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Kit Killovarras	The world can be a weirdly exciting place for someone with as adventurous and curious a nature as an aardwolf and this fact has been a strange constant for Kit. So when he realizes he's taken a wrong train and wound up somewhere new? Kit uses it as an excuse to go exploring. After all, why not? It's a new place. Mid morning is normally a quiet time around the area, too early for schools to be letting out but too late for the general hustle and bustle of the daily commute. It's times like this that the aardwolf truly enjoys. Not really enough people to justify hiding what he is, so for the moment he's wandering with his tail out, though his hood is still up.. No point in revealing everything all at once, right? Somewhere in his hoodie pocket his cellphone is playing at a nearly silent volume, but as far as the aardwolf is concerned, it might as well be concert levels of sound, so he continues to wander with his tail swaying, enjoying the beat of whatever he happens to be listening to at the time.
Mercy Thompson	There are a few older and slightly rusted vehicles that sit across the property in various places. Most of them have tall grass that grows around them, for the acreage is generally let to go fairly wild and as it will. One of those happens to be a Volkswagen beetle of the older style, and it happens to have been dragged to and parked at a location that's not that far from where the aardwolf investigates. It doesn't run and it's clearly had other parts removed as it's without a hood and a couple of the lights are missing from it. And from that one, there comes a clang of sound like that of metal against metal. And then, there comes muttered German swearing in a woman's voice. There's the sound of rustling grass, and Mercy wriggles her way out from under the car, taking a moment to lay on her back in the grass before she pushes herself up to her feet. She's wearing a pair of stained and slightly torn jeans that have seen better days, a pair of tan steel-toed boots, and a grey t-shirt with a cartoony wolf curled up sleeping on the front. Her black hair has been pulled into two pigtails that are frayed, and she's got grease smudges on her cheeks. A trickle of blood traces down the back of her left hand, and she idly wipes it off on her jeans. She paces a couple of steps alongside of the car, and then she stops. A scent tickles her nose, and there's the faint sound of unexpected music to drift across the tall grass to her sensitive ears. These are unexpected things. She tilts her head a little to one side and then turns to scan the direction they originate from. "G'morning!" Mercy calls out in greeting.
Kit Killovarras	"Good morning," comes the cheerful voice of the aardwolf, not missing a beat. He gives a little wave of his paw, mismathed eyes studying Mercy for a moment before he goes back to enjoying his music. He'll eventually make his way towards the vehicle, studying the hunk of metal for a moment before he gives a little shrug. Cars might as well be from another planet for him, since he's never had to really think on them too much. After a moment, he'll study Mercy for a moment, then offer one of those warm, friendly smiles of his as he muses, "Nice shirt." and extends a paw. "Name's Kit." Well, at least he's being friendly today, rather than being his broody and withdrawn self, but then again it's also the right time of day and he's in a new place, so he has a reason to be cheerful.
Mercy Thompson	The tool is shifted a bit within her hand, and then she reaches around to tuck it into one of her back pockets. Her hands are dirty, but that's not entirely unexpected given that she was working on the vehicle. She snags a rag from where it had been draped on one of the rear view mirrors of the vehicle, and then she uses it to wipe off her hands as best as can be done. She glances towards the car a moment after he does, then turns her attention back to him. "It's a car I use for parts," she comments, a smile quirking her lips. In case it might not have been obvious. To his nose, as sensitive as it is, her scent is tangled with and of the coyote that he likely caught whiff of on the property in addition to having notes of rust and iron and various car fluids. She glances towards her shirt at his mention of it, and then she chuckles and gives a nod. "Thanks," she says with a smile. Then she reaches out to accept his paw, giving it a shake with a grip that's firm without being overbearing at all. "I'm Mercy," she offers in turn. "Can I help you with something?" she asks, a touch of curiosity to her voice.
