<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First Meetings<br/><br/>Kumiho listened to Max describe his life and travels, and found himself actually liking the guy.  Which was neither here nor there, Kumi supposed even a Tac 6 could be a decent dude, or a decent liar.  But Kumi held getting to know the people of the world very high in his own approach to life, and to hear it echoed back, even from a guy with the money to easily do it, was something that touched him.<br/><br/>It wasn't enough to make him feel safe though.  He still watched the environment, ready to make his break when the moment allowed.  "Oh, well I'm a bit of a freelance journalist," he admitted.  He was regretting giving the man his name now, but luckily it wasn't a name he used officially with his journalist identities.  "So I tend to chase a story, try to live off the stipend while I do so.  Get to know the world, as you say."<br/><br/>Kumi gripped the edge of his chair and quietly readied his body to move.  He only hoped the guy didn't have any compatriots watching closely.  "Oh shit, do you see that over there?" Kumiho asked Max, pointing his finger behind Max's seat and widening his eyes in feigned shock.   He pushed his chair back some and half stood up, both to heighten the seeming intensity, and to ready his escape.<br/><br/>It only took a second.  Max turned his head to glance behind him and in that second Kumiho's male form was gone, and replaced by a picture-perfect replica of their waitress.  Kumiho took one large step sideways to place himself away from the chair he had been in, and moved toward the table.  "I will be back for your order in just a moment," she told Max, in a thick Czech accent, pausing just briefly at the table with her finger tips on his shoulder, drawing his attention back, and then walking away through the diners.  Kumiho figured he would change again as soon as he got some bodies between them, slide into the street, and keep changing until he got some distance.