info I'm gonna get it out of them. It's not that urgent." He shrugs, his words giving a more menacing tone to what he plans -- which is go loom over the guys and get details without doing much else. They did seem terrified of him.
"You go around accosting people in alleys often? What demon are you even looking for around here?"
Of all the things she’s done in her quest for vengeance, accosting someone in an alley is pretty low on the list of things that could be considered shocking. She gives a snort before shaking her head, dismissive.
“Not urgent, huh. Well, every minute you spend standing around here, they get further and further away. You want to hunt someone down, you have to be relentless— and as for what kind of demon I’m looking for, clearly the kind that gets around.” She doesn’t exactly look native to Shanghai, for one.
“He’s in this goddamn shithole of a city, I know that much.”
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"I dunno, I guess my whole life?" Even to him he sounds like he's incredibly unsure, so maybe he should just be up front. "Something happened and my memories..."
He waves a hand in the air, indicating he was wiped clean.
"Took a while to get some answers from an old geezer," his annoyance is very clear, and he's still tempted to just toss Roger Bacon off a cliff. The troll would probably survive and bounce right back up to boot Yuri in his own ass. "I'm trying to figure out the rest. Just got my name and a few basics."
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He doesn't remember anything beyond that? Tempted as she is to continue handling this situation with extreme skepticism, something about that strikes a chord with her. To forget who she was, or where she came from, to not be able to have answers to the most basic questions— it sounds like a goddamn nightmare.
Poor bastard.
"Raw fucking deal you got."
i shall pummel you with tags that are a year due
"Yeah, no kidding." Shaking his head, he tries not to immediately dwell on all the unknowns about his life, especially this inside him. Malice or monsters or demons or what the hell ever it is.
Now that she seems less willing to eviscerate him, he eyes her cautiously. They're still in the shadows of the alley, but she's so pale she seems to reflect light on her own. That's a lot of skin there so he focuses on her face. Yes. That's it. Totally not looking anywhere else.
"So...no stabbing? I'm good? 'Cause I was gonna catch up to those guys --" And he pauses, realizing that there's no way in hell he'll find those assholes. He blows out a loud breath, as if deflating. "Never mind. Maybe I'll hunt down those idiots tomorrow."
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She sighs heavily, and her entire body relaxes into a more casual slump as a great deal of the fight rushes out of her. This whole thing is a pain in the ass, but more than what he says, it’s her gut that convinces her.
He’s not who she’s looking for. Probably not, anyway.
“No, no stabbing.” A beat, as she lifts her chin and looks towards the other end of the alleyway. “We could still catch them. What, you some kind of fuckin’ quitter?” Nevermind the fact that she’s the one who delayed him.
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She's questioning his very manhood. Or something like that. Whatever it is, he has some pride and he crosses his arms over his chest. Possibly trying to make himself look bigger.
"I ain't a quitter, damn." The last part is muttered, because he's actually not out to piss her off. She is kinda scary. "I just wanted to ask them some questions. They seemed like the recognized me and not in a good way."
Looks like he spent some time in Shanghai scaring some punks. He hopes.
"Don't remember the last time I was here, so if they got some info I'm gonna get it out of them. It's not that urgent." He shrugs, his words giving a more menacing tone to what he plans -- which is go loom over the guys and get details without doing much else. They did seem terrified of him.
"You go around accosting people in alleys often? What demon are you even looking for around here?"
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Of all the things she’s done in her quest for vengeance, accosting someone in an alley is pretty low on the list of things that could be considered shocking. She gives a snort before shaking her head, dismissive.
“Not urgent, huh. Well, every minute you spend standing around here, they get further and further away. You want to hunt someone down, you have to be relentless— and as for what kind of demon I’m looking for, clearly the kind that gets around.” She doesn’t exactly look native to Shanghai, for one.
“He’s in this goddamn shithole of a city, I know that much.”