Kit Killovarras	"Nah, just wandering." he says with a little chuckle, his grip on the womans hand remarkably delicate through the shake. He gives a little a little chuckle and a nod to the comment about this being a 'parts car'. "Yeah, figured as much since I doubt it'd run in this condition. But then again, I don't honestly know much about them." Then he notices the scent of the coyote and pauses for a moment, tilting his head a little before he asks, "Friends with the 'yotes around here I take it?" with a little tilt of his head, his tone becoming rather curious.
Mercy Thompson	"Be careful in the woods," Mercy says, lifting a hand to gesture towards them. "I found a trap there a few months back, an old hunter's trap. I don't know how it got there, and I haven't had a chance to make my way through it all to make sure it's clear," she adds, a touch of concern to her voice. A bit subconsciously, perhaps, she rubs one of her wrists a bit at mention of the trap. She glances towards the car, and then she laughs lightly before giving a nod. "Yeah, there's no way it'll run as it is. It's missing a few too many of the important things," she comments, quirking a smile. "I'm working on redoing one of these into a Herby the Lovebug," she adds, a touch amused. She blinks and tilts her head a touch to one side when he mentions the coyotes, and she studies him for a long moment. "Well...," she begins, pausing a moment as she considers him, "that would be one way of putting it, I suppose." She doesn't come upon those with such a sensitive nose very often. "There's not many," she adds. There are a few actual coyotes, and there's herself -- who can become coyote. "Care to walk with me back up to the shop? I need a different tool for this, and a bite of lunch would be good," she offers. The intent to share the food is there, albeit not said plainly.
Kit Killovarras	Kit gives a little nod as a smile crosses his maw, "I mean, I don't mind accompanying you and a snack sounds good about not. was gonna just grab a few bugs as I wandered, but I wouldnt mind something with a bit more substance." Its about this point that he just decides, screw it and brushes his hood back, letting his ears out finally. The mention of hunters traps gets his ears to perk a little and he just shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time I've gotten a paw stuck. They suck, but its noth--" he stops when he notices her rubbing at her wrist, studying her for a moment before asking, "Got your paw snagged in one of them.. Didn't you?"
Mercy Thompson	"Bugs can be all well and good sometimes, but I think a ham and cheese sandwich might be a bit more filling than what you'll find hereabouts. Unless you come across a rabbit," Mercy comments, her tone thoughtful. Bugs are tasty little snacks sometimes, if she were to allow the coyote in her to have an opinion. "I've got water and juice back at the shop as well. And tea and hot cocoa. You're out of luck if you want coffee, though," she says, a smile coming to her features. When he brushes his hood back, she raises an eyebrow a touch but doesn't seem afraid at all. Or startled, either. She's come across a thing or three in the past, and he's not the scariest of them. "Well, still... I'd rather it not happen to you, so... forewarned is forearmed and all. It definitely sucks," she agrees, giving a small nod. She glances down to her wrist, suddenly moving her hands apart from one another, and her gaze lifts to his, to study him for a long moment. "You could say that, yeah," she says. Even after all these years, she can't bring herself to lie. And he's not technically wrong -- it had been a paw that got snagged. There's no visible sign of the injury, if he were to try to catch a glimpse of it.
Kit Killovarras	Kit licks his maw at the mention of ham and cheese, giving a little nod. "Bugs are more just for the sake of nutrition for me. Sort of need them to a degree." he admits with a shrug, his ears twitching a bit. There's a little laugh at her reaction to his question, the subtle jerk of her hand away from her wrist. "well, there's no sign of it, so chances are it was either a flat-trap or you're more than just a shifter.." theres a little pause and he tilts his head again, opposite way this time. "Spirit.maybe? I mean, you don't hold yourself like a typical divine, so..." he lets the thought drift at that. Curious yeen is curious.
