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[detectivetroll]

[A lot of really strange things have been happening to Nick lately, but he can safely say that somehow getting kidnapped on the walk from his aunt's trailer to his car, without actually seeing anyone or even being aware that he'd been knocked unconscious, was pretty much the last thing he was expecting.

So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.

He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.

See? Never expect things.

His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]

[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]

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[fallintheriver]

Probably.

[Ezra grins, but he's quiet for a moment. Because as much as this guy has proven to actually be okay, he still gives off those uncomfortable vibes.

So Ezra does the tactful thing: he blurts out his question with no regard to what it sounds like.]

Why do you smell like that?

[detectivetroll]

[No one needs tact, anyway. Nick's used to it; his best friend is pretty lacking in the tact department. The question does provoke a slightly surprised grin out of him, though, before it fades.]

Because I'm a Grimm. ...which is what I'm assuming you're talking about, since I actually have showered in the last twelve hours.

[Though granted, he's done a hell of a lot of running around since then. And now he's hoping either this guy hasn't heard of Grimms, or he made a good enough impression not to have him run in terror or try to attack.]

[fallintheriver]

[That's what he's talking about alright. Ezra's met some stinky people in his time, but Nick isn't one of them.

And luckily enough, he hasn't heard of Grimms. Because if he had, Ezra probably would have bolted in the direction of his room to regroup.]

What's a Grimm?

[detectivetroll]

[And bolting is pretty much the exact opposite of what Nick wants to happen, so he's going to try and explain things carefully. It's something of a new opportunity, actually, normally he has to counter what everyone thinks about him.]

A Grimm is someone who can tell if someone's not human, even if they're hiding, or look completely human at the time. In my case it means I stop the ones that want to hurt people, protect the ones that don't, and try to help the ones that don't want to hurt people keep their abilities in control.

[fallintheriver]

[Ezra's eyes are squinted, and you can tell he's running this information through his brain at a rapid pace. The power to sense non-humans, along with that dangerous aura... that says one thing to him.]

So you hunt non-humans.

[And probably, at some point in his species' history, killed the ones he came across. But it seemed that had either changed, or that this guy was an exception. After all, he mentioned helping those who wanted to change, right?]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick watches him, waiting for his reaction, and then smiles slightly when Ezra pretty much hits it on the head. And also doesn't run away with that conclusion, which is always good news.]

My ancestors did. And other Grimms still do. But I pretty much just solve murders, whether the killer is human or not. Half of my friends aren't human these days, so I'm really not looking to hunt anyone.

[fallintheriver]

What do you guys get out of hunting us? There's gotta be something.

[And no, "the satisfaction of a job well done" doesn't count as something.

But he shrugs.]

Whatever. I haven't killed anyone, so I have nothing to worry about, right?

[detectivetroll]

Honestly? I have no idea. I think a lot of them probably convince themselves that they're doing it to protect the world, that all nonhumans are evil.

[But that mindset isn't something he ever really wants to understand.]

No, you don't have anything to worry about. I'm not going to try to hurt you.