When she arrives, Rayne is in the middle of jumping to his feet in shock. His daemon - a skinny, leggy ginger cat with bright golden eyes - leaps into his arms, hissing.
He looks at Amariah very intently, for a moment, but his eyes are drawn irresistibly back to Ripper.
"Hi," says Ripper, smirking.
"What in Christ happened to you?" says Rayne. "And who's the witch?"
"Be nice," says Ripper, "she's a friend."
Rayne shakes his head slowly. His daemon climbs up to his shoulder and directs a look of deep suspicion at Amariah, then jumps lightly down to curl up in his armchair while he nods politely to the apparent mythic figure.
"Right," says Ripper. "Isabella Amariah, Ethan Rayne. And me - let's say I'm not the Ripper you know."
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Date: 2013-08-13 02:00 pm (UTC)He looks at Amariah very intently, for a moment, but his eyes are drawn irresistibly back to Ripper.
"Hi," says Ripper, smirking.
"What in Christ happened to you?" says Rayne. "And who's the witch?"
"Be nice," says Ripper, "she's a friend."
Rayne shakes his head slowly. His daemon climbs up to his shoulder and directs a look of deep suspicion at Amariah, then jumps lightly down to curl up in his armchair while he nods politely to the apparent mythic figure.
"Right," says Ripper. "Isabella Amariah, Ethan Rayne. And me - let's say I'm not the Ripper you know."
"I can tell," Rayne murmurs.