Mercy Thompson	"Bugs are pretty nutritionally dense, given their size," Mercy says, her tone thoughtful. She raises an eyebrow slightly as she watches him, and then she gives a nod. "Ham and cheese is at least fairly substantial. And it tastes better than most of the bugs around here," she comments, quirking a smile. Her gaze falls to her wrist for a moment, and then lifts back to him before she gives a small shake of her head. "Ah, no... it was a toothed trap. I... was lucky enough to come across the right person at the right time, and he took care of it for me," she says, a smile quirking at the corners of her lips. She blinks with a bit of surprise when he outright calls her a shifter, and one of her eyebrows quirks up as she looks him over anew. "Walker, actually," she comments, the words spoken before she's really given it much thought. "Half divine," she adds, unable to help herself. "How do you know these things?" she asks, turned curious now herself.
Kit Killovarras	"Magi," is the first word given as Kit just continues to chuckle a little. "I grew up studying about these sort of things as a part of my every-day life." Then, as if to emphasize that point, he holds out a paw and a few of the loose nuts and bolts from the car she'd been working on earlier suddenly rattle and fly over, orbiting each other above his palm. Then he sends the pieces back to where they'd come from and he gives a little nod. "It's good that someone was willing to help you. Toothed traps are the worst.. How humans could justify using them I'll never know, but then again I've met a few who simply don't care what kind of pain they cause.."
Mercy Thompson	"I can't say that I've met a lot of magi before," Mercy says. "That must have made for an interesting childhood and education," she adds. Not that her own was bland, growing up amongst werewolves as she had. Her gaze turns towards his paw when he holds it out, and she tilts her head to one side as she watches those loose nuts and bolts in action as they orbit above his palm. "That's pretty awesome," she says with a bit of a grin. She hasn't got any magic along those lines. Hers is a bit different. She casts a glance towards the pieces as they settle back from whence they had come, and then she gives a nod. "It is. I'm very grateful to him. He saved my wrist, my hand... my livelihood," she says, casting a brief glance towards the mechanic shop before her attention turns back to him. "It had been there for a long time. I can usually pick them out by smell, but it was rusted and fairly overgrown and it caught me by surprise," she says. Literally, it had. "A lot of people don't care. They care about getting rid of the nuisance or harvesting a pelt. Or of catching a meal. They don't feel a need to care. I'd rather not cause things any undue or unnecessary pain," she comments. She gives a brief glance towards the car, then her attention turns back to him as she moves to start to head towards the shop. "I haven't seen you about before. Are you new to the area?" she asks. Seen, smelled, heard... mentioning one sense might as well be like mentioning all of them.
Kit Killovarras	Kit just nods and follows as she starts off towards the shop, "I live in Manhattan, but I've only been there about six months.. I tend to wander though." He gives a little shrug and smiles all the same as he adds, "I actually got on the wrong train this morning, so I figured I'd explore for a few hours before heading home." Kit scratches at the back of his head, his smile widening into a bit of a grin as he muses, "I actually always thought my childhood was a little bland, but then again.. When this sort of thing is all you've known for your entire life, it doesn't seem too exciting." He pauses a little, giving a bit of a sigh and a chuckle as he adds, "Then again, I don't suppose most kids wind up talking to ghosts, spirits and demons at a young age either.."
Mercy Thompson	"Manhattan? That's a fair ways off," Mercy says, a touch of curiosity to her voice. "Wandering can be quite satisfying, and it's a good way to find new things. To see the world," she comments, a smile easily coming to her features. She doesn't seem to mind the tall grass, walking easily through it at a smooth pace that's unhurried. She chuckles and then gives a nod to him, about the train. "Where had you intended to end up?" she asks, raising an eyebrow slightly as she looks to him. She gives a light laugh, and then shrugs one of her shoulders. "I expect a lot of folks figure their childhood was bland, until they find out about other people's. Then they either find out for sure that theirs was bland or realize that it wasn't," she says, sounding a trifle amused. "It's perspective," she adds, glancing towards him. She snorts softly as he speaks of ghosts and spirits and demons, and then she gives a wry sort of chuckle. "Ghosts, yes. At least for me. When they choose to show themselves to me, anyways."
