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Chloe sits at the bar, drinking from her no foam latte as she reads through a copy of the Daily Planet that Bar was nice enough to provide again. She frowns at one article, but dismisses it, shaking her head. Every once in a while, she looks up from her paper, just to see what oddities she can find in Milliways today.

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A tall, dark, and handsome man wearing an immaculate black suit is playing a rather sad melody at the piano. He's an incredible musician, no way around that, but the music is quite sad.

Chloe's listening to the music as she reads her paper. At one point, she looks around, curious as to where it was coming from. She smiles when she sees the man playing at the piano, and hops off the barstool to walk towards him. "Didn't know we had talent show audtions here, too."

He turns his head slightly to watch her with his dark eyes. With a rather precise, graceful gesture he brushes some of the dark hair from in front of his face. His voice is cool and dry with a slight, unplaceable accent (unless Chloe is familiar with the Second Age).

"I play for those who desire to listen."

Chloe is not familiar with the Second Age, and frowns momentarily at the accent, unable to place it. "So, you're saying I wanted to listen to something this sad?"

A pause and a tilt of the head. His vocal tone still the same.

"It is merely a statement of my habits as a musician."

Chloe nods. "How long have you been playing?"

He considered for a moment.

"How long have I been playing today, how long have I been playing the piano, or how long have I been playing music at all?"

"You're chock full of questions, aren't you?" Chloe laughs. "Any of them."

He thought for a moment.

"I have been playing today for approximately four hours. I have been playing the piano for approximately five months, and I have been playing music for approximately three hundred and fifty years."

He looks thirty at the oldest, and yes, he did just casually shrug off eons.

"Okay, you do realize you just said three hundred and fifty years, right?" Chloe gives him an appraising glance. "Either you've been in hibernation or something, or you're not human."

He smiled slightly.

"I meant what I said, and physiologically speaking I am as human as you appear to be."

She furrows her eyebrows, waving her hand in some gesture. "And the age span is because...?"

Fire filled his eyes, and lightning began to arc around his body. Within seconds, the air around him began to burn.

Then the power was gone as suddenly as it came.

"Does that suffice?"

A dog-eared half demon is sitting nearby, eating a bowl of rice.

Chloe looks up from her paper, and stares at the half demon. "Okay, what are you?"

He glares, an ear twitching. "I'm a hanyou. What else could I be?"

He sniffs. "Keh--you're just a human."

"I've never heard of a hanyou."

"Half demon," he says shortly. "My mother was human."

"Wow. Not exactly your typcial suburbean couple."

"He loved her. So he let me live as shame to the bloodline."

"What's a suburban?"

Give the guy a break, he's from 500 years in the past.

"Wait, what sort of shame?" She's never really talked to a half-demon before.

Chloe rolls her eyes. "Tell me your kidding. Surburbea? Home of the boring?"

"I'm part human," he says as though it's painfully obvious. "No demon family would want weakness in the family's bloodline. But my father let me live."

He looks very confused. "Kagome has never told me about anything like that. I'm from the Feudal Era of Japan."

Her eyes widen. "The feudal era of Japan? Whoa, you're definately in my past."

"Oh yeah? Where're you from?"

[ooc: Sorry--work unexpectedly interfered.]

"Smallville, Kansass. 2001."