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Seij flipped his cell phone on as soon as he sat down, knowing that he would receive a call from that Shrian guy sometime in the near future. While eating, Seij mind was focused around thoughts of Transcendants, and how he apparently was one. I just have to make sure. Seij thought.

Finishing his meager meal, Seij heard and felt his cell phone vibrate, indicating a call. Hmm, that must be him. Seij thought, as he reached for the cell phone, but too late. Flipping the small razr phone he looked at the display, it's neon-coloured display indicating that he had 'One new message.'

Smiling indifferently, Seij scrolled through a bunch of menus, finally accessing the message. Pressing the 'OK' button, he held the phone up to his ear, listening to the message. Phone back at this number... alrighty. Seij thought, ending the message.

Flipping through the menus again he accessed the callers list, going right to the most recent caller. Pressing enter on the number, the phone automatically dialed the number. As it rang, Seij paid for his meal. He left the small restaurant, the phone on it's third ring. Come on pick up. I hate leaving messages.

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Yeah, I've been out of it tonight. Hence the not posting. Heh, sorry.

Shrian blinked out of his daze, hearing the phone ring as if in the distance. Pushing off of the glass, he walked to the phone, careful not even to throw a side glance at Iris as she cooked, having turned her back on him. He shook his head, picking up the phone and speaking into the reciever. "Yeah, this is Shrian." he said generically. He hadn't even looked at the Call ID on his phone, just assuming it was this man Seij. Shrian thought it quite odd that anyone would just give their number to him, expecting him to call. He could very well have just not called the man back. 'Well, it's just a simple conversation.' he thought just as he answered, attempting to be civil in his tone as he greeted whomever had called.

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Blinking at the man's voice, Shrian remembered clearly who he was. "Oh yes, Seij. I believe I remember you." he said, smirking slightly in rememberance. "And yeah, I guess it was a bit odd, but don't worry about it." When Seij asked about learning about Transcendants, Shrian blinked again, thinking about his answer for a moment before speaking. "Well...I mean, all I do is provide a place for Transcendants to stay, at least those who's abilities aren't that easy to hide. I only know some limited information, but what is it you'd like to know?" he asked curiously, leaning against the counter as he absently stared out the window.

True, he'd had many Transcendants in his apartment before, but all had been ones who couldn't hide their powers, such as Iris. His own ability, or supposed ability, was inside of him, like Nitebyss'. For them, it was simple to hide among the humans. His knowledge of Transendants was limited to what he'd seen and been told by those he'd had in his apartment. Past that, he had no knowledge whatsoever about them. 'Perhaps,' he thought idly, glancing first at Nitebyss, then Iris, 'it wouldn't be such a bad idea to learn what I can.'

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Shrian ran his fingers through his hair, looking around at the others in his apartment. "Well, I'm sort of busy at the moment, and will be for the rest of the night. I have some guests that I have to look after, I'm sure you understand. But..." he said, looking at his clock to see it was a bit past eight. "Would you be willing to meet early tomorrow morning at around five? In the park, back where we first encountered eachother?" He was refering to when they had met in the grove, when he had jumped in front of Iris in order to 'protect her' from them. He smirked at his memory, shaking his head.

Turning to Iris, he took a small sniff, blinking at the pleasant smell. "Hey, how's dinner coming?" he asked, covering the reciever of the phone for a moment. "Knowing Fiye, if she wakes up, she'll have a fit if there's no food." he said, making a face at his roommates room. "But don't worry, I promise I'll keep her at bay for you." he said with a small smirk.

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Seij pondered the idea of getting up at five o'clock in the morning to meet this fellow. "Hmm, alright I guess. Five o'clock in the morning, no earlier, no later." Seij said, hanging up. Well, now I have a meeting with this guy, hopefully I can learn some more things about my apparent ability. Seij thought, looking at the palm of his hand, while slipping the thin phone into his pocket. Walking down the street, Seij came upon the apartment building in which he resided. Entering, Seij went up the stairs, going up 14 floors before finally arriving on his floor.

A minute later he was in his own apartment, which was quite empty, not having a roommate and all. Sighing, Seij walked to his couch and plopped himself down, flicking onthe TV. All I have to do now is wait. Seij thought, sighing. What a crappy day.

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Iris nodded sharply, pushing the frying pan off the eye of the stove and sliding the large serving platter she'd chosen towards the edge of the stove as well. She tipped the steaming mass of vegetables into the platter and rifled through a nearby cupboard in a search for ground ginger and, maybe, some kind of fresh cinnamon stick.

She nearly squealed in joy when she found instead a dried ginger root and, yes, the cinnamon stick. "I thought you didn't cook often?" she muttered to no one in particular, already shaving small flakes off of each with a paring knife. Iris cast an wayward glance back to Shrian in time to see his hand run through his hair and rose an eyebrow.

"I didn't upset you that much did I?" she asked quietly, already making a second judgement before she had finished speaking. "No... You're tired, maybe? ...Anxious. And tired of being anxious." Iris had never been good at translating body language, but then, Shrian wasn't exactly being hard to read either. Or perhaps she was just out-and-out wrong. It really depended, though on what we may never be entirely sure.

"Well, whatever. The food's done." she said nochalantly, her volume raising to a more audible level as she lifted the burning hot platter in one hand and carried a folded dishtowel in the other. The trick to carrying hot foods, she had learned with relative speed, was to use your finger tips, not your palm. It was also in getting the food to the proper location quickly without spilling it, a specialty of the runner, who could count the number of times she'd tripped in the past six years on one finger.

"Do I have to...get her or...something?" Iris asked, her mind flitting nervously back to the feeling of distrust she had gotten near the shorter girl. She paused for a moments before opening her mouth again. "She's a theif, you know. Pick pocket, probably, but a good one."

It wasn't a question. No one but a theif ever made her so nervous. Hell, she could have been sleeping in the same room as a psychotic serial rapist-murderer and wouldn't have known a thing, at least until he murdered her, but theives.... set off alarm bells, in a way.

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Iris's eyes narrowed at the idea that the man was willingly harbouring and accepting money from so shady a character. However, she didn't press the point. Instead she marked up a mental checklist of things to do before making her discreet exit from the apartment and bolting for the nearest sanctuary. With any luck she cloud reach Pataos in less than three months by foot, and from there it would be all but simple to garner passage to Ubboth, largest sanctuary in all of Efraen. And she could utterly avoid Yutichiko, which was- as far as she could guess- the home of her estranged parents.

After making note of the fact that she seemed to have been staring thoughtfully at the stir fry for some fourty seconds, she lifted her eyes again and caught something about Shrian being 'out of it' and thankful for the cooking.

"It's not a problem. Really." she said quietly staring at her hands, her original hands, and wondering what she was going to do with them, because the urge to fidget nervously was coming back full force and now that the cooking was done, there was nothing else to do. The very idea of actually eating the stir fry made her mildly naseous, though only for the fact that her stomach was effectively more knotted than a four year old's hair after traipsing about in a thunderstorm for an hour.

her eyes darted nervously between the food and the seat she was standing behind, though she kept them purposely of Shrian or the door of the shorter girl, Fiye. Finally, Iris sat, her newer arms twitching nervously. With an odd sense of detachment, she noted that they seemed to be meeting more resistance for the air. She didn't question it, she didn't even turn to look. Looking would only be further reassurance that the abhorred appendages were real and were, in fact, ruining her moderate semblance of a life.

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