Kit Killovarras	Kit gives a little nod and shrugs, "Actually, I was heading home.." he says before stifling a bit of a yawn. "It's been a weirdly long night, but I figure it'd do some good to explore and relax." Then he gives a little smile. "So many places to see in this country." He seems rather well equipped for this sort of terrain and the tall grass doesn't seem to bug him much. "And yeah, I've been realizing that my childhood was... different. I mean, due to what I am, I was practically a prisoner up until this year.." His ears fall back slightly, not quite pinned but he's fairly obviously not comfortable with something. "Gilded cage is still a cage, but honestly I can understand why too.."
Mercy Thompson	The woman-coyote tilts her head when he mentions that he was headed home, and she gives a nod to him. "Well, if you'd like, I can give you a ride back to Manhattan later this afternoon. I don't have any appointments booked at all," she offers. She tries to help where she can, and depending on the traffic, driving might just end up being faster than the train anyways. "Some physical exercise often helps with relaxing, I've found. So long as you don't end up pulling anything, anyways," she comments, quirking a smile. "It's a lot of country to see, that's true. Where all have you been?" she asks, curious. She looks him over briefly as he speaks of his childhood, and then she gives a small nod, and that pinning of his ears is not lost on her. Growing up as a coyote in a wolf pack, she's learned a thing or three about body language. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I am curious... what changed that you were able to leave this year?" she asks.
Kit Killovarras	It takes him a moment to realize what was giving him away, but eventually he just flicks his ears and chuckles, rubbing at one of his arms as he shakes his head, "Nah, it's fine. I just don't like remembering why we had to live away from most of society." he explains. "I grew up in a compound a few hours travel from the border of Egypt and Sudan, along the path of the river. My entire family are magi and up until I was born, they were able to pretty much hide in plain sight." His tail flicks a little and he offers a smile, the look of discomfort slowly fading. "My family wanted to protect me and honestly? I can't fault them for that. What changed though is the fact that, on my sixteenth birthday I told them that the only thing I wanted from them, was their blessing to leave and see what I could of the world." He gives a little chuckle at that, adding, "Magi can live for hundreds of years, I didn't like the idea of having to spend centuries locked away. So, they gave me a few rules to follow.. I have to write to them every so often, let them know I'm alright, but otherwise? They let me wander.. They send me care packages on occasion too, so I never really have trouble where things like food or money are concerned." To the offer of a ride? He pauses a moment and flicks his tail before giving a little nod and a smile. "I mean, I could use a lift, thanks.. Home's just a hop and a skip from Central Park, so you can drop me off there when we go.."
Mercy Thompson	There's a smile that quirks her lips, and she gives a small nod when he flicks his ears, as though to confirm his suspicion. "It can be hard, growing up in a different way like that," she says, her tone thoughtful. "That must have been interesting, growing up there. I've never been to that part of the world before," she says. "Not to be nosy, but... why did you have to live away from society?" she asks. Appearance isn't the first thing that comes to mind, nor is magic. "Family is good for wanting to do that. Mine's similar, in that regard. Protective," she comments, a smile tugging her lips. Wolves might not generally get along with coyotes, but not all of them gave her a hard time. "It sounds like they were willing to listen to what you wanted, which is important. And to let you find your own way," she says softly, a note of understanding to her voice. "It's the least that I can do to help you out. I need to head up that way anyways," she comments, in case he was feeling guilty that the trip was just for him. "I can get you as close to home as you want or as you're comfortable with." She seems quite comfortable, walking along with him. Which might be a bit odd, but it is what it is.
Kit Killovarras	Why? Well, that question gets a whole lot of pause from the Aardwolf and he once again rubs at one of his arms as he says, "People can be cruel..." as if that's all the explanation that's needed, but he does elaborate. "People tell stories about me.. I've always been capable of magic and I've always looked like this. For a lot of people, the only thing they see when they look at me are my claws, my fangs or.." he pauses for a moment, then gives a little swipe of a claw, forming a blade of energy that slashes right through the tall grass nearby. He does nod and that uneasy look fades eventually as he muses, "My family thought it would be for the best, keeping me away from other people until I was older.. But it gets old quick when your entire world is only a few acres of walled in oasis.." Then he gives Mercy a glance and tilts his head ever so slightly. "They always have.. The only reason they didn't let me out sooner was because they thought I was too young.. Hell, they never even really punished me when I'd try to escape.."
