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Date: June 4th, morning
Location: Rose's room
Status: Public
Summary: Kirby checks on Rose

It was well after breakfast when Kirby walked down the hallway that led to Rose's room. It wasn't precisely that she felt guilty about trapping her - no one had made her play her little disguise game, after all, and had she told people what she actually was, nothing would have happend. Nevertheless, she wanted to make sure the girl was alright, and not scared out of her wits still. Or possibly scared into running off. What with all the other strange guys here, a wolf-girl seemed to fit right into the local crowd, after all.

She raised a fist and tapped it carefully against the door.

"Rose?" she called out. "It's Kirby Mitchell. May I come in?"

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"Some are a danger to be left alive," Kirby said. "Humans aren't like animals. They aren't clean in their dealings with each other. Some, if you don't cull them, they'll do a great deal of harm. They hardly deserve the label of 'human' at all, though I have no idea what else you'd call them."

That was at least partially true. She had, in fact, several words for them, and not everyone she had ever killed had fallen into that category by far. She wasn't about to tell the girl that, though.

Rose wasn't sure what to think of that. In a way it sounded a bit like what a pack would do if one member ever went completely mad - and dangerous - and weren't to be reasoned with and/or couldn't be controlled anymore. Dangers to the pack had to be eliminated. But that didn't happen often, pack members took care of each other.

"But why do you kill them?"

It hadn't sounded as if she was talking about members of her own family, or as if those people had endangered her directly. What made it her business?

"Because people pay me a lot of good money to do it," she said. "Because I have an aptitude for it where most people would botch the job or at least make a huge mess of it."

Rose shook her head slightly.

"Killing sounds so casual when you talk about it..."

And it wasn't the least bit reassuring to know that she had 'an aptitude for it'. It meant that if she ever changed her mind about not killing someone for his or her pelt, Rose'd be in trouble. And if she killed for money, who could say if she'd really only ever kill bad, evil people? If someone offered enough for a wer pelt...?

Kirby shrugged, and for a fraction of a moment, the twinkle left her eyes and her face became hard and much older than her years.
Then it was gone, and she was back to the carefree young woman she usually appeared to be.

"It's a job," she said. "One I'm good at."

She looked at Rose as if trying to gauge her reaction.

"Don't worry, girl. I only hunt my own kind."

Rose sensed and saw the change in Ms Mitchell and suppressed a shudder. She really didn't think it would be a good idea to get on that woman's bad side. And she would have to be careful to tell her as little as possible about wer and the pack, just in case.

"Hunting your own kind is still weird to me."

More than weird. Maybe disturbing would be the right word. But she had learned early in her life the humans are strange and confusing creatures.

"Who else would do it?" Kirby asked. "There's no other kind of creatues around that would be eligible to. That's what you get for declaring yourself the top of the food chain."

In Rose's experience, humans weren't exactly the top of the food chain, she was actually friends with a predator who lived off of human blood. But she most definitely wouldn't tell Ms. Mitchell. That woman knew more than she should already.

"So, are you hunting someone here?"

She hadn't given the impression of being on a hunt, but who knew?

"I'm on holiday," Kirby said smoothly. "I rarely hunt anymore these days. Most of the time I just enjoy the decadent lifestyle that the money I earned hunting in my youth brought me."

And a few other things, admittedly, that the girl did not need to know about.

"Well, in that case I hope that you will enjoy your holiday here."

Or rather, she would prefer if Ms. Mitchell enjoyed her holiday elsewhere. Just to be safe... But she could hardly tell a customer that and she was still an employee of the hotel, after all.

Kirby smiled. "Oh, I will," she promised. "I do. It's quite an enjoyable place, and it's nice to meet old friends."

Pity. Ms. Mitchell didn't seem to get the hint. And unfortunately it also didn't sound like she planned on leaving soon.

"Yes, it is a nice place."

Rose kept it at that, not opening another topic of conversation. Maybe now the woman would leave without her having to actually be rude. She wasn't sure if being rude to guests would be tolerated here...

"Well," Kirby said. "I'll leave you to rest then."

She stood and turned towards the door. "I'm sure I'll see you around."

Rose managed something like a smile as she watched Ms. Mitchell turn towards the door.

"Thank you, Ms. Mitchell. Have a nice day!"

Kirby smiled back at Rose as she left and carefully closed the door behind herself

Once the door was closed, quite a bit of tension drained out of Rose. Well, that wasn't so bad... I guess. She curled up on the bed, backpack in reach and all senses alert in case someone else showed up. If nothing worse than this talk followed the discovery of her secret, then she might even be able to stay here...

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