“Yes I really live here. I keep coming back to this city time and again, figured I needed some sort of base in order to keep some of my stuff in a central location. I don't know, but there seems to be a nexus of power here or something I don't know.”<br/><br/>As she moved to sit on the couch he shook his head.<br/><br/>“You'll be fine, its like sitting on the best bed in the world. I fucking love that couch, I'd stab a nun to keep it too.”<br/><br/>His voice was trailing away as he walked to the kitchen to get a couple of beers, popping the caps off he stops by a closet to pull out a wooden box out. IT was beautifully carved with the heads of demons showing fear, the very box itself seemed to radiate peace. Very ancient magic was here, powerful but not intimidating.<br/><br/>“I wanted to give you this.”<br/><br/>He said handing her an ice cold beer.<br/><br/>“...and this.”<br/><br/>He offered with a wink.<br/><br/>“I've had these for a long time, but I can't use them. They were made for the hands of a human, a symbol of hope for those that may be over taken by darkness. I have them because the last man who had them died in my arms. He made me promise to pick the right person, to wait until a soul I could trust came into the world. Well that was eight hundred years ago. They have been waiting for you.”<br/><br/>He would sit down next to her on the couch. Inside was a set of elegant kukri, very simple looking and gleaming brightly though there was no direct like shining on them. The handles were of a dark wood, steel inlays. So simply and yet stunning at the same time.  Six throwing daggers that mirrored the style were set inside as well.<br/><br/>“Once they bind to you, you'll never lose them. They will always return, and once they bind to you no one can hurt you with them.”<br/><br/>He didn't even know all of their powers.<br/><br/>“Their powers are deep and complicated, I know they kill demons really well. But I know they will kill angels as well. These weapons were made for protection, no matter where the attack comes from...heaven or hell, you'll be able to fight.”<br/><br/>He sighed and finally took a good long deep pull from the beer.<br/><br/>“I will train you. We need more of us in the world...I was hesitant for the simple fact that I really like you. I'm not nice when it comes to this. I'm really not...but its more important for you to be able to fight than to like me.”<br/><br/>He took another deep drink of his bottle.