Running Errands (Open)

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

iece of paper in hand, tall man dressed in a casual suit next to her, Anastasia meandered about the Black Market with a large purse in hand, checking the booths and the stores for exactly what they—or rather, the man with her—was looking for. He seemed to know where they were going, but he was letting Anastasia take the lead for the moment while he kept a watch on their surroundings.

She didn’t exactly look like she was having a good time, and the quiet little blonde kept glancing around and then up at the Novosi escort to make sure he was still there. They kept getting little glances from the other immortals and the shady humans, probably surprised such a small girl was wandering around there. What could she possibly need here in the black market? Anastasia looked like she belonged at the beach or the mall hanging out with a bunch of other pretty blondes, not hanging around a vampire in the black market.

The Novosi leaned down and gave Anastasia a concerned look. “You didn’t have to come with me if you didn’t want to,” he said in Russian, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I can take you home and come back and get what I need later.”

Anastasia looked up at him and smiled, shaking her head. “No I’m fine. I needed to get out of the house and I feel like I should stop freeloading so much, so I wanted to come with you,” she explained, speaking in perfect Russian as well before looking at the note in her hand. It was an address, and it didn’t list what they were there for—or rather the Novosi, but she was sure it wasn’t too important or hush-hush if he was letting her come pick it up with him.

“Oh. . . that’s it there,” she said moments later, pointing out a small little ramshackle building stuck between two nicer looking buildings. Though, it wasn’t by much that they looked nicer. The Novosi placed a hand on her shoulder and commended her on finding it, then asked her to stay and wait outside while he went and grabbed what it was. She agreed, then leaned up against the wall to wait. She wasn’t really sure how long she was going to have to wait there, but she got bored pretty quickly just standing against the wall waiting for her Novosi escort to come back out.

Across the little path, someone was selling counterfeit merchandise. Anastasia glanced around, then decided that it might be worth just browsing for a little bit, even if she didn’t plan on buying anything. Walking the short distance, she started to browse the jewelry and the “Prada” bags that the vender was trying to sell everyone.

There was a yelp a little ways away and Anastasia looked toward the sound, only to be nearly barreled over by a runaway would-be thief. She couldn’t tell if they were human or not, but someone was screaming at them and running after, and once again she very nearly got trampled. Anastasia stumbled backwards and fell into a pile of boxes with a similar yelp that she’d heard before getting run over, and growling to herself, she started to pick herself up off the floor.

TAGGED: open WORDS: 553 OUTFIT: here NOTES: eh. . . whatever happens happens. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Scarlet Cross]

Walking around in the black market wasnt really Jazpers intention for today, but he had gotten himself lost while on the way to the library. More or less, the music from his iPod had distracted him and he had forgotten to watch where he was going. Chewing on his lip ring he walked on in an attempt to find the end of this place. Glancing around at the things that were being bought and sold he found that most of the items were fancy and supposed to be very expensive, but they were sold at beyond discount prices in some cases. The people that sold the items though, they were neither fancy, nor expensive. They all seemed to have beady little eyes and reminded him of the phrase, "a snake in the grass". The mere thought of that made Jazz look down and move faster.

As the equine in disguise walked on he found himself once more distracted by something. There was a small building off to the side and in there he saw a few interesting pieces of body jewelery that he couldnt help but want to look at. He wandered off of his path and into the shack. When at the table he pushed his hair from his eyes and began to look casually. Just as he thought that he had found a pair of gunmetal rings he was pushed to the side quite roughly. His blue eyes widened as he caught himself on the table with a gasp. There was a crash behind him and he turned immediately to see what had happened. Outside down the street a man was being chased, and in a mess of purses was a small woman on the floor.

Hurrying Jazper went to her and helped her up without question. "Gosh, sorry you got pushed over. Its a shame robbers dont have manners, huh?" He laughed, his smile kind and warm. His voice was deep and a bit rough with a twinge of russian tacked on. "Are you alright?" he asked as he pulled one of his head phones out of his ear and let it hang. His saphire eyes were wide and bright, even more so because of his eyeliner. He waited there for her answer while brushing the hair out of his left eye again.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

ithout much warning there was someone at her side, grabbing her hand and heaving her onto her feet. Blinking, she looked up into the smiling face of her “savior” and smiled back pleasantly, straightening her white blouse and wiping some dust free of the hem. “Oh, thank you. I think if robbers had manners they probably wouldn’t get much robbing done,” she replied with a thankful grin. “Though you’re right, it would be nice.”

