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"Oh... yeah, I am, hi...?"

She starts awake from where she's been dozing slightly as her mun is in a computer class.

"I didn't mean to wake you. I'm Connor." He extends a hand - the one not currently holding a cup of tea.

She blinks, and reaches out to shake his hand. "Connor...? Right, sorry, no, it's fine, I just... didn't get a lot of sleep last night. But yeah, I'm Kestrel..."

"I've had my share of nights like that."

"Just thought I should introduce myself, so when you go looking for your instructors, you know who I am. If anyone's interested in sword fighting or just generic fencing."

"Yeah, well."

She shrugs.

"That's awesome, though - I'm glad that people are expressing an interest in the idea, though. And I know I'd like to learn, if I can... are you just planning to teach those, or were there any other things you'd have an interest in?"

She sits up, and looks like she's trying to wake up more.

"For that matter, is there anything you'd like a chance to learn more about? I might start going around and actually asking people if they'd like to teach, in case they haven't seen the sign."

He takes a seat - the fact that she's asking more questions seems like a bit of an invitation.

"Well, I also know a great deal about antique pottery, but I'm not sure how many would be interested in that."

He pauses to sip his tea.

"And, my view on history might not be what most would want to hear, but I can help in that respect as well, if needed. The sword play is my forte, though."

"As for learning - I'm sure there's something I don't know yet." And the smile reappears - a little bigger - it's still early.

She raises an eyebrow.

"Antique pottery? Any particular reason why?"

He shrugs.

"That's what's in my shop - among other things. I'm an antique dealer. The sword fighting stuff just seemed like it would get more attention."

[ooc: mun going to lunch for an hour - will poke in after that. *g*]

"Mmm, yeah, probably... but what sort of antiquities do you have? I mean, I met a girl who works at a museum in Cairo, yesterday... it sorta has me thinking about it."

[ooc: No problem - am doing a bit of that myself right now]

A half shrug. "A bit of this and that. Plates, vases, dishes, some jewelry. It just depends on what I find when I travel."

"Travel... that must be nice. Get away from things a little... meet new people... I mean, yeah, Milliways does that, but... it's not really the same, is it."

There's a bit of a wistful look in her eyes.

"What's your favorite place you've ever traveled, anyway?"

"Travel has its ups and downs. And, if you work it right, you can get away without leaving the city." A shrug. "I live in New York. Central Park is nice some days. But, yeah, it's nice to come here too." He tilts his head a bit. "Are you bound?" - another of those questions that has become a standard like 'How are you?'.

"Favorite place where someone chased me or favorite place where I went voluntarily?" he asks with a chuckle.

"I'm from Denver, but in theory I'm moving to Boston soon... and, well, I was bound, but I went home, but it wasn't quite from when I was from. It was... a really odd day, actually, so I came back quickly. I haven't actually tried to leave by myself again, yet."

She leans back in the booth, stretching her legs out a bit, and laughs. "Are they different? Sure, go ahead and tell me both?"

"I think I've been to Denver. Fought a duel in Boston..." He sips his tea and there's a small frown. "I seem to do all right getting back and forth, of course, I tend to show up here on accident, not by choice."

He smiles - yeah, the smiles are getting a little bigger as the day goes on. "Of course. Being chased, my favorite place was, probably... Italy, travelled to on my own - Japan."

"Wow, you've... certainly covered a lot of ground... when are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"1998 or 9. But, my extensive travel has more to do with the fact that I was born in 1518," he replies casually and sips his tea again.

She raises her eyebrows, and if she wore glasses she would probably peer over them in surprise. But she doesn't. Oh well.

After a moment, she replies.

"You're... not actually the oldest person I've met. I think."

"Yeah, I heard there's an angel or something in the vicinity of 4000 years or so and there's another like me who's creeping toward 5000 - he's got about 500 years to go. I'm just a pup."

"Well, there's the angel, and the demon, and Nick, who I think said he's... what, eight hundred?"

She smiles a little at him.

"You still make me feel really young, though. I'm only in my twenties."

He nods. "Of course, how could I forget Nick?" He gives a bit of a roll of his eyes, but there's a smile in them - still. "I believe Van Helsing is actually much older than he remembers also, though guessing a year is nearly impossible."

He slides his empty cup into the middle of the table.

"If it makes you feel any better, I died - the first time - when I was eighteen."

She winces.

"Noo... can't say that that really does, actually. Wait, the first time? How many times have you died?" She raises an eyebrow.

He leans back in the chair and scratches at his chin, idly.

"A few. Seven or eight during the duel in Boston alone. Crazy Baron," he snorts.

The other eyebrow gets lonely, and goes on a quest to find the first to keep it company.

"... care to explain?"

"About the duel?" He half-shrugs. "Baron stabbed me about seven times. Finally, after I stood up for about the seventh time, I just apologized for calling his wife a bloated warthog - which, by the way, she was - and I left. I probably would have fared a bit better in the sword fighting had I not been half-full of some form of alcohol or other. Maybe quite a few forms," he finished with a grin.

She laughs. Something about this story is just... hilarious, really.

"That... heh. I don't know what to say to that, really, but... my question was more, how you could die seven or eight times and still consider yourself alive..."