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Kara x Zephyrine

Bones nodded slightly "Yeah well you're probably the most interesting angel I've met too." he said and laughed softly. "All the others were very prude? I am a servant to the lord almighty, and you abomination with perish" he said in a deep commanding voice, mocking one of the angels he fought against. "Very annoying and arrogant, though only a minute for me to win the fight" he said and shook his head slightly. "Anyway, what's your favorite type of music" he asked after a minute.
"He must have been young to be making that speech," Emerson told him. "No one past two hundred bothers anymore." She shrugged at his music question. "I like all types. Except rap probably." She shook her head with an eye roll. "I don't consider that to be music. What about you?" She looked up at him with interest, figuring he had his taste figured out better than she.

Emerson chuckled. "I don't necessarily think it's bad- I just don't really enjoy it." She shrugged. "Maybe I just haven't heard anything good." She searched for another question as the song changed. "What kind of movies do you like?"

Emerson shook her head. "The only horror I've ever seen would be Dead Snow. It was terrible." Her face grimaced in remembrance. "Not that I don't like horror, or gore. Well, I don't, but it was predictable. And had horrific acting." She blanched and shook her head again to forget it. "What's your favorite movie?"

"Obviously I've never seen those." Emerson paused, trying to remember. "Nope- I haven't. What are they about?" She was curious, though she doubted she would ever actually watch them. She didn't watch many movies or TV in general, as she had a hard time focusing on something that didn't much busy her brain for a long time.

((Sorry, I've never actually seen either of those movies. lol My friend just told me about the jaw scene a bunch of times and that sounds like something he would like. lol))
((Haha! I haven't seen them either so. And Dead Snow really is terrible in a good way. One of those crappy/awesome movies :P))
Emerson gave him a look. "Seems like something a demon would be interested in. Dead Snow is about zombie Nazis." She chuckled, remembering her earlier reaction to his mention of being a Nazi. "They have this treasure that some college kids find on a vacation, so the Nazis go all crazy until they get the treasure back."
Emerson gave him a look. "Seems like something a demon would be interested in. Dead Snow is about zombie Nazis." She chuckled, remembering her earlier reaction to his mention of being a Nazi. "They have this treasure that some college kids find on a vacation, so the Nazis go all crazy until they get the treasure back."

"You would probably like it." Emerson was quiet for a moment before stepping away and running a hand through her hair. "Have you ever seen Shutter Island?" she queried, arching her eyebrows. "Because that's a really good movie."

"That's bot a movie you just see parts of." Emerson shuffled. "It's just one of those things. Like trying to watch Pan's Labyrinth and leaving without pausing it." She shuffled, suddenly slightly uncomfortable. She picked up her drink and sipped it, gesturing with the bottle to Bones. "More?"

((Sorry I lost it.))
Emerson shook her head. "Well, no, you don't have-" she stopped, realizing it was late and he probably had to take care of Copper. "Right. Sorry. I'll walk you back to your house?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her jacket and slipped her shoes on, setting her glass down on the coffee table again alongside the bottle of rum. Her car was at his house anyway and she didn't want to have to get it in the morning.
Emerson shook her head. "Well, no, you don't have-" she stopped, realizing it was late and he probably had to take care of Copper. "Right. Sorry. I'll walk you back to your house?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her jacket and slipped her shoes on, setting her glass down on the coffee table again alongside the bottle of rum. Her car was at his house anyway and she didn't want to have to get it in the morning.

When Bones asked about Maine, Emerson shrugged. "Someplace near the beach. Maybe open up a book or coffee shop. Something normal." She inhaled the fresh, outside air. "Where are you going next?" she asked with an eyebrow quirk.

"That's unfortunate. I happen to be extremely good at keeping secrets, considering I forget a lot of stuff," Emerson teased, pulling her hair back into a messy bun. "Besides, it's not like anyone would known to interrogate me. But that's your deal." She shrugged.

Emerson rolled her eyes; Bones seemed to throw out his sleeping around a lot. "Then you need to not talk about it- I get it. Well, I don't have enemies trailing my every move but I do have some." She sighed, quiet for a moment as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. "Now that I think about that, the entire thing sounds stupid. We have technology now that allows us to track criminals; why are your enemies hurting people you've been around to get to you? Do they think you'll care?"

((I do, do you? I couldn't see this until now because I was out of range and then when I came back my notifications were all over the place.
If you don't want to, that's okay. I'd like to know so I don't have to write a reply, though :P
If you don't want to, that's okay. I'd like to know so I don't have to write a reply, though :P
"That's... Gross..." Emerson blanched, looking off to the abandoned house that Bones had gestured to. "Angels don't have different ranks, so much as classes and jobs that go along with the classes." She searched her brain for memory of what she once was, not so much to tell Crispin as to remind herself. "I think I moved from healer, to angel of death... Then for a while I was a war leader." She paused, looking at Bones while she remembered. "Oh, and a demon hunter at some point as well. But, obviously now I'm a healer again. I guess I moved down." She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair as she stepped over a gap in the sidewalk. "I don't really care anymore."

