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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 27, 2016 20:09:40 GMT
"Ralph LaCoeur."
With that said, Ralph transferred his half-eaten beignet and coffee to one hand before holding out the free one to the woman as she introduced herself.
"Those who know me well also call me 'The Wrecker.'"
He didn't know why he told Yang his nickname but figured that it hardly mattered even to a perfect stranger like her.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 27, 2016 20:39:16 GMT
"Is that supposed to sound dangerous or sexual?" Yang joked as she shook Ralph's hand. He didn't exactly seem the type to make innuendos, but then again, she had just met him. Talking with him was proving to be a good distraction though, especially if she felt cheerful enough to make some kind of joke.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 30, 2016 2:59:33 GMT
"Yes to the dangerous. As for the sexual part, well...."
He gave a somewhat uncomfortable laugh at that, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to fight off the feeling of embarrassment settling over him. How had he gotten from a hard night's work on a case to talking about the possible sexual implications of his nickname with a blonde woman he had just met on the street?
"... if it does, it hasn't gotten me any dates."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 30, 2016 3:14:48 GMT
Yang gave a little snicker. She found this pretty amusing. Or maybe she was just desperate for a laugh. Either were plausible explanations. "Do you have that many dating options in your line of work?" she asked. Ralph's job kind of seemed the solo type, one of those lone-wolf things. It was probably hard to flirt with anyone when you were cutting down bad guys. Yang wasn't sure if she would consider herself an expert, but she had used her looks to get out of trouble more than once. And it sometimes came in handy when she was looking for information. But she tended to whip out her fists if anyone wanted to take things to the next level and she wasn't interested. She wasn't about to do it with a guy just so she could get some extra cash. Anybody who made that suggestion instantly earned themselves a punch in the jaw.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 30, 2016 3:37:58 GMT
It took all of Ralph's willpower not to blush when Yang snickered at his comment. How on earth had they gotten from discussing the evil nature of demons to his relationships?
He was starting to debate on just making a hasty excuse and leaving when Yang posed yet another question. He remained quiet for a moment or two before finally speaking.
"Private investigative work doesn't really place you in a lot of social situations. And the ones you do end up in tend to be 'unhealthy' to say the least."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 30, 2016 3:50:59 GMT
"Private investigator, huh? Does that mean you're like Sherlock Holmes?" Yang asked. She couldn't imagine Ralph wearing a deer-stalking cap or walking around with a big magnifying glass, but those were the common objects associated with any kind of private investigator or detective. Although she could understand what Ralph meant when he said most of the social situations around his job were unhealthy. In a way, it was the same with her. Picking up guys at an underground fight was never a good idea, especially if you were the one competing. Guys didn't tend to like if she took out a fighter they had put a lot of money on. It never bothered Yang much, though. As long as she got a decent amount of cash, she was happy.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 30, 2016 4:01:39 GMT
"Less English, less brains but a lot more muscle."
Ralph tried to make it a joke and even managed to small chuckle at this, but knew he really wanted to get the topic away from himself, even if it was finally moving away from the more private aspects of his life. He created a momentary pause by taking a few gulps from his coffee and finishing off his beignet.
"So what about you?"
He turned his own question towards Yang now, ready to learn something of the young woman and avoid uncomfortable questions aimed at him all at the same time.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 30, 2016 4:09:19 GMT
"Seems about right," Yang said with a smile. Ralph did look a bit beefier than Sherlock Holmes. Heck, he looked like he could punch through a wall if he wanted to. Even though Yang loved to fight, she wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of fists like that. However, the topic soon shifted, and Ralph was soon asking her the questions. She wasn't sure if mentioning she was a street kid to Ralph was a good idea. Some people were really put off by that, or even worse, they tried to get the police involved in trying to get her a home. Yang didn't want to deal with that. "I guess you can say muscle is my main job," she replied as she held up her fists. "These babies help me make some money in the ring every once in a while." Technically, the only fights she had been were the underground sort, but she had been trying to find some legal fights after her talk with Moses. Although, if she was honest, it wasn't terribly high on her priority list.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 30, 2016 4:25:36 GMT
Ralph couldn't help but notice how Yang herself paused when he started to ask questions about her life. He figured there were probably parts of her life she didn't feel comfortable talking about in front of a P.I., so he didn't push her for more information. Still, it made him wonder....
