I was entirely aware of her staring. She'd actually been doing it for rather a while now and truly I was beginning to consider that I had done, well, something unusual to so hold her attention though my own gaze remained fixated elsewhere if only out of politeness I suppose. To stare at her in the same manner would be decidedly unusual and yet really I doubt her explanation of what she was actually looking at would have made much sense to me all the same. The accuracy of her observations though, had I been able to hear them, would have astounded me with just how very true they were although some things I think are better left unsaid. No one ever wants to be reminded I don't think, of how entirely lonely they are. I'd never been this way before, hell, I'd spent my nights moving from one bed to another enjoying everything anyone had to offer- my love of women and their company in any form was all I'd ever needed. At least until Kat. Former me would have been rather annoyed by current me. That I am entirely sure of. I'd come to depend on her in a way I'd never actually depended on anyone. I hadn't expected anything from her, I hadn't expected her to do anything- except be there. They don't tell you how addictive it is to come home and have someone there to greet you or how even on the nights we didn't sleep together I often found myself entirely content just to have her beside me in bed all the same doing something as utterly mundane as reading. How ridiculous I've become. Former me would never have believed I would be content with that in a million years and yet here and now I seemed to be finding it hard to go back to anything that had existed before her.

It's entirely fortunate the woman whose company I have found myself within tonight is actually willing enough to engage in my game, foolish and almost childish as it is and yet really why not have a little fun? People were often far too serious and while the game was entirely rigged with my own affinity from the start I still found myself intrigued by her choice all the same. She moved to select the wrong card as was anticipated- since they were both wrong, her features frowning a moment. Hmm, she was going to analyse the game then. So few women actually did that. It was decidedly rare for any of them to think to deeply on it after they had picked the wrong card, even rarer still to flip the other card as she moved to do. My power in this at least, is entirely effortless, moving to rearrange the image on the card into the ace she had failed to select to make it at least appear as if it had been an actual option in play. Her words saw a simper pull across my lips all the same.

"Yes, it's a magic trick."

Well there was little harm in admitting it now that she had lost all the same although how much of a mere slight of hand it was is perhaps a little debatable. Outside of Kat I'd never actually shown anyne that particular power. Being able to manipulate cards is useful at a casino, not so much when it came to attempting to battle the supernatural race as I was constantly being reminded I was supposed to do. I can launch the cards sure- but even then it just tends to give people rather numerous paper cuts, I can make shields out of them too though really how effective that is depends on how many cards im carrying and honestly it's rather cumbersome carrying around multiple decks of cards. Calling it a power was perhaps a bit of a joke and yet I'd made it work all the same. The young woman moved to make her way around the bar then, seating himself beside me, the smallest of appreciative grins flashed towards her before my question in regards to whether she actually ate seemed to catch her off guard, a chuckle rising within my throat all the same.

"Yes I eat. What I meant by that is, well I don't....know what you are. I'm a rather defective Hunter, for whatever reason those instincts I'm supposed to have just don't work. I can't tell what species, I suppose, anyone is. Everyone just looks the same to me- just people. Some of the others have been trying to teach me but-"

I shrugged by way of response. Why I could never identify what anyone was while the other hunters moved above pinpointing Were, Fairy, Vampire- one after the other I hardly knew. I just saw people. I could tell whether they were human or not- at least most of the time and yet even that was a sense that had only just begun to work. Only since Kat left. Yet it still failed help me differentiate all the same. Maybe it's simply because I just don't care. I'm not going to hunt them anyway so what does it matter?

"I don't really know anything about anyone not a human, maybe you eat, maybe you don't, maybe you have the power to open a vortex to the fifth dimension I truly don't know. I don't even really know what I am. My life was fine until the day I nearly died, I thought I had died, but when I woke up I was apparently one of the X-Men and had somehow been charged with saving humankind from everyone else. Honestly- I'm the worst choice they could have ever made."

I smiled almost ruefully at the thought, no one said I couldn't find at least a little humour in my...predicament. Though the words were entierly true. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do with this life so unwillingly given to me. Did I die that day? Am I dead or am I alive like I was before? If im so apparently immortal as Kat said then how on earth am I alive? This....this is why I shouldn't be left alone to think. The menu drawn up before my companion was a thankful distraction, the girl moving to point to some sort of pie. Honestly I have no idea what it is and yet if that's what she wanted then so be it, my head nodding.

"Sure, we'll get that then. What is your name, by the way? I failed to actually ask you that. I'm Kohl."





k o h l
so you want to play with magic?