<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Kumiho<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First meetings<br/><hr/><br/>"Freelance journalist?" Max asked, eyebrows raising, "Politics? Travel? Or just whatever gets you published? That's pretty cool." Max always thought a job like that would be interesting if he ever had to work. After all, who wouldn't like to get paid for publishing their opinions to the world? But really it was about being able to share your thoughts and experiences, something that Max generally shied away from for privacy concerns when it came to things like social media, not only because of his family's money but because if his identity ever got out as being Evolved he wouldn't want a massive trail that people could follow.<br/><br/>Kumiho then pointing a finger, sounding alarmed, and Max immediately falling for it, always a bit on edge and worried about Tac-6. He glanced over his shoulder, trying to figure out what it was that Kumi had been pointing at and failing. Turning back to look at the man he started to say as much but then realized that Kumiho was no longer there. Like he'd just disappeared but... the man was still there, he knew it. But where?<br/><br/>The waitress seemed to show up right at that moment, however, and Max stared at her curiously for several long moments before it clicked in his brain that as she got farther away so did his sense of Kumiho. Several seconds later it clicked - that's what the scent was, a hint of a shifter, but very different from the wolf shifter he'd taken some of the powers of. That was... amazing!<br/><br/>"Wait!" he called out to the waitress/Kumiho, standing up at the table, "I'm not..." Not what? Can't exactly yell out that you aren't Tac-6 or some sort of Evolved hunter. Rather than give chase Max just sighed and shook his head, sitting back down. He'd track the guy down later most likely... maybe.<br/><br/>Instead he took a big sip of his beer, and ordered dinner anyways, enjoying it before heading back to his hotel where he slipped into the bar to relax and have another drink or three.