She didn’t really miss the Russian accent, but she wondered if he’d even really notice hers. She’d lived in New York for so long now it was probably all kinds of diluted. After living in a mansion full of Russian vampires might have brought it back quite a bit, though. She honestly didn’t really pay attention anymore.

“Yeah I’m alright, thanks. I’ve had a lot worse, so a little tumble isn’t that bad,” she assured the kind stranger, running her fingers through her hair to make sure that it wasn’t a complete mess after falling into a box of purses. Her hands hurt a little bit from when she’d landed and they were a little scraped up, but it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t heal in the next day or so. “These boxes cushioned my fall pretty good. . . otherwise it might have hurt a little bit more.”

“Hey watch where you’re going blondie!” the owner of the little shop chided, coming around his little booth to straighten up the boxes. “You’re lucky you hurt the merchandise or else I’d make you pay for it all!”

Anastasia seemed to shrink a little more under the scrutiny, but it wasn’t really her fault! Didn’t he see her get shoved over so rudely? “I—I didn’t mean to. That guy pushed me and I just fell. . . ,” she muttered, looking disgruntled and a little put-off. She supposed this was one of those times where it wasn’t such a bad thing she was so small. . . if she was bigger she might have hurt the counterfeit purses.

The shop owner didn’t seem convinced and just rolled his eyes and went back to stacking his boxes, grumbling about kids these days.

TAGGED: Jazz WORDS: three hundred sixty four OUTFIT: here NOTES: pfft! no respect these days. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Scarlet Cross]

When the small blond woman replied to him, his face spread into a brilliant smile. Her Russian accent was faint, but most definitely there. The familiar sound made him feel like he wasn't so strange, and almost like he was at home. Not only did her Russian accent make him smile but he was also happy to see that she was okay, and enjoyed his silly humor. Most people would have scoffed and walked away without so much as a thank you for the help he had given her. As she came back with her own witty comment Jazz chuckled, his eyes glittering. "I suppose you're right. If you try and steal the worlds largest diamond I don't think stopping and saying 'excuse me', 'sorry', and 'pardon me' would be very beneficial. It'd definitely slow you down." He paused and ran his rough hand through his hair, begging it to stay put out of his face for just a few moments.

When she began to talk about the boxes cushioning her fall he looked behind her to see them basically unscathed. The stack had been knocked over and only one or two purses had spilled out of their box. One box had been squished more than the others but that was the one that had taken most of the girls weight when she fell back. "Ah, well thank god for boxes. Their much more forgiving than the floor." his voice replied cheerfully. "Much squishier!" A goofy smile plastered itself on his face. The childish vocabulary sounded a little odd when spoken with such a masculine voice but it most definitely matched his playful energy.

Jazper could see her hands were a little red from catching herself, but she wasn't bleeding which meant she would be alright. As he smiled to himself at the fact that she was alright a man from behind her scolded her a little harder than he needed to. With a slightly pouty frown Jazper set to picking up the boxes. He popped the dent out of the squished one and stacked them back up after putting the purses back inside. After that it seemed as though she had never fallen. "There we go. No harm done." Jazz smiled. "Don't let these tempermental shopkeepers get you down. Its not like you were looking for a seat and needed one so horribly bad that you flailed into the boxes." he chuckled and patted her shoulder. "Oh, my name is Jazper by the way. With a "Z"... not an "S"." He laughed a bit and extended his hand for her to shake.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

nastasia giggled and smiled brightly at his little comment about the boxes being more forgiving than the floor. “Yeah I suppose they are!” she chuckled, cocking her head to the side and looking over her shoulder at the poor box that had taken the brunt of her weight, not that that was a whole lot to begin with. Less weight usually came with being eight inches shorter than everyone else, sometimes a whole foot and a half! Though she still hated being short.

She was a little surprised when the were—Anastasia wasn’t very good at the whole species thing, but she hung around enough vampires to know when someone was or wasn’t one, and there were plenty of weres in the house as well, and this guy definitely wasn’t human or vampire, though she was curious as to what he would turn into—settled into righting the boxes and setting the purses that had fallen out inside. Anastasia blinked, then got down as well and picked up a few stray purses on her side of the box and set them neatly in the damaged box. Though to be honest it wasn’t all that damaged now that her new companion had fixed it.

