A Bird and a Wolf

[Hemlocke]

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The journey to Ames had been a long one from California to Kepler, overwhelmed with boredom and sitting around his conversations with the mysterious bird just before the meeting and the day before had brought amusement to the end of the dull trip. Laying over on Ames was less than comfortable for Hemlocke as he recognize Kepler far more as Xeno turf than his, even before his run in with Cobra. Ames brought its own set of trouble, the Zoners had grown rather accustomed to Rogues fighting amongst each other, and as such they were barely "guests". Zoners being neutral until provoked aside, Rogues that caused trouble here would be met with a firing squad once they left. The once troubling presence of Outcasts flooding the station putting Hemlocke on edge was replaced by the abnormal Xenos that called the northern front their home. The Xenos had more honor than Rogues, but that didn't say much whatsoever, even though He was on his best behavior at Freeports on account of what the Zoners had done for him, he knew full well he was being watched.

Hemlocke was already in the bar by the time Revenant arrived as he had gone there immediately from his ship, knowing she was late, the only reason he didn't go check on her was because she mentioned some sort of bot to look after her. His piercing crimson optic would have been easy to spot if he had been looking at the entryway when she entered, the bot scouting out a corner seat as instructed caught his attention, and brought his eyes to the counter. Spotting the odd mask clipped onto the person's hip, he shifted his weight onto his left boot, standing up from the table as he made his way around it toward the individual, making a wide sweep around to the left side where he remembered her human eye being, coming into a standing position only a few inches away as his face turned slightly to peer down at the scowling woman, giving a side profile a clean shaven face with his human right eye the focus. Up close, an odd mutation in pigment could be seen within the deep hazel, yellow lines like spokes on a wheel rounding the iris. His arms lay unfolded at his sides, revealing extensive scarring on either bare forearm.

His lips parted slightly to reveal his voice, which sounded much different in person without the growl of faulty commlinks. A dark and calm voice emerged, smooth like ice. Odd for an individual with such a rugged surface.

"You're late."

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