As Emerson nodded in response, she found Bones looking towards his house and pursed her lips. She couldn't think of anything else to bring up so she was quiet for a moment before realizing something. "This is your murder house, isn't it?" she asked in a close-to-whisper as she remembered the differences between the one they had played the drinking game at and here.

"That's reassuring," Emerson muttered in response to the murder-free comment. She chuckled, tightening her jacket around herself. "My delivery guy is human, so please don't go out of your way to kill him. I kind of happen to like his working," she told Bones. "Though I'm honestly surprised that he's gotten everything here every time. He's... Blonde, in the human way."

Emerson elted a laugh as she paused on the sidewalk next to her car, in front from his house. She leaned onto her car, staring at Bones with a serious face. "Is there a certain kind of job you would kill a person for having?" she meant it jokingly, and the quirk in her eyebrow gave it away.

"That's redic-" Emerson had to stop herself when she thought Bone's statement over. "Wow. Yeah, I can actually understand that, I guess. I mean, at least you didn't say doctors, because that would be sad and pathetic." She smirked, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "Considering, I, the angel you're on a date with, is technically a doctor."

Emerson rolled her eyes, taking a hand out of her pocket to drum her fingers on the side of her car. "And that makes me so much easier to be around," she retorted with a grunt. "Well, for an obnoxious demon you're not so bad either."

"We should." Emerson nodded. Bones was generally nice to be around, so she was happy he at least made it sound like he wanted to hang out with her again. "Well, the fireworks thing only happens once a year, unless you want to get crazy and steal them on the Fourth." She gave a head jerk in the general direction of the park.

"The Fourth doesn't have as much... Excessiveness to it anyway," Emerson replied. She tilted her head at the mention of the next weekend. "I don't have anything either; that sounds great." A smirk lit up her face. "Where do you want to meet?"

"Sounds good to me." Emerson shifted. "It's actually my apartment, too, so." She shrugged, turning to open the door to her car. "I should get going; it's late. I'll see you later?" It was a question, seeing as how she wouldn't know if she'd see him before the next weekend.

After waiting for Bones to get inside his house (though she didn't know why, Bones was a big boy and could handle himself), Emerson waited a beat before climbing into her car and drove home.
((Do we want to skip? If so, when? Should we have something like... Abby seeing them on their next date?))
((Do we want to skip? If so, when? Should we have something like... Abby seeing them on their next date?))

Bones chilled for a little while before getting into his own car and driving to his other house. He had to check on Copper, other wise he might have just stayed at the murder house. When he got home he refilled her cat dish and then went upstairs to take a shower and then go to bed.
The following week was pretty dull, he just did the usual hung out with his buds, went out with Abby and danced at bars picked up a few chicks. Though he didn't sleep with them this time, just took them to the basement and killed em. He even occasionally when to Emerson's shop and bought a few things.
When the weekend came around he was ready, showered and clothed for their date. He got into his car and drove towards her shop.
Thankfully, the drive home from Bones' murder house was quick, and Emerson soon found herself showering and then falling into bed.
Over the course of the next week, she had very few customers, but that wasn't a problem. The pot guy only visited twice, but some tourists came in on Friday and bugged her. She was able to scoot them out after two hours of roaming her shelves, giving a crappy story on how her aunt was in the hospital and she needed to close up early over it.
Once the family left, she showered and changed into nice black jeans and a red button-up that made her hair look like it was glowing. It wasn't truly, but it looked nice. She perched on the counter, finger combing her wet curls as she waited for Bones. When she saw his truck pull up, she hopped off and grabbed her keys, opening the door to invite him in.
Over the course of the next week, she had very few customers, but that wasn't a problem. The pot guy only visited twice, but some tourists came in on Friday and bugged her. She was able to scoot them out after two hours of roaming her shelves, giving a crappy story on how her aunt was in the hospital and she needed to close up early over it.
Once the family left, she showered and changed into nice black jeans and a red button-up that made her hair look like it was glowing. It wasn't truly, but it looked nice. She perched on the counter, finger combing her wet curls as she waited for Bones. When she saw his truck pull up, she hopped off and grabbed her keys, opening the door to invite him in.
Probably somewhat like a thousand actual RP comments, but I wouldn't be able to actually count because it was in a group with a theme (X-Men) so our comments were all over the place.
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Emerson rolled her eyes. "And how would you know?" she asked with a chuckle. "You already said that you have only ever fought with angels before now." She arched her eyebrows to him mockingly. "You're not basing your entire experience on me, are you? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not a viable candidate." Though it was true- most angels had sticks up their asses.