“It’s not like you were looking for a seat and needed one so horribly bad that you flailed into the boxes,” he commented after the box had been righted and the shop keep was more or less satisfied since his merchandise had been rectified. Though Anastasia was certain he probably would have been even more satisfied if Anastasia had forked over the money for them.

Once more Anastasia couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, smiling wide. Suddenly getting yelled at by the shopkeeper wasn’t as terrible as it had seemed to be a moment before! “Flailing into boxes. . . my favorite pastime,” she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. However, she regretted it a moment later when the person who owned the little shop shot her a glare. Anastasia grimaced and then moved on the other side of Jazper as if she thought he would keep the shopkeeper from lunging at her or something.

He introduced himself and Anastasia brightened up again, taking his hand in a friendly shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Jazper with a Z. My name’s Anastasia. Most people just call me Ana, though. What brings you to the black market?”

TAGGED: Jazz WORDS: four hundred OUTFIT: here NOTES: I think this is the start to a beautiful friendship! CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Scarlet Cross]

Jazper smiled kindly. "Its nice to meet you Ana." his hand carefully gripped hers as they shook. She was so small, so dainty. Jazz hadn't come across many girls as small as her and he found it to be quite adorable. With him being over six foot just about anyone was small to him, but she was particularly petite. He was almost afraid to squish her little hand. His were large and rough from manual labor, but they were softening from lack of use. It seemed that no one needed a concert choreographer anymore. He should really advertise himself and get out there... Maybe someone would pick him up and give him a job. Pulling his head out of the clouds Jazper tucked his hands into his back pockets shyly. Hopefully his off track train of thought hadn't kept him silent for too long. He didn't want to look silly already.

Quickly, he answered her question as though he had never missed a beat. "Well, quite honestly... I meant to go to the library. I kind of got distracted." Jazz laughed a little and lifted the headphone that he had taken out of his ear and jiggled it a little. "But I figured since I was here I would look for some new clothes." He pulled a hand out of his pocket and jerked his thumb back to the table with all the body jewelery as he chewed on his lip ring. "I know their not clothes, but they did distract me from the street... the shininess and all..." Jazz laughed again, a silly smile on his face. He was always so happy and warmhearted to everyone he met. He loved to make friends. "Anyways, what brings such a little woman like yourself to such an evilllll place?" His tone got dark and creepy as he spoke the word "evil", but that lasted only fraction of a second. He was happy once more.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

miling faintly, Anastasia looked around for a moment and then turned back to Jazper and her smile turned a little rueful. “Oh well I think the library is quite a way away from here. . . . I haven’t really been there though so don’t quote me,” she said with a chuckle, pushing her blonde hair over her shoulder when a slight breeze blew it into her face. If the wind got any stronger she’d have to put her hair up.

“Me?” Anastasia chimed, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the building her escort had disappeared into. She wasn’t exactly following orders and staying put by the door, but at least she was still within eyesight. . . maybe the Novosi wouldn’t have some sort of panic attack, thinking he’d lost Urjasz’ important someone.

Sighing, Anastasia smiled a little sheepishly and shuffled her feet. “Well actually I’m just running some errands with a friend of mine. He’s in that building, probably doing something that’s against the law. . . trading in contraband or something,” she muttered, unsure if she should really be telling this guy all of this, but she managed to play it off with a roll of her eyes and a wave of her hand, but she still glanced over her shoulder nervously, as if the Novosi would appear right then and ask her what she was doing.

Leaning in a little bit closer, she glanced around, smiling playfully. “Better watch out. . . we’re dangerous criminals.”

TAGGED: Jazz WORDS: two hundred fifty two OUTFIT: here NOTES: =X bleh CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Scarlet Cross]

Jazz looked over to the other building as Ana mentioned being there with a friend. "Oh, Illegal things.... Sounds fun! But I'd hate to keep you. Perhaps you should get back?" He suggested. Even though she said that he could be doing something illegal she wouldnt have come with him unless she felt safe, right? Silly Jazz, already worrying over someone he'd just met. Maybe it was just his need to take care of someone even though he really couldnt. There never was anyone to take care of him, so all the things he never got, he wanted to give to everyone else. Jazz finally took his other headphone out then, and carefully wrapped the cord around his Ipod before shoving it into his pocket.

