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Nara sighed. She was walking down the street, the hood of her gray jacket covering her face. She had her headphones on and one of her pistols in the waistband of her blue jeans. She was also wearing black combat boots. She looked like a normal person except a bit of her very long blue hair was showing. She was human...ish. She turned up her music more to drown out the sounds of people talking. She didn't like people but she would have to get over it.

Hanzo was walking down the busy street. Talking to everybody and nobody at the same time. He had an SMG on his hip and a very expensive katana on his back. He walked past s woman who looked like an emo, or something like that and struck up a conversation with her. "Have you ever wondered if aliens existed? And why in movies, everyones like 'Oh hey, theyre peaceful' And then they wonder why the aliens with some super laser guns wipe them all out?" He looked sideways at the hooded girl.

OOC: Just assume that Hanzo is always wearing his costume. In almost every scene

Nara looked at him with her blue eyes." Because people are scared to believe in such things." She shrugged." Most people react by hating those different than them while others accept them for who and what they are." She pulled down her hoodie, making sure her pistol was hidden as she walked.

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"Huh, what a very deep perspective into the minds of aliens. But i probably wouldve either blown em to hell, or used them for cheap labor." Hanzo shrugged. "And dont worry about hiding that toots. Look at me, ive got a big ass sword on my back and a SMG on my hip, and nothing happened to me." He turned in front of her and extended his hand. "Names Hattori, Hanzo Hattori." He said, trying his best to imitate James Bond.

Nara blinked. She stopped and pulled her headphones onto her neck, turning them off." Nara Misuna." She reached and shook his hand. She never took her hood down.

"Well, Nara, whats on the agenda? Me, i usually wait around for one of the freaks that Spiderman hasnt gotten around to boring to death yet, and i beat the crap outta them. What do you do?"

"I was just heading to the garage I keep my motoorbike in. I don't realy do anything for fun except fixing stuff up." She said. She wasn't telling the complete truth but didn't really want to say the other way she had fun. Her mind wamdered to the pistol hidden in her waistband.

"Oh, is it a Harley? I like Harleys. Never had one though. Always did want a Harley. Hey, if its a Harley, can i have it?" Hanzo babbled and walked carefree next to her.

"I can make you one if you want. I made mine."

He hoted "Yeah baby! Whip me up A Harley Banana Split!" Hanzo did a little dance and stopped. "Waiit, how much is this gonna cost me." He patted his hips, looking for pockets. "Um, i think i left my wallet in my other tights."

"No worries. I already have the parts." She stopped at a closed garage and unlocked it. She pushed the door up, reveaing a few computers on the table, tools spread out across another and shelves filled with machine parts. In the center was a red sleek motorcycle, well cared for.

Hanzo whistled as he looked around. "Some garage. Ill work where you do." He commented off hand

"I own the place and no one else works for me." She turned on the lights and walked in." Come on in. I usually shut the door."

"Well, i wish i had your majic money." Hanzo looked around. "Got a bathroom?"

"Up the stars in the main hallway through that door." She pointed to a door in the back of the garage as she closed the door, kicking it to reboot it when it stopped halfway.

"Well, im off to tinkle!" Hanzo said cheerfully. As he walked through the building, he noticed one thing. It looked rather bare. "Not very cheery here is it?" He said to himself. After he relieved himself, he teleported back into the garage. "Youre a very bland person arent you?" He asked

Nara looked up from one of the computers she was looking at. She shrugged." Never really had a sense of decorating." She looked around before huffing." Stupid radio. I just had it."

"You look like a winter. Get some nice light blues in here, maybe some light browns and tans..." Hanzo trailed off. He looked around and sat down. "You work here by yourself?"

"Yeah. I live here by myself to. I inherited this place from my foster parents."