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[anita_blake]

So, Anita's been busy.

In the meddlesome, over-protective, annoying way she usually is, but she has been busy.

However, at the moment, she is preparing to step back through the door to St. Louis. She had spent most of the time with her pard and Damian, but had run across Richard a couple of times. Tense, as usual, and the conversation always short-lived. She was always chasing after someone, needing to be somewhere else.

Tonight, though, she's seated in a booth, readying herself to go back to the city.

To go back, tell Jean-Claude about this place, and drag his ass back somehow.

But, before she does that, she's hoping to talk to a couple of people.

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[anita_blake]

"How... interesting. Thanks for sharing that," she tells him. "I'm from St. Louis. On Earth."

[ostro_goth]

She does not seem overly worried or shocked, which speaks for her coming from a world that is cruel and bloody by default. And St. Louis, of course.

"Are you from the same world then as Elizabeth, the were-leopard?" Teja asks. "She is from St. Louis, also."

[anita_blake]

"Elizabeth," Anita says stiffly, "is a member of my pard. I am her Nimir-ra."

[ostro_goth]

Teja dislikes being this clandestine and deceptive, feigning polite interest when truly, he would show his displeasure at who this woman seems to be after all, despite her lack of beauty.

"So you are a were-leopard, also?" Teja says.

[anita_blake]

Anita shakes her head.

"No. I'm just... their Nimir-ra. I'm a necromancer."

[ostro_goth]

"But they are not dead?" Teja says.

Among all the things people had told about this woman, they had failed to mention that she is an evil witch that will raise and command the dead.

[anita_blake]

"No, they aren't. I'm... unique. I am the Nimir-ra and the lupa, as well as a necromancer and the human servant of the Master of the City," she says. "Things have just piled on top of things and I'm... just unique."

[ostro_goth]

Teja very much does not smirk at the pronouncement of 'I am the lupa' -- considering what that word meant among the Romans.

Yes, very much so, from what Teja had heard. Still, he fails to see what would make this woman so desirable: unless she has some secret force of attraction that he, as a lover of men, is utterly oblivious to.

"It must be much work," Teja says, deadpan.

[anita_blake]

"It's life."

And she'd gotten used to that life.

"I manage it like everyone else does."

[ostro_goth]

"Oh, not everyone manages to manage his own life," Teja says.

Much less manage the lives of all around them, from what he heard.

"And many manage barely, but moan much," he adds.

[anita_blake]

"No use in moaning about it. It won't change anything. You just pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep moving," Anita says.

She only really complained about her lot in life when she was feeling particularly sorry for herself, but with the trouble constantly assailing her, she knows those moments aren't very frequent.

[ostro_goth]

"Indeed," Teja says. "That is what I would do."

Unless there was nothing to do -- then, Teja would readily give in to melancholy; but that only drove him to silence, not complaints.

[anita_blake]

Anita gives him a polite smile.

"I'd like to think it's what most people would do."

[ostro_goth]

"I think many weak-willed men from the future," Teja says, "would rather look for who they can blame. And a Roman might have looked for who they might sue."

[anita_blake]

"Blame isn't very helpful. Things are the way they are, and you just swim or drown under it all. I think I'd rather swim."

[ostro_goth]

"So did I," Teja says.

She sounds more sensible than he had expected, so far.

[anita_blake]

Anita is very sensible, very practical.

She gives him another nod and picks up her coffee, sipping slowly.

[ostro_goth]

Teja nods to her, and walks away.

At least he knows what she looks like, now.