As Anastasia mentioned begin a criminal Jazz held fought back a fit of giggles. "Oh no." A grin spread across Jazpers face showing is straight white teeth. You'd never imagine him munching on grass in a green feild, or even wolfing down a bucket of grain... but he did. Only on occasion though. One truth was, that he loved to eat apples and his breath often smelled of them. "You're very scary, you know that?" His bright blue eyes took on a look of mock horror as he shuffled in place to fake nervousness. "I could tell you were a bad guy from across the room!" He laughed happily. "But really, if you were a criminal you'd have me fooled. You're too pretty." Jazz didnt mean for it to sound like he was hitting on her or anything, he was just stating the obvious.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

nce more she looked over her shoulder and Anastasia shrugged and waved her hand dismissively by her head. “Nah. . . he told me to wait for him. I’m sure so long as he can find me he won’t have a heart attack. I’ll just have to stay within eye sight of the door,” she explained, looking back over her shoulder to see if he had come out. “I don’t know how long he’ll be.”

Unable to fight back her smile, but still able to keep from giggling—luckily Anastasia wasn’t much of a giggler, even if she was the typical (if small) pretty blonde girl and you’d generally think they’d be gigglers—Anastasia lifted a hand into a claw and growled. “Yes, I’m terrifying,” she snickered. In the back of her mind she couldn’t help thinking. . . if only he knew the half of it. In her hyena form she probably was pretty scary. . . giant hyena with slavering maw, wicked claws, and a powerful jaws that could crush a person in half. . . .

But she found it increasingly hard to be in a bad mood around this boy. His good mood, his energy, that smile. . . . Anastasia couldn’t help but find it contagious.

Color flooded her face when Jazper commented that she was too pretty to be thought of as a criminal. This time she did giggle a little bit and shuffled her feet. “Well I don’t think I’d make a very good criminal anyway. Only thing I’m good at is fitting into tiny places,” she said, trying to make light of the height she stood at. Maybe she should start doing that whenever she got into trouble. . . diving into places that no one else could fit and just sit there until someone gave up.

Glancing around, Anastasia made sure no one was listening into their conversation before she leaned in a little closer, her expression sheepish. “Ah. . . I hope you don’t mind my asking. . . but I’m curious. . . . You’re not. . . human, are you?” she asked cautiously, hoping that her intuition was correct and she wouldn’t look like a complete psycho asking such a silly question.

TAGGED: Jazz WORDS: three hundred seventy four OUTFIT: here NOTES: :U CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Scarlet Cross]

Jazz lifted his hand and scratched his head a little as he thought, the smell of horses and hay wafting about a little. His nose twitched as he realized what he had done and felt quite a few curious eyes on him. No, he didn't smell like your usual were-creature. After all, how many were-horses did you know? "Your friend must be protective of you then, huh?" he asked with that contagious smile. "I wouldn't blame him, in fact I'd do the same if I had someone to take care of." His blue eyes twinkled as he looked down at her. "You're probably a great friend to him and I think anyone would hate to lose someone special." Jazper couldn't imagine who would want to pick up and carry off pretty little Ana, but she would be easy to carry off... it was a horrible thought. Jazper never wanted to lose a friend, but then again he'd never had any.

Jazz chuckled at her as she gave him a sort of kitty claw with a cute little growl. Ana reminded him of a small little kitten who would rather play with yarn than hunt down mice. "...I think I just peed myself a little." He laughed happily. Jazper's rough hands began to play with the hem of his band shirt as he watched Ana with that never fading smile. There was something strange about her, something he couldn't put his finger on. Being so new to his supernatural life he really hadn't had time to learn what smell was who. Was she like him? Was she a wolf? A vampire? Who knew, and frankly it didn't matter to him. He was making a new friend, of which he had none.

Suddenly Ana looked about and leaned over to speak softly to Jazz. He leaned down slightly to hear her better with a smile. What she had to say hadn't been what he was expecting, and his eyeliner surrounded blue eyes widened a little. His head was cocked to the side when Ana leaned back to her original spot, her eyes still questioning. Slowly he straightened and put his hands in his back pockets as his converse covered shoes shuffled. He debated telling her so soon, Jazz didn't want her to laugh in his face and walk away. He had lost so many friends that way. but finally after searching her eyes he leaned over to her ear. "You're right. I'm weird." Jazz pulled back, onyx hair over his left eye and a slanted smile on his face that showed his teeth. It was warm, and he just hoped that he wouldn't lose a new friend.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

Something seemed to change a little bit in his mood, like he was uneasy. Anastasia wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have brought it up at all and lowered her head slightly, looking a little ashamed. Normally she was more sensitive to this kind of stuff! What was wrong with her? She opened her mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to answer and she was just. . . a little loopy from. . . being outside too much. Yeah that was it. It’d be believable, wouldn’t it?

