Owner	Pose
Khanitiel	It is late at night. Not too late for decent people to be awake, but certainly too late for decent people to not know where they are going to rest. Or what they will eat.     Three are dumpsters here, in an alleyway, and someone who is not decent is searching them. She is tall, lithe, and a strange glow can be seen from between her shoulderblades. Two wounds make her otherwise flawless skin and that is the source of the dim golden light.     Her clothing is whatever she could get from a shelter she found earlier in the day. It is ill-fitting. Her size makes a good match impossible. She is lucky to have shoes. They are undoutably for a man, originally, worn out and well on their way to ruin.     Even though she is tall, it is hard for her get at the bag she is reaching for. She has to bend over into the dumpster and pull it out. It is set on the ground and she very carefully undoes the knot holding it shut.
Josiah Ellis	Make no mistake, Josiah /is/ decent people. He just happens to be on his way to the place where he will rest and eat - judging by the take out Chinese bag he's carrying in his gloved left hand. His leather duster serves to hide the rest of that arm. He pauses to pull a pocket watch out of a small pocket in his coat and glances at it. "Well, Whisper, it's a wee bit chilly, but not so bloody cold as to make eating under the moonlight entirely unappealing." At first it may seem that he's talking to himself. That is until a small bronze and gold clockwork bird takes flight from that mess of curly hair of his. The little thing flutters around Josiah's head just chripping and chittering away before it flies away and straight to Khanitiel. "What is it that you've found this time?" Josiah asks as he picks up his pace to keep up with the strange little creature. What indeed? He pauses at the end of the alley and clears his throat to announce his presence - as if his presence wasn't already given away by that tiny little clockwork piece of perfection. "Say, it's rather cold outside!" he calls out softly. "...and there might be rats in that dumpster!" He glances down at the bag in his hand and back down the alley, to the bag, back again before he mumbles, "Bugger all, I was really looking forward to this." A beat. "Do you like chicken and rice?"
Khanitiel	The woman does not react at first. When she does look up from her work, her eyes first dwell on the clockwork. "This is some manner of living thing," she notes. Her eyes are passive. She then directs her attention to Josiah. It takes her some time to speak.     "There are a few rats in the dumpster, but they haven't gotten into the bag yet," she says. Her voice is strangely distant, flat. Her face, likewise, does not give the impression of any feeling.     "Chicken and rice? Protein and carbohydrates would help sustain this form." She can notice their scent. She obviously recognizes this as food and her body requires it. However. "I have no means to compensate you for food."
Josiah Ellis	Whisper just keeps flitting about, this way and that. The little bird is more swallow size than hummingbird sized but it looks and flies like the latter. Chirp chirp, peep peep, tweet tweet. It's also still just chattering away. "Yes, yes I know, Whisper, it is late and it is cold," Josiah responds to the obvious observations being made by his little friend. But his attention is on Khanitiel. The phrasing 'this form' does not escape him. So, maybe dealing with an alien? Surely to goodness it's not some hellspawn wearing a meatsuit digging in the trash, right? "Yes, well," he glances down at the bag. "I wasn't all that hungry anyway," he lies. "And it's bought and paid for already, so you might as well?" Josiah holds the bag out in offering. The entire time, Whisper hasn't stopped twittering away - mostly about how 'it's cold and no one should be out like this and maybe we should at least take her to the nearest shelter, she could sleep in your closet, I like the closet sometimes, it's nice and quiet in there, or maybe under the bed, but you haven't swept in a little while, you really should clean more often...' And people think birds just /sing/. "Well, come on with you. It's not a good idea to eat it in the ally, might bring those rats out of hiding."
Khanitiel	Khanitiel moves closer to Josiah. She may not mean to loom, but there is considerable difference in their height. But her attention is largely on the bird. She has a most aware look.     "This bird can speak," she observes. "And it is correct. It is cold tonight. I will need to find dry newspaper." Her attention shifts to the dumpster. She lifts herself up on her toes to look at it. "It is wet."     A pause to look at the bird more closely. "A closet? Why would you wish to put me inside your residence? Has my glamour returned?" She turns to look at her back. "No, the wounds remain."
Josiah Ellis	Glamour? So is he dealing with one of the Fae? It's not that Josiah hasn't noticed her wounds, but it would take a lot more than that to outright send him running. The man stole the key to his own heart, ran from Clan Akkaba and joined The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen to fight the very thing Clan Akkaba was all about - Apocalypse. Two wars and many many many skirmishes later, he did his part in trying to save the world during The Invasion. His heart and the courage that ticks in the damned thing are made of much sterner stuff than that. "Well, because it's cold and the paper's wet?" he points out. Whisper continues to flitter about, hovering here and there and once even right in front of Khaniteil's nose. The twittering song also continues <She's so tall. Or maybe you're so short? I don't think she'd fit proper in the closet. Bugger, where are we going to put her? You could sleep in the closet, Joss!" "No one is sleeping in the closet, Whisper. We'll figure it out." Josiah lets out a sigh, not really born from anything but acceptance of the situation. "Come on then, it's not getting any warmer." His workshop garage is right there around the corner so it doesn't take them long to get there.
Khanitiel	The strange woman shows no signs of other magic. Besides her weirdness and that beauty that is almost repulsize at times. She looks at the offered food, then to Josiah, and then to the bird. Her head tilts. Not in curiosity exactly, but in something like it. She is being attentive.     "I accept this offer," she says then. "I will defend your home in return for shelter. But I do not know about this food. It is necessary. But you require it as well." She is confused by this strange behavior. "You are meant to care for other mortals, not for my kind."     Still, she will follow him inside. "I understand you have access to water in your homes here. I would appreciate a drink."