Mercy Thompson	A glance is given towards that arm when he rubs it, her gaze flicking lightly over it before she lifts it back to his features. She frowns a little bit, and then she gives a nod to him. "Yeah, people can be," she agrees, a soft tone to her voice. A gentle tone. "There's nothing wrong with the way that you look, or with the fact that you can do magic. People can be mean and cruel and terrible. Being different often makes people a target," she says, her brow wrinkling a bit. She glances towards the grass that falls so easily from the blade of energy, but it doesn't seem to bother her at all. There is perhaps the impression that she's been around magic before. "I don't know... I mean, an oasis sounds pretty nice. A lot warmer than Montana in the middle of a deep freeze," she comments with a bit of humour. "There's only so many times you can explore the same areas and find the same thing, though," she says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Did you try it often? Escaping, that is?" she asks, curiosity returned to her voice. Curiosity can be difficult to satisfy sometimes!
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods and gives a little grin, "When I was twelve, I'd try and come up with new ways of getting over the wall at least once a week." he admits with a little nod. "And I know, I've known how cruel people can be for a long time." Then he gives Mercy a glance and tilts his head, giving a faint smile as he shrugs. "I know there's nothing wrong with the way I look or with what I can do.. Doesn't make it any better though when people see me and run screaming for the hills." he muses with a little chuckle. "Six foot six ball of fur, fangs and claws can have that effect on people."
Mercy Thompson	"Well, that's not such a terrible thing, really. I mean, at least it's just a wall. It's still a lot better than stealing a Porsche, hot wiring it and then ending up essentially wrapping it around a tree," Mercy says in a soft tone, quirking a smile. One of her eyebrows quirks up, and then she grins at him. "That's good! Some folks get hung up on that," she comments. "There's too many people that need to learn that different isn't a bad thing. There's nothing that makes it easy to deal with someone reacting in that sort of way," she says, giving a small shake of her head. "In a way, I can understand it. And no offense, but... there are things out there that are a lot scarier than your appearance is," she says. She's honest, and very much so.
Kit Killovarras	Kit lust laughs and shakes his head after a moment, "Well, I might have tried that if my family had a car. We really didn't need a mode of transit, mostly because the compound was self sustaining." He gives a little swish of his tail, glancing to Mercy again as he adds. "That or whenever someone needed to go somewhere, grand-dad would just open a portal to their destination.." There's a moment where Kit actually gives a little stretch, letting himself stand his full height before falling back down into his typical slouch. The way he does it almost makes the movement look like it's second nature to keep himself that small. "I used to get hung up on it, though it's sort of hard to at this point with everyone trying to reassure me that there's nothing wrong with being different." He gives a little grin and shakes his head a little before he adds, "Though, having people freak out when they see me isn't always a bad thing.. I've managed to save a few people in the park by just walking up when they were being attacked. People who prey on others aren't typically the bravest sort."
Mercy Thompson	"True enough, being without a car would prevent that from being an option," Mercy comments, quirking a bit of a grin. By this point, they've reached the shop, and she steps through the open garage door. "I ended up working at a garage for a long while in order to pay off the repairs," she muses, giving a soft chuckle. It's what got her into being a mechanic in the first place. She watches him as he stretches, noticing his actual height. "What can I get you to drink?" she asks, raising an eyebrow slightly and watching him for a moment. Her tongue flicks out to briefly damp her lips, and she lifts a hand to brush a bit of hair from her face. "I don't really look different, but... people like you, people with senses like yours... they see and pick up the difference. Walkers aren't very common," she comments, heading over to the fridge at the back of the shop. "That would help in that sort of situation, for sure. There are too may people who prey on others. They're usually just looking for a quick way to get ahead or similar."
