bigapplesauce | [Open] From the Bowery to Saint Mark's

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[Open] From the Bowery to Saint Mark's

New York city is a good place for a girl of Aly's talents. So many people are constantly rushing from place to place or else gawping at the sights that it's very easy for a nimble-fingered thing like her to relieve them of a wallet here or there. Credit cards, she finds, are particularly fun and she's made some very exciting purchases at stores with such fun names as Trash & Vaudeville and Search & Destroy. Once she's assembled a better wardrobe, Aly quickly changes and stuffs her plainer clothes into the bottom of a shopping bag. It won't do to exult her victory while wearing clothes that a sharp eye in a crowd might remember.

Partially out of playfulness, Aly chooses a loud and colorful outfit. It's not the strangest thing she's seen in the area called the East Village but it's certainly eye catching enough that someone might easily be distracted into watching her clothes rather than her face. And all her knives are concealed within her many layers though to any onlookers, she's just relaxing at a bar seat eating chipped potatoes with sambal sauce.

She's adjusting to the changes in her Sight, learning to recognize the rolling heat lines that indicate someone who's passed through the rift and the starbursts that tell her someone is what Daine has explained as an alien. Plying those skills, she glances around the tiny eatery.

[[OOC: Open until the cows come home. Aly is in the East Village and feel free to find her in or walking out of the place.]]

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"You don't seem very sure about that one." He looks over at her, raises his eyebrows. A few days is enough time to settle in, but only if she'd had enough luck to run into the right people when she arrived. Either the rebels or Romac could have picked her up and given her a room, especially given the psychic energy she's giving off.

"Found a place to stay already? Or been set up with one?" As they turn the corner, he nods to the figure of the church- a predictably tall and white building planted in the center of the block. "Just there."

"I've been lucky enough to run into someone I know from home," she replied, keeping vague.

"I imagine I'll be looking for a place of my own soon enough, as not to wear out my welcome."

"That's lucky, finding someone from home." As far as he knows. He hasn't been here as long as some of the others, but he gathers that it does happen occasionally. He'd only just brought someone from Topher's universe to him a month ago.

"Or did you go looking?" He taps a finger to his temple, indicating psychic ability. If she has the skills he thinks she has, she definitely should know that he can tell more or less what she is.

Aly raises an eyebrow at his gesture, genuinely wondering what he thinks she can do.

"Oh she found me dressed for a summer party in the middle of winter."

He laughs at that. "That'd do it." He could go poking in her mind to figure out just who it is she's talking about, but he can wait to see if she's cooperative before he takes that route. When they reach the church, he pulls open the heavy door for her. It seems quiet inside, with only a few people milling about nearer to the altar. "Must have really rained on your parade, getting dumped into the snow." Is he amused? Yeah, he is. But only a little.

Aly shrugs like a bird shuffling its wings, more a lift of her shoulder blades than her shoulders themselves. "I've adapted to far worse."

It's a little like talking to a god, lying by telling nothing but the strictest truth.

"That doesn't mean it was a happy trip." Now it's his turn to raise an eyebrow at her. He is definitely the wrong person to be pulling these sorts of tricks on. He practically wrote the verbal trickery handbook.

He waves a hand, entreating her to take a seat. "Pull up a pew, ask your questions." Because she has questions, right? She wouldn't have let him drag her her if she didn't.

Aly does, tucking herself carefully into the end of one. She looks over at him with her eyebrows raised.

"Whatever might I have to ask?"

"I assume there'd be something, but okay. I can ask questions." He settles in next to her and props a foot up against the pew in front of them. "Your universe isn't like this one, I take it. Just how involved are your gods?" He'd gotten the impression that, if people were around in the temples every day, chances are that the gods are a little more hands on as well.

"And what questions could I have for someone like you?" She asks, quavering just so, and letting an implied Are you going to hurt me? linger in the air.

"Well it depends on if a god's taken a liking to you. Like how Alanna the Lioness is the Great Mother Goddess' own."

He's not going to address the question, or the implied question. He's already on his guard around her, but now he's trying to figure out just what sort of impression she's trying to give him. He's not quite buying the damsel in distress vibe.

"And has a God ever taken a liking to you?" The implied here being would you like one to?

"I've no interest in inviting that kind of trouble." Not again, that's for certain. But if he's going to play that game, Aly twiddles her thumbs and looks downcast.

"From what I hear though, us mortals don't get much of a say in whether or not we're a god's chosen."

"No perks on that sort of thing?" He lifts his elbows up onto the back of the pew and looks up into the church. "I'd think the favor of a god would come in handy."

"I suppose that depends on the god, doesn't it?" Aly asks, raising an eyebrow at Gabriel. What sort of god is he?

He tips his head to smile cheekily at her. He's spent a long time as a trickster. It'd be a shame to give up the game here immediately. "What would you do, if you were a god?"

"Meddle," Aly replies. "Isn't that what all gods do? Even when they're helping, they're meddling."

He shrugs. "Would you rather they fucked off into the vacuum of space?" Whoops, look who has some daddy issues. In his universe, God has been absent for a long time, and he doesn't really look favorably on gods who abandon humanity.

"Oh certainly not. I'm rather glad they're more involved than this one," Aly cants her head to the front of the church. "It seems a little hard to trust a god who's never home."

"You don't know the half of it." And that's all that he's going to say about that one. The less he delves into the issues that make him feel guilty and angry, the better. Instead, he shifts the focus to her.

"So what with the innocent act?" He'd been a little surprised by the sudden nervous position she had taken earlier, and hey, ya can't kid a kidder. He knew it for the mask it is. "What's strapped to your leg, a knife or a gun?"

Oh. He's sharp. It's nice to have a challenge, though apparently he's only noticed the leg knife and not the five others on her person.

Aly looks at him with the slightest pout and shrugs. "Doesn't everyone act innocent?"

"That's not really an answer to either of my questions, is it?" He quirks an eyebrow at her and refrains from answering her question. If they get going into a weird theoretical half-serious discussion, they'll never get anywhere either of them wants to go.

"Well, it just seems to me," Aly chews on her thumbnail, breaking off eye contact. "If you're going to get by in such a big place, you do better by acting like you've done nothing wrong and keep your head down."

He shrugs. "That's only good up to a point. Then you start looking like bait. What you're looking for is a good middle ground between damsel in distress and Xena: Warrior Princess."

People think less of a damsel, expecting her to keep her head down and her sewing neat and thinking she'll never hear anything, but Aly doesn't say that. She just shrugs instead.

"Then I try not to go where people are fishing."

"In a city? People fish everywhere." He gives her an incredulous glance. "That thing strapped to your leg might help though, if you know how to use it." To be fair, he'd only noticed that one because she'd adjusted it, but he's assuming there's more weaponry hidden somewhere on her if she's got one item on her already. "What else have ya got? Please tell me ninja stars."

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