I Stand Alone

[Brandon]

"Ah. Well it would appear that in this town, it would be relatively safe to mention that I might just be a vampyre..." Out of habit, he said the last word quietly. After all, you could never be too careful, could you?

[Jassira]

Jassira seemed to deflate a little, and sighed with relief. "Is that all?,"she replied with a grin," Should've figured that one around here. The undead usually have a knack for it, and you didn't give off enough of a creepy vibe to be some kind of high magick psycho. Er, no offense?" She didn't intend to be too rude...This guy looks like a kicked dog at the mention of 'vampire. Sheesh,self loathing much? But he was passably cute (for a dead guy), so Jass figured she could forgive him that little foible.

"So uh...right,"she shifted from one foot to the other, toying with one of the many bracelets at her wrists. Why the heck did this get uncomfortable?. "Should I let you get back to that?," she asked,flicking her eyes to the book Brandon held.

[Brandon]

"Leave, if you have work to do. Don't worry about wasting my time, however. It is not like I'm going to die anytime soon."

[Jassira]

Hands twitching to move into action, Jassira fought to keep down her irritation. "Boy, you may live long,but you are not immortal," she replied a mite coldly,brown eyes flashing wih quicksilver brilliance for a moment, " It would be unwise to provoke someone who could easily take that from you."

She could have been quite ready to rip into Brandon,if not for her guide swooping down to land on a branch above with a plaintive Caw. Jassira sighed, looking up at the large crow," All right, Zan. Blah blah, no threats without the Big Man's approval."

[Brandon]

Brandon shook his head. "Forgive me for my brash tongue, My Lady. I only meant to say That it would be fine with me if you stayed, but if you must go, you needn't worry about my feelings. I'm not even sure if I have any anymore....." He stared into the distance, cursing his bad temper.

[Jassira]

Sighing loudly,Jassira held up one finger in the universal,'Just a Second', gesture at the bird. She wanted to be annoyed,really she did, but how could you stay aggravated with someone so....down? Yeah, and you hit a nerve in him, twit.

So, feeling just a little guilty, Jass walked around until she was blocking Brandon's view into...well,whereever his mind had been wandering in the process. "Allright, Sir, what gives?,"she asked, flipping the back on her coat out so she could sit on the grass in front of him. She had a Mark to find, but she literally had...time to kill. "You most certainly do have some feelings, considering you're feeling bad that I'm the one who bothered you. A start,right?" Ugh, I'm not supposed to be nice to the mortals.

[Brandon]

Brandon sat. "My Lady, I'd rather not burden you with my life's story. It's somewhat cliche. To make a long story short, I am a vampyre, and I hate myself. However I've come to deal with it. No way to change such things, is there now? Wishing does nothing but sadden the soul. Now, what- if I may be so bold as to ask- might you be, besides kind and immortal?"

[Jassira]

"Oh why feel so bad? At least you're not on the very bottom of the proverbial food-chain,"she waved dismissively at the comment and tucked her knees up so she was 'indian-style'. "And nice is a relative term,dear. But_", she was interrupted by the big crow squawking once more," Zanzibar! A minute!?,"she snapped, before looking back at Brandon," Where was I? Ah, well, I guess you could say I work for Death."

[Brandon]

Brandon cocked his head at her, clearly interested. Butt the bird continued to squawk. He stood and extended a hand down to Jass. "I am officially intrigued. But I realize you have work to do...perhaps when you're done we could speak again? You intrigue me...Lady...?"

[Jassira]

Jass shot the great bird a vicious glare,to which it responded with a grumble and a bristling of feathers. Looking back at up at Brandon, she tilted a brow at the gesture, thinking it over a moment before slipping her hand into his. Well, if he wants to be a gentleman...,she thought,trying to rise gracefully and NOT trip on an exposed tree root. " You're..not boring yourself. And Jassira, call me Jassira...'m far from holding the title of Lady." She smirked, tossing dark hair over her shoulder," Rosemarie's...you know of it?"

[Brandon]

Brandon shook his head. "I'm afraid not, I'm quite new in this town..I just got here the day before last."

[Jassira]

"Lucky you. Most out-of-towners don't get to make it that long,"she winked at him,giving a bit of a wave in Brandon's direction as she turned to walk away,
" You want to learn the ins and outs of New Babylon," Jass paused,glancing over her shoulder at him," Rosemarie's is pretty public and off Broadway and 5th Ave. I'll catch you around sometime?"

The big crow swooped down low from its perch,coming to land on Jass' shoulder. Chatting was what she'd rather do, truthfully, but she had places to be and people to Reap. " Be there Sunday afternoon." Did she really want their little meeting to occur? Maybe. Afterall, it wasn't often she actually dealt with anyone who could see her...and sometimes it was a lttle sad that Death was 'her thing'. But that was the least of her worries when she spotted the simpleton trying to weave his way under a very rickety scaffold..."Hm, Mr. Steadman..."

[Brandon]

Brandon nodded at Jass's offer, and watched her as she walked away. There was something...charming about the woman. He shook his head in an effort to wipe the smirk off of his face. 'Rosemarie's...hmm. It's a date then...' Despite the alarm that was giong off in the back of his head (what he guessed to be the remnants of his logic), Brandon found himself looking forward to seeing Jassira again.'I'm officially interested in her line of work...how does one work for death? Though I suppose anything is possible...'