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Julien was silent as he witnessed the teleport, say the dark flames... but didn't feel any heat from them. Not even the slightest change in temperature, as he was relatively close to her, physically speaking.

"....hm." he mumbled.

"Odd. Didn't feel any heat from that." he muttered further.

"Anyway, yes. I am part of THE Wolfe clan... or family... or whatever you call it." he then said to Racquel.

"And... well... it's why I was living in that abandoned part of town, as I said earlier." he continued.

"....have you had any run-ins with those prior to me?" he asked her.

Julien looked at Demitra, sighed quietly, and then smiled.

"No arguments, then." he said.

He then looked between the two women, and nodded.

"Well, the best medic you know would be the best choice." he chuckled.

"Regardless, thank you for bringing me here, Demitra, and offering your room." he said to Demitra, before looking to Racquel.

"And thank YOU for welcoming me into your home." he told her.

"It means more to me than... well, than it would for most other people." he added.

Julien looked over towards Demitra, and opened his mouth to protest, before sighing.

"Either that, or you'll sleep like the dead." he commented, freezing up for a second. "In... a metaphorical sense." he quickly clarified. "I managed to get rid of most of the venom, but there's still a little in there, and it'll really make you tired and queasy." he warned Demitra.

"...on that note, you really should see a medic as soon as possible." he told her. "You're in no danger of dying, and there's little enough venom in your system that you should counter and expel it on your own in time... but it's not pleasant, and the sooner a proper medic can treat you for the remainder of it, the better." he then reasoned further.

"That being said, if you are absolutely sure about using your room, I know better than to argue with such generosity." he added with a small smile.

"Oh, yes." he then said, looking at Racquel.

"Do you have someplace, even temporarily, where I can put my supplies?" he asked her, gesturing to the cloth bag he'd brought with him.

@amber lynne: I... can't remember that, either.

@xvz: we met through a mutual friend. like... that's really all there is to it. I had a friend that shared similar interests with me, and she then introduced me and amber to each other.

Julien just shrugged.

"Well, whatever happens... happens." he said.

"I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I've had to do it for all my life, so... no sense being scared NOW." he reasoned.

"And of course I'll help." he told her. "I don't want to be an imposition or anything, so I'll do whatever I can to help earn my keep here." he assured her further with a small smile.

"And thank you." he then said further.

"This will be the first time in... since I can remember... that I'll have a proper roof over my head."

....actually... I think you may be right.

"Madam, I assure you I mean no harm to you, your daughter, or anyone else." Julien responded.

"I mean no harm to anyone." he went on. "Yet they mean hard to me." he lamented with a sigh. "It's why I was living in that part of the town that the Basilisk Tiger had claimed as its territory." he explained.

"Everyone was avoiding the area, so I moved in and was able to keep myself safe from the beast by causing it to seize up whenever it tried to attack me." he explained to her further.

"But since it's now dead, everyone will come flooding back. Demitra took it upon herself to offer sanctuary here, and quite frankly... it sounded far better than roaming the wilds, trying to avoid being seen or detected, and then hunted down." he told her.

"And I HAVE heard of your sister." he continued.

"...did everything I could to stay as far away from her path as possible, I admit." he added candidly.

Julien bit his lip slightly when the woman spoke to him about his last name.

"...yes." he said. "I am." he told her.

"And it's probably the same line you're thinking of." he continued.

"It's how I saved Demitra's life." he then said.

"The venom was in her system, and was almost finished with its work, but I managed to find her in time and get her back to where I was staying." he explained. "And then I proceeded to... well...." he mumbled, trailing off some.

"...separate her blood from the venom, extract the venom, and replace her blood." he finished.

This confirmed who he was, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

It's what I remember.

As you said, it was SO long ago, around when we first hooked up.

So it's not surprising that you forgot.

I remember because... well, my brain's weird that way.

"Ma'am, if I may?" Julien interjected.

"The bounty was, in fact, listed incorrectly." he told her. "Demitra told me she went in expecting a Spider Tiger, which is... still a threat, but significantly less threatening." he went on.

"However, the two are VERY similar in appearance, and the only way one can truly tell is by looking directly at its eyes, or seeing how they handle their victims and/or kills." he explained.

"I'm guessing the one that placed the bounty hadn't seen any victims, and merely went on looks alone." he continued.

"And, to be far, there ARE about 3 times as many Spider Tigers in the world as there are Basilisk Tigers. Plus, they're more common in the area Demitra was in as well." he explained further.

"It's an understandable error. I'm not saying it's not a grievous one, mind, but this isn't as stupid as one may think."

Immediately, Julien was hit with how this woman was quite striking. She seemed like someone that one could very easily fall for at the first sight of her. However, he kept himself neutral and calm, and cleared his throat a litte.

"Indeed." he said, rising to his feet.

"Julien Lewis Wolfe." he introduced himself to her, giving a small and respectful bow.

"And... well... yes. Not to blow my own whistle or anything, but she is not exaggerating." he confirmed.

"I happened upon her in a vulnerable situation, and did what I could to make sure she didn't die a... rather painful and slow death." he continued.

"To be utterly blunt about it."

Julien froze when he heard the new voice, but it was purely instinctual.

Demitra had told him that the woman she lived with, her mother, would be fine with him. That she wasn't like her sister, and that she would love that he was there. But he was still scared. Partially because of the Fyrane stigma that Rowena had perpetuated, but mostly because... he was used to people reacting poorly when they met him or saw him. There was no getting around it. He had grown up with that, so he had to fight his instinct to run or hide right there and then.

He took a few breaths, and calmed himself down.

"Calm down, Julien. Trust Demitra." he told himself quietly.

He had been directed to a table at the other end of the kitchen where she would serve him the food, and he wondered if he should stand up to meet the woman? Would that be too threatening? Would it be disrespectful to keep sitting?

He then just sighed heavily, and decided to remain seated, deciding to stand up when the woman was close enough to him for a more proper and formal introduction.

"...yes." Julien replied.

"Quite." he told her.

"Eating is... well, I don't starve." he said. "There was always SOME animal that I could catch and kill and eat." he explained. "However, I needed to be very careful. Eating something that was rabid was not good. And the garbage feeders were something I always avoided. Garbage in, garbage out." he went on, muttering the last part.

"So... yes, some proper homemade food would be a delight for my stomach, and probably my spirit and soul." he reasoned, being candid with her.

"At this point, I don't even care what it could be." he admitted.

"Eating a proper meal is... well, you didn't say much about what it might be, but you've sold me on it." he chuckled.

How did we start getting into RPing?

....well... hm.

Volta's PG-13, so I'll spare a LOT of the details, lest I get in trouble, but it started when we actually got together and became a couple, and then... well, because I lived in another province, roleplaying out little scenarios became something that we did as a way to bond with each other and have more intimate encounters.

And then it just snowballed from there.

It's nothing too involved or overly dramatic, but I believe that's the history of our RPing in a nutshell.