I Stand Alone

[Mara]

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[Brandon]

Brandon sat under a tree and opened his new book. These spells better not be a waste of time...this 'New Age' witchcraft is nothing like the actual stuff. The book looked old enough to be worth while, but he was still skeptical. The town didn't look as extraordinary as he had heard it was, either. Humans walked the streets, owned the stores...he could sense others, lurking in the shadows....and there where weres....but that was it. He sighed. was he destined to wonder the world alone forever?

[Jassira]

She was going to be late if she didn't get a move on...Things never worked out well when a Collector was late for a 'job'. Jassira rushed her way down the Hall to the Realms, briefly glancing at the little notebook she had in hand. New Babylon; Earth. Her lip curled in distaste at the prospect of another Tour in the city. It was a supernatural hub of sorts, and usually meant a busy day's work for her.

Tucking the notebook into the back pocket of her black slacks, Jass shoved open the door to where she needed to go, nodding at the disgruntled looking crow waiting just behind, " Another day in the grind, Zan." The crow, Zanzibar, squawked at her in annoyance before flapping his way ahead. She chuckled a bit, jogging down the mist-filled corridor to another small door. Jassira shoved at the door, only to find it stuck. "Peculiar..."

Frowning at the door, she gave it a light kick with the heel of her sneaker. It wouldn' budge. Collectors used doorways that lead out of Oak trees...some mystical nonsense or another she really didn't ask about anymore...it seemed even Death himself didn't bother explaining the 'little things'. Giving it another kick, she yelled in frustration," Blasted tree! Open up, I have things to Reap!"

[Brandon]

Brandon tilted his head toward the tree. A moment ago, he could have sworn he heard a knocking sound coming from it. Of all the... He hit his knuckles against the tree lightly. He didn't want to hurt the Oak. It was enormous....not to mention he was thinking about sleeping in it that night.

[Jassira]

Jassira was dertermined.

Setting her left shoulder against the door, and her right hand turning the latch, Jass tossed her weight against the door not realizing the problem had been removed. The door swung outwards, sending her tumbling out to land in a heap at the foot of tree.
" Oh ten-thousands hells,"she swore,blinking up into the sunlight peeking through the leaves overhead.

[Brandon]

Brandon blinked and rushed to help the young....lady? As he approached her, he realized she had horns...and fire red hair...she was beautiful though. He extended his hand to help her off the ground. "Are you all right..miss?"

[Jassira]

" I'm just fine. Though I think my pride might be a little bruised." Just a mite humiliated, Jass took the offered hand up. Heck, what could it hurt more than her own ego?

That, and with her eyes finally adjusted, she could see her 'rescuer' much better. Thankfully, she thought, an attractive little smile replacing her former scowl as she got to her feet.

"Well aren't you just the White Knight."

[Brandon]

Brandon flinched inwardly at the word knight. What I wouldn't give to be able to use that title again.... "I've done nothing, truly." I want to ask her why she fell out of a tree...but that might be more trouble than its worth. Best to just let her go.... "Well if you're all right, I'll leave you too your life." He stepped away from her and sat back on the ground-away from the tree.

[Jassira]

Jassira frowned at his dismissal of her. Really? I basically fell on him and I don't even get questioned? "Hm, well thanks for the hand up then. I'll just be-," she blinked owlishly a moment, the thought suddenly hitting, Am I supposed to be here? She quickly pulled the notebook from her back pocket, flicking quickly through the pages until she reached her daily list," Hm...tree,"she murmured, glancing up at him with a raised brow," Say, you're not Isaiah Steadman by chance?"

[Brandon]

Raising an eyebrow, Brandon shook his head. "No. My name is Brandon.....Brandon Ian Galdreth....Why do you ask? Looking for someone are you?"

[Jassira]

She tucked the notebook back in her pocket,looking mildly disappointed that the boy was in fact not Isaiah Steadman. "Ah, well...Brandon Ian, yadda yadda...Mr. Steadman and I have,"she paused, ann amused little smirk playing on her lips,"..an appointment of sorts. I really must find him at some point."

[Brandon]

"I see...well I hope you find him."

[Jassira]

Jass huffed, pouting a bit as she turned to walk away to find her Mark. That's just wonderful. I'm passably attractive, just mysterious enough to entice on a normal day....But this bloke sees me and..., Dark eyes widening, she whipped back around,

" You can see me?!", her voice just this side of shrill as she rounded on Brandon again.

[Brandon]

"Aye," he looked at her questioningly, "Should I not?"

[Jassira]

There was a spark to her eyes as she narrowed them at this...Well, Jassira wasn't quite sure what to make of the boy anymore. As it was, she was getting an odd reading about him. Something's not entirely right, she thought, fingers itching to materialise her dagger and List be damned..No one was supposed to see me!

"Not exactly...Maybe I should have asked 'What' you were, and not 'Who'."