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Abigail is out back in the range, bow pulled up and ready. She's been practicing not that she really needs to. Her ipod is on and those ear buds are in her ears so she's not going to hear anything around her. Though she does catch movement out of the corner of her eye. That movement has her turning, arrow still pointed and those hazel eyes narrowed a bit.

Never catch a Nightstalker off guard.

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Eh he was used to having arrows amongst other things pointed at him. Abby with her bow didn't scare him as much as it probably should have. But this was King we were talking about here- fear was hardly part of his middle name anymore. Throwing his hands up in the air, wearing that God awful baby blue jacket (http://www.filmjackets.com/FILM_JACKETS/blade_trinity/hannibal_king/blade_trinity_hannibal_king2-001.jpg) he'd picked up somewhere, Hannibal gave the woman a rueful look.

"Seems Bar knows my style. What do you think? Does it make me look fat?"

Anything for a grin from the woman before he had to leave back to his world. Bar had, thankfully, made copies of all the files he'd brought in for Arcade for the man to look over. Somerfield wasn't going to be able to beat his ass this time unless Zoe found his candy stash. Things were going surprisingly good.

The moment she saw who it was, she lowers her bow and can't help but smile. Faintly hearing his question she pulls out one of the ear buds and looks him up and down a bit. Hey... he does at least get a laugh out of her.

"You look great, King. Turn and show it off."

She'd play along for a moment, especially when she knew that King wasn't like the one from her own world. That didn't mean she couldn't care though which she found that she did.

Oh and he did turn doing his little mock catwalk move with it. Hannibal had no shame when it came to having an ego the size of the multi-verse. A wide grin across his face he actually felt a little relief at the bow being lowered. Honestly he wasn't to sure he could explain that to someone in the bar if he returned with an arrow lodged in his body.

"Haven't seen you about in a while. Got worried you might have, you know, gone back 'home'." Not that he knew what home was like for Abs. For him they had just freed Blade and were gearing up to go Familiar hunting. All the questions that King might have had he used surprising control to keep them shut inside his mind.

There was a part of her that wanted to wrap her arms around him and not let go. Something felt off and she didn't like the feeling. Placing the arrow back in its quiver and the bow was broken back down to be put in its holster.

"No, I didn't go back home. There's really nothing there but..." Except for him, Zoe and the werewolves. She shakes her head, that smile not leaving her lips. "That jacket looks good on you, King. It's you."

Not that off. I mean he had been choked by a big ugly dude that Abby had put an arrow through his eye, belittled by the man they were supposed to be backing up, and refound his door to a wonderfully interesting bar at the end of the universe. So a normal day for the Nightstalkers.

Smoothing a hand over the baby blue leather, Hannibal couldn't help but grin. "I think it matches my eccentric personality pretty well. Bright and colorful to the core." To a degree at least- his clothing choices had always been questionable. What could he say? King was an attention whore at times.

"Guess we've just managed not to cross paths surprisingly. Course I've been a busy boy the last few weeks."

"How busy, King?"

She won't tell him what she knows even if she wants to. They're from two different worlds and if the Abby of his world found out that he knew things he shouldn't, she might turn against him. That was something that she didn't want.

"Like I said, it fits you."

"Busy busy. Like a little bee." Stepping closer to where Abby was standing King took the time to study her target before giving her a sidelong glance. "Your aim is off."

Nope- no mentioning of what he had been up to or anything. Just a wide mischievous grin splitting his face as he stuffed his hands in to his pockets. He could have his secrets to you know!

"So I met this guy here that works with genetic stuff. He's taking a look at information we've been able to gather about the vamps and Drake."

"That doesn't tell me a thing, King." Not that she expected him to tell her anything at all. Though at the mention of her aim being off, she rose a brow. "My aim is only off because I was interrupted by a pain in the ass joker."

However that mischievous grin touching his lips has her shaking her head,"You'll have to point this person out to me. After all, I'm sure there is more information that can be added to what you gave him."

With a shrug of his shoulders Hannibal couldn't help but grin. How was he not supposed to when he knew he was dangling information along like a cat chasing a toy? It was a game with them and had been since day one. "You were thinking about my ass weren't you?"

His grin couldn't get any more smug as he glanced towards Abigail again before trying to put on a serious face. "Yeah I will. Just make sure I'm not around if you do talk to him. You know- that whole ending the world, tearing time at the seams thing."

It was something that was just a 'them' thing. Though she can't help but laugh at the question of if she was thinking about his ass or not. He should feel privileged, he's gotten a smile and a laugh out of her today. Such a feat was unheard of, most days anyway.

"Then I guess that'll be the day that you have to be as far away from me as possible. No need to tear the world apart." Not that she really believed such a thing after being in Milliways for so long, but anything was possible.

Which why Hannibal was the king. Well... sad little king on a sad little hill that was mostly made of vampire ashes and other things. Thing was Hannibal didn't care. Making Abby grin was like a point system in the group that he was winning by a point. Zoe was tough competition.

"Not much more than we are already, eh?" Wry grin aside King rolled his shoulders again before looking back towards the lake then to Abby. It was weird, her being who she was and not the same as he knew. Older? A little, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. Not and actually live- he kinda did like being a 'living' being again. "We're close to figuring out what Danica and her cohorts are doing. Going on the Hunt for familiars with Blade in the morning."

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