However, he beat her to it and simply told her that he was a little weird. Weird? Well that was one way to put it. Anastasia didn’t want to push anymore into his own little personal life, so she decided not to ask anything further. She still looked a little sheepish and she was kicking herself for asking him so early into meeting him. What had gotten into her!

“I’m weird too,” she said with a sheepish smile, clasping her hands behind her back and shuffling at the ground for a moment. Anastasia really had no clue if they were even talking about the same thing anymore.

Sighing, she looked over her shoulder again. The Novosi wasn’t there yet, so he had probably gotten caught up in the job, or started having a conversation. “I don’t think he. . . really cares about me like that. It’s his job to look after me, make sure I’m safe. I live in a house full of. . . weird people,” she explained with a smile. Sure that particular Novosi seemed to mind her company less than others.

TAGGED: Jazz WORDS: two hundred seventy three OUTFIT: here NOTES: sorry for the wait CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Scarlet Cross]

Jazper felt a little guilty that his hesitation made his new friend feel uneasy, or as if she had done something wrong. Ana hadn't done anything to feel bad about, he was just wary of telling people that he was an over sized equine because he was made fun of. When she replied to him, mentioning that she was weird as well a soothing feeling spread through him. At least he was in the company of another supernatural creature. With her friendly demeanor and kind face Jazz could hardly see her making too much fun of him. Ana might be baffled and confused, but he really didn't think she'd point and laugh. She was strange like he was, but he could only guess what she was. He smiled and ran his hand along the spiked back of his hair. "Well... what kind of weird are you?" Jazper asked with a slanted smile and blue eyes that were looking through a raven black curtain.

When Ana mentioned that her friend didn't care for her "that way" Jazpers eyes widened. "Oh! I didn't mean like you two were like.... lovey huggy kissy... if thats what you might have thought." he laughed, the noise rough but tender all the same. "Any good friend would care about another deeply. But, since its only his job, I suppose he just cares about his own behind?" He asked with a cocked head and a very equine look of inquisition. "That sounded back, didn't it? Geeze.. I'm sorry." he looked down and turned his toes inward, one shoe stepping on another faintly. "I just hope that he might care about you to some extent... and if he doesn't, I hope someone does. Its a little cold and empty being alone." His Sapphire eyes drained slightly, becoming more of an icy blue metal, rather than shimmering ocean gems.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

e asked what kind of weird she was, and Anastasia thought briefly about how weird this conversation was starting to become! It was a good kind of weird, but it was still weird nonetheless.

“The hyena kind of weird,” she replied in an undertone, even though in the back of her head she was thinking that there were probably a lot of vampires or weres roaming around anyway, but that probably meant there might have been some hunters casing the area for hits or something. . . and she’d be damned if she accidentally sicked some hunters on her and Jazper, making the Novosi’s life hard. . . . “What kind of weird are you?”

If she had to guess, Anastasia would have chosen some sort of cat. This boy in front of her just thought he looked like someone who would be graceful like a cat. . . . Course, she was never good at guessing games. Ever.

Anastasia giggled and waved her hand. “No, I knew you didn’t mean it like that. I don’t even think he really thinks of us as good friends. More like friendly acquaintances. Where I live there are quite a few him around. . . . Hired for various reasons. He’s just more friendly toward me than some of the others. I asked him if I could tag along with him today. . . . Anyone else probably would have thought I was being a bother and not let me.”

She looked over her shoulder again. No sign of him. Darn that was quite a long chat he was having with his contact!

“No, I got a few people who care about me. At least one, I mean. He’s a werewolf,” she said rather fondly, smiling to herself as she thought about the werewolf. She blushed slightly as she realized what she was doing, though, and rocked back and forth on her hips. “Ah, sorry. What about you?”