"Oh, so you're a professional fighter? What kind of style do you fight in? Kickboxing? Ultimate? Cage-match?"
The Giant seemed more enthusiastic at the change in topic. He himself liked watching a fighting match every once in a while and could appreciate that, while some people saw it as brutal, it still deserved respect. After all, it took a lot from a person to put themselves under the kind of training, stress, and physical damage that came with the fighting territory.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 30, 2016 18:05:47 GMT
"I guess you could say that," Yang replied. "Although I'm not about to be on TV like those pro wrestlers and stuff." Getting famous wasn't exactly a good plan for her, not when she was looking after runaway kids and had had more than a few run-ins with the police. It was better to try and lay low. "Kickboxing's my specialty," she answered. "Although I guess you can say I add a little extra 'spark.'" She held out her hand, and in an instant, a tiny flame appeared in her palm. She couldn't help showing off, just a little bit.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 31, 2016 3:23:24 GMT
Ralph didn't know what to expect when Yang held out her hands and merely watched in silence. However, when a spark of fire appeared in her palm and flickered there, small but strong, he couldn't help giving a low whistle of appreciation. He'd seen a lot of different talents and abilities on the streets of Bellerouge but it took a special kind of person to handle fire.
"I see what you mean."
He looked at the flame for a moment of thoughtful silence before speaking, trying to pick his words carefully and aware how sensitive this kind of topic might be for some folks around the city.
"This might come across as racist but believe me when I say it's not in the slightest. Just curious. Are you Other or Gifted Human?"
There was a fair mixture of all types and he'd mixed and mingled with any number of all groups, but he couldn't help and wonder where Yang's fire-power came from. Even to an Other and Giant like himself, elemental-manipulation was something to admire and envy slightly.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 31, 2016 4:23:17 GMT
"Hey, it's cool man," Yang said. "I know there's, like, a butt-load of different types of creatures that can make flames and stuff." She closed her hand into a fist, making the flame in her hand disappear. "I'm a phoenix. Well, half I should say. The other half of me is human." As far as she knew, she was the only half-phoenix in this city. Sure, there were probably a couple of full ones running around here, but a half-phoenix? Those weren't heard of very much.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 31, 2016 4:36:03 GMT
"Half-phoenix, huh?"
Ralph thought over this for a moment with a somewhat bemused smile on his face. In truth, he had pegged Yang as more of a Gifted-Human like Elsa, but it just went to show that you really couldn't judge anyone on appearances, especially in a place like Bellerouge.
"Yeah, can't say I've run into two many Phoenixes running around the city. Come to think of it, I think I ever only really knew one and that was a long time ago. Never really heard from them in all that time, especially after I left the BPD."
Ralph said this last part without thinking. However, rather then feeling embarrassed about it, he realized he didn't honestly care anymore. No, no that wasn't quite true either. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was that he simply had lost any faith that the department would do what was absolutely necessary to bring criminals to justice.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Aug 31, 2016 18:19:49 GMT
Yang glanced up when Ralph mentioned the BPD. "Whoa. You were a cop once?" she asked. She wondered why he left. It could be for a number of reasons. Maybe he lost faith in the police force for the same reason she had. It made her feel curious.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Sept 2, 2016 1:06:31 GMT
"Yes."
Ralph's answer was straight and to the point but he didn't elaborate on it or even speak for the next several moments. He really didn't want to talk about his past career with the BPD today, not when he had so many other things to do and his mood had only just started to improve while talking to Yang.
"Now I run my own private investigations office."
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