<strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gehenna's, table off to the side of the bar, previously her table<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ja... I mean, Adam Smith, and anyone else.<br/><hr/><br/>Ariel watched the behemoth of a man shamble over.  The bloodied, barbed wire wound club dragging behind him gave him the look of an unintelligent brute.  A brute he was definitely, but she wouldn't make the mistake of considering him dumb.  She knew first hand that looks could be deceiving.  If she felt anything about him joining her, she hid it well.  That included the disgust and pity she felt when she looked at the man's soul.<br/><br/>Souls they could be a funny thing.  The typical soul in Middle city was a tattered, ragged thing, and more individuals were missing their soul than still possessed it.  It wasn't uncommon then for her to see someone without a soul, such as, your typical vampire, and demon.  The soul that belonged to the lumbering hulk that stood before her was rare, black as night, and reflected a lifetime of choices.  That's why when he spoke of God, she was taken back.<br/><br/>Her eyebrow raised, the first emotion she'd shown since entering Gehenna's,<strong>"always, even here."</strong>She said honestly without judgement.<br/><br/><strong>"If you're here to confess, it's going to take me a while to carry the message.  Being in his presence isn't the same as having his ear.  Otherwise, Middle City would be quite a bit different."</strong><br/><br/>Her hands remained on the table.  If he wanted a fight, she'd oblige, but she wasn't going to start it.  He had ears, and understood speech, which meant she could likely pacify him with her voice much more easily than with sword or gun.<br/><br/>Even as Ariel conversed with the massive undead man, she kept tabs on those around her.  She didn't really care for the look she'd received from the vampire, though she'd been expecting to see more of those.  It had been a look that told her he knew who she was.  Which simply meant he had some ties to something.  Not a whole lot to go on.  The other type of look had been from the werewolf.  Few other creatures wore their soul like a lycanthrope.  His, however, was blended with that of a hedonist as well.<br/><br/>Never having taken her focus off of the big guy immediately in front of her, Ariel smiled warmly.<strong>"Did you have a specific question, or were you simply curious?"</strong>She asked softly.  Again without judgement or scorn.