TAGGED: Jazz WORDS: three hundred twenty five OUTFIT: here NOTES: sorry for the wait CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry

[Scarlet Cross]

"The hyena kind of weird." Well that was new. Jazz had never heard of a were-hyena, but like he could complain. He was a were-HORSE. Yeah, what was so threatening about that? Weren't were-creatures supposed to be fearsome animals with claws and carnivorous teeth? If they were Jazper had missed the memo. He was a large black stallion with big, flat horsey teeth for eating grass and grains and instead of claws had large round hooves that could inflict damage, but wouldn't really rip anyone open. What was worse is that he didn't know how to fight with what little he was given, and knew even less about fighting as a human. He would kindly take the beating... or run. Running was always best.

Finally after hearing what Ana was Jazper rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh as a bit of a blush brushed over his handsome face. "Well... its not what you'd expect." he smiled as his eyes peered at her through his hair. "I'm the horse type." Jazper straightened up and put his hands on his hips in a sort of heroic like stance with his chest puffed out. "I. Am. Epic." He said at last with a cheerful laugh when really inside he was worried about Ana's reaction. If she laughed and walked away Jazper supposed he'd trudge his strange equine butt out of there with some dignity left. If she accepted him in all his bizarre glory, he'd surely walk with his head high.

Ana moved on to another subject, Jazz following two steps behind. His mind worked fast, which is why he could be considered ADD and incredibly random. But what the hey, it was fun. Someone had to bring light to this dreary old world. As if on Que what she had to say was a little sad. The man with her was only a body guard that seemed to tolerate her. That had to get boring and even a little awkward he thought. "That doesn't sound very fun really. I'd feel really weird walking around with someone that I knew didn't care for me being around too terribly much." His blue eyes were a little sad about the whole thing, but also was confused. Jazz wouldn't want to be around someone that didn't care to have much of a connection with him other than protection by money, or orders from someone else.

Ana seemed to go off on a tangent then, remembering someone she was quite fond of. It was clear that she cared deeply for the guy, possibly even loved him. Jazper was happy for her, because even though he didn't really know what that felt like, the look on her face said it was pretty much a dream. "So he's a big hunka-hunka wolf...." Jazper said in an Elvis-like voice, teasing her playfully with a goofy smile. "Ah, well whether he was a werewolf or not, so long as he cared for you thats all that would matter, right?" He smiled still, but it was more genuine. That smile faltered though as she asked him if he had anyone. Jazper was sure that she would feel bad for asking if he said he didn't have anyone, but would he lie to her? Feeling it best to be honest, Jazper cleared his throat a little. "I... Well I don't have anyone." his rough, Russian laced voice said. "I never really have."

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

nastasia cocked her head to one side and just waited patiently for him to come forth with what he was. He seemed to have a little bit of trouble with it, and she wondered why he’d be so embarrassed by it. She smiled a little reassuringly at him, hoping that it would coax him into having less of a problem, and finally he did tell her what he was. . . .

A horse.

Blinking, Anastasia thought that over for a second, then beamed up at him. “Really?” she asked, her voice full of awe. A horse? She had never heard of those. Kyla had once played bait in order to draw a were-bull out of hiding, and she was sure that Urjasz had told her he’d had to fight a were-bull, too. . . . So ungulates definitely wasn’t unheard of, they were a rare sight, though.

“Can I see?” she asked a little too eagerly, her eyes bright and her small, reassuring smile turning into a giddy grin. A horse! She’d always liked the big creatures, since she was a child. She had gone through the generic small child has horses as their favorite animal, but she hadn’t ever really grown out of it. She had become less obsessed with horses, but they always held a special little place in her heart. . . . And she would have rathered been a horse than a hyena any day. . . .

Horses didn’t maul people for fun.

“Oh you get used to it,” she assured him with a smile. “He’s a nice guy, so I hardly even notice if he doesn’t want me there.”

Anastasia couldn’t help but giggle when Jazper mentioned the “hunka-hunka” wolf she had spoken of. A blush warmed her cheeks and she shuffled her feet slightly, thoroughly embarrassed. It had been a pretty funny sentiment, but it didn’t stop her from being embarrassed. “I guess,” she muttered modestly, shuffling and clasping her hands behind her.

Immediately Anastasia felt a little guilty for asking when she saw his reaction. She opened her mouth to tell him he didn’t have to tell her, but he beat her to it. He said that he didn’t have anyone, and he just looked so downtrodden. . . . Anastasia hadn’t meant to make him feel bad! However, she managed to smile up at him and said “Well now you have me!”

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