As much as Asura wanted Charlotte to waste her questions, she was going to do her damnedest to ensure that she wasted them in a good way. As soon as he entered her apartment, Charlotte closed the door behind him and locked it shut. It had been a long time since she'd had a man in her apartment. Well, sort of. Her ex-boyfriend had lived with her until about a month ago, telling her that she had changed and wasn't the same person she had been three months ago. That was the truth, and she didn't stop him from leaving. If he couldn't handle who she was now, he couldn't handle who she was ever. That didn't mean that she was still used to having someone in her personal space. A month without a "roommate" had turned her into a bit of a hermit. Frantically, she grabbed things off the couch, a bra off the back of the door, and shoved them all into a shoe closet next to the living room. Hopefully, she hadn't embarrassed herself too much already.<br/><br/><b>"Uh, would you like a drink?"</b>Charlotte asked, walking quickly toward the fridge so that she could hide her embarrassed face inside of it while she search for drinks.<b>"I don't have much. Water, water, and oh!"</b>She grabbed a bottle of her favorite wine and put it on the counter top next to the sink.<b>"Or a glass of wine. I think I'll have one myself."</b>Alcohol would take the tension out of the air, or so she thought. Around Asura, she felt like she could cut the thickness of it with a knife. He was suffocating. He was too much. He occupied every space of her mind when she got<i>just that close</i>to him, and secretly, she wondered if that had to do with his half-human, half-whatever abilities. She'd ready plenty of stories that spoke of powers and such. What kind did he have?<br/><br/>His question took her off guard as she poured herself a glass of the white wine.<b>"I don't have any fancy glasses or anything."</b>Charlotte said, ignoring him as she pushed a coffee mug in his direction, followed by the bottle of wine.<b>"So you'll have to make due with what's available."</b>Quickly, Charlotte brought her drink to her lips, inhaling those first sips deeply before she decided to answer his questions with a face of bravery.<br/><br/><b>"I don't remember a whole hell of a lot."</b>Charlotte admitted briefly. The most vivid thing about that day had been his eyes, and even then, Charlotte had a hard time believing they were real.<b>"Because if we're being honest here, I did forget. For just a moment."</b>Her cup made a soft 'clank' as she placed it on the counter and leaned forward to rest her elbows on it as well. She cradled her head in her hands and observed Asura for a minute.<b>"I remember people that looked like me and you. I remember that they made people cry without touching them. They even killed a few standing right there in front of us. The first word that came to mind when I looked at them was <i>Demon</i>, and as you've so kindly confirmed, things like that do <i>really</i> exist in the world. Luckily for you, I already knew that. Kind of."</b><br/><br/>She'd done her research, pulling up websites that were a little too conspiracy theorist, and meeting with people that had a little too much of a drug use problem. But had she not gone that route, she wouldn't have met up with someone that had a contact for her. Hopefully, said contact wouldn't mind her bailing out on their meeting for Asura. That thought made her a little nervous. Hopefully, she would stay out of trouble because of her boldness.<br/><br/><b>"I'm not gonna stand here and tell you that it didn't surprise me. I thought I was going crazy for the longest time."</b>Charlotte sighed and pushed back up to stand. She then proceeded to remove her leather jacket and hung it quickly on a rack beside the door. Walking over to Asura, she started to push the long sleeves of her black shirt up to her elbows.<b>"But I was reminded fairly quickly that this was real. All of it."</b>Charlotte held her arms out for him to look at, deep scarred gashes running across her wrists as if she'd attempted to harm herself. She made it very clear that was not the case.<b>"I don't do that stuff,"</b>She said with a shake of her head.<b>"But I saw everyone else forgetting and I didn't want to. I never thought being a secretary would put me into harm's way. That's why I picked that job over...well, over others."</b>Her degree in chemistry was one that she was proud of, but she stayed away from it. That was a part of her past that she didn't want to revisit for a while yet.<br/><br/><b>"But to see half of the office succumb to something that seemed to come out of a movie like Star Wars and the other half staring blankly up at a man with bright blue eyes who had a promise that everything would be alright? I ain't forgetting. Not anytime soon. So, how about you take a seat and let's talk?"</b>Charlotte pointed over toward a brown leather couch. She took a seat at the far end, turning herself so that her legs were pointed toward him even as he stood.<b>"If I only have five questions, then consider this the first two - who were those people and what in the hell did they want with us and the people we work for?"</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="376" data-username="@EchoOfADream" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/376/">@EchoOfADream</a>