Kit Killovarras	"Worst punishment I got for it was having to do chores for my grand-dad." Kit muses with a little shrug, rubbing at the back of his neck with a little grin, "Which honestly wasn't that hard once I started learning to control my magic." His ears perk up for a moment at the mention of a drink and he gives a little smile, "Water's fine." he says with a little nod. When she mentions Walker being rare, Kit just sort of nods and gives a bit of a shrug, "So I've heard.. A lot of the old lines are getting rather rare sadly.. I've actually met a few who may be the last of their kind in the last few months."
Mercy Thompson	The half-native woman chuckles softly, and the she gives a small nod. "I imagine that the chores were likely very good practice for your magic," Mercy comments with a smile. "Fitting, in a way, that your magic likely ended up all the better for it," she muses, her brown eyes showing a sparkle to them. She gives a nod to him, then pulls the fridge open before pulling out two bottles of water. She sets them onto the counter before going back to the fridge to retrieve a pair of sandwiches that are each wrapped in wax paper. She crosses to him in order to offer him the sandwich. "A lot of them are, that's true. Although in some cases, it has to do with that they have enemies and get hunted out and killed," Mercy comments, lifting one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. Walkers had been hunted and killed by vampires. "It's an unfortunate sort of thing, but all we can really do is just live and try not to end up killed in the process."
Kit Killovarras	Kit accepts the sandwich, watching Mercy for a moment as she speaks. "Some have tried to fight back, but honestly I think that's the wrong approach." he says after a moment, idly unwrapping the sandwich that was given to him. "Fighting hatred and violence with more hatred and violence has only ever made the world worse." There's a little pause and a distant look from the Aardwolf before he chuckles and muses, "I have a couple friends who seem to have found better ways to do it, to fight back I mean.. It seems like they might actually even make a difference. Meanwhile, my approach is still wrong in a lot of ways." Then he gives a shrug and finally takes a bite, taking a moment to enjoy what he's eating before he adds, "But realistically.. Until something changes, it's probably the best I can do. I tried the humanitarian approach and wound up half dead and chained to a hospital bed."
Mercy Thompson	"Sometimes fighting works, sometimes it doesn't. It's the same with talking, though. It depends on the individual and on the situation," Mercy comments, a thoughtful note to her voice. She retrieves the bottles of water, and then she offers one of them to Kit. "Violence begets violence, it seems," she muses, wrinkling her nose before giving a shake of her head. "Oh? And how is it that your friends are fighting back?" she asks, curiosity in her voice. "The approach is wrong, in that it deals violence back. But sometimes, that's the only option. Sometimes things don't stop unless they're made to stop," she says, her brow furrowing a little bit. "Talking is a great idea, but it really doesn't work that well when someone is taking swings at you. Do you use just your magic to fight or do you have some sort of fighting skills?" she asks.
Kit Killovarras	Kit gives a little smile and explains, "Well, they're trying to find ways to influence people through various things like sports or music.. They're helping with various charities too from what I've gathered from them." He gives a little shrug and takes the offered bottle, the cap of his spinning off without being touched and settling onto the counter. "I honestly hope that it helps in the long run. As for me? Yeah, no I kinda learned that already.." He gives a little sigh before taking a drink, then muses, "Sometimes you don't have a choice but to fight. If it can be avoided it's a small miracle in itself." His ears perk up a bit mid-bite when she asks about how he fights and after he finishes the bite, he gives a sheepish little grin and chuckles, "Nah, no training beyond my magic.. I've been trying to learn a bit though just in case, since my magic does sort of have a limit to how much I can use it.."
