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Guide is grumpy and in the gym working on a punching bag. His shoulder is now healed, however he's gaunt and his hair is dull. He's been nearly starving here for the lack of willing volunteers in his feeding, and apparently feeding too soon on an immune human is bad for them. After some time he finishes up his workout and heads to the bar and sits grumpily sipping at a cold glass of water.

Catch him in either place, but be warned he's kinda up for a fight.

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Jak eyes the stranger, [i]sort[/i] of leary of this man's appearance, taking a sip of a drink of his own mixing.

Guide hisses as he notices the mind near him.

The strange eco-warrior stays back, being cautious.

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Guide ignores him sipping his water.

The long-eared man just shrugs off the creepy man's look at him, taking a sip of the mixed drink.

The constant attention in the creature's mind given to Guide is deafening.

"If you have a question ask it," he says.

"So what brings you here to the bar, today stranger?

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"Water," says Guide.

The mouth in the palm of his hand opening against the glass in response to the other's life force.

I see, well I'm here for a drink and we are near each other sooo..

Yeah.

Guide growls low in in his throat, "Then why are you staring at me?"

He can't read minds, but he can pick up on some things.

Jak frowns, it's like he has hairs on the back of his neck standing up but resistant to the urge to stare at Guide again.

"Just thought I'd start a friendly conversation."

The hand placed on the surface of the bar clenches, the claws almost marring her. There is only one thing on his mind right now, and it is the burning need to feed. He has never gone this long before and it is like fire in his chest and limbs.

He bares his sharp teeth at the man. The hand around the glass tightening in a desperate bid to control the hunger.

Sahaal's in the gym, working on his early morning calisthenics, when he notices Guide. He heads over, worry evident on his pale face.

"Guide? Are you well?"

Guide whirls on Sahal baring his sharp teeth at him. He's been practically starved here

At that threat, Sahaal's training and instincts kick in. He steps back, putting his hand on his sheathed combat knife.

"What happened?"

The mouth in the palm of his hand gaped as it sensed the life force within Sahal.

"I am hungry," sneers Guide.

Behind his goggles, his black eyes dart to Guide's palm.

"Alright. No problem. Come on, I can get you someone to eat."

"And Bar will allow this?" asks Guide acidly.

He's been stuck here with food everywhere and almost none he can eat. He wonders if Sahal would take the medicine that would allow Guide to feed from him.

"I thought that we could go to my universe, find someone for you to feed on there. If it were the right person, I'm sure Bar wouldn't mind."

Sahaal is a Space Marine, only human up to a point. Feeding from him could very well have some drastic side effects.

For Guide or the Marine?

Guide nods, "Would I not stand out?"

Even I'm his own universe Wraith stand out and aren't always welcome.

For Guide.

"You would," he concedes, "but the chances of you being seen are slim, and it's a very, very big galaxy. Even if someone saw you, no one of any importance would ever find out."

Guide hisses thinking, "And if I seen?"

"Then I make sure that any unwanted observers never get to spread their stories," he says.

Guide eyes Sahal and nods. An adventure might be interesting.

"Very well."

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