Mercy Thompson	"Sports and music?" Mercy asks, tilting her head a bit to one side. She gives her head a little bit of a shake. "I'm not so sure that would work in some situations, though it might work in others," she muses. She unwraps the sandwich that she holds, and then she takes a bite of it. "Hopefully it'll help, but I'm not sure how optimistic I am about it," she adds. "There's some things that don't give any other options, but those are generally things that go bump in the night," Mercy comments, quirking a smile. She raises an eyebrow slightly, and then she gives a small nod. "There's a martial arts studio, not far from here. You should come sometime. I'm usually there on Saturdays, in the afternoon. I only work half a day here, then," she offers, studying him. "I don't have any spell magic. I just have little weird things. Like seeing and talking to ghosts."
Kit Killovarras	Kit gives a little nod and chuckles, "Sensory abilities. Those are actually fairly common. The type of magic I use isn't." his ears twitch a little bit as he finishes off his sandwich, savoring the last few bites with a quiet murring sound - which would normally be too quiet to be heard. "They're trying to influence people through various aspects of culture.. It's a slow process, but it's effective if it's done right." He gives a little shrug and adds, "In fact, do it well enough and it's how you'd go about starting a velvet-rope revolution." Then she informs him of the martial arts studio and his ears sort of splay to the sides a little. "I'll check it out," he says with a little nod, his ears perking back up as he adds, "I've been learning little by little on my own, but.. I mean, it could be useful having someone to actually teach me."
Mercy Thompson	"Seeing ghosts is a thing that runs in Walker lines," Mercy says, liftig one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. She takes another bite of the sandwich, continuing to eat. "If you're still hungry, there's another sandwich in the fridge," she offers, a smile quirking at the corners of her lips. She lifts a hand, brushing one of her pigtails over her shoulder, and she takes another bite of her sandwich. "A lot of regular folks aren't very inclined to accepting folks who are different. There isn't a lot that I can do to change it, but... well, I protect those that I can," she says, giving a small nod. Herself, and her friends. "If I'm not there when you go, tell them that I told you about it. You'll be accepted there. And with hand to hand sort of fighting, it's better to have a teacher. You'll learn more, and learn better how to apply it."
Kit Killovarras	Kit scratches the back of his neck when a second sandwich is offered and he just sort of shakes his head, "Nah, thank you though." he says with a quiet chuckle. He's about to say something else, but stops for a moment before something dawns on him and he slips his paws into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a small black cloth bag. "You said the bugs around here weren't all that great.. right?" he asks with a tilt of his head, opening the bag and taking out a few roasted termites from it before tipping it towards Mercy, "Like I said, my family sends me care packages, they get these from a market in Cairo for me fairly often." Leave it to the insectivore to carry around bugs like a bag of potato chips.
Mercy Thompson	"Mm, you're welcome," Mercy says, giving a nod to him. When he moves a paw to bring out the black cloth bag, the sight of it brings about a flicker of curiosity to show in her eyes. She eats the last bite of her sandwich, and then she tilts her head a little bit to one side. She lightly brushes her hands together, and then she reaches out to her bottle of water. "Some taste better than others. Some are furry. Some are crunchy. Some have little spines on them. It all depends on the variety of bugs. Some are bitter," she says, lifting one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. Her gaze lowers to the bag, then lifts to his features before she chuckles softly, and she reaches out to take a small handful of the termites. "That's sweet of them to do, to send you care packages. I didn't realize that they were eaten there," she says, quirking a smile. She pops a few of them into her mouth to crunch on them.
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods and shrugs. "Not many places sell them, just one little market that I'm aware of over there, but termites are a pretty big problem around the area too. My family will either grab me some from the market, or one of my uncles will just round some up and my mom will roast them herself." he says before popping a few into his own maw, crunching away at them for a moment before he takes another drink. "Part of why I tend to grab a bug or two while I'm wandering is to test out the local flavors.." he admits after a moment with a little bit of a grin. "They're not always good, but it makes for some weird and interesting stories to write home about." There's a momentary pause where Kit gets this weird look, then yawns, opening his maw up about as wide as it'll go, tongue curling and then? His jaws snap shut and he shakes his head, shaking away a momentary daze as he 'mrrphs'. "Should probably get heading towards home.. If I don't get to bed fairly soon, I'll sleep through my first two classes.."