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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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[morningfeather]

[Te Ata smiles sympathetically.]

Wish I could help. I'd love to go home, but no one's found a way back yet.

[detectivetroll]

[There's a slightly disappointed sigh, and he shakes his head and gives her a rueful smile.]

Yeah. That's what I've heard. I'm starting to wonder if this isn't some kind of weird prejudicial thing. I haven't met anyone who's completely human.

[Or maybe an even weirder version of the Lowen games, or hell, some kind of weird zoo. No propsects that he likes, really.]

[morningfeather]

[Danger Will Robinson, danger danger!

Te Ata tenses up a bit, but tries hard to keep anything from showing on her face. How much does he know?]

What does that mean?

[detectivetroll]

[Right, that's not a good reaction. She must not know, that he can see her. His kneejerk reaction is to assure her that he's not going to hurt her, but he thinks better of it. If she doesn't know what he is, and doesn't assume he's going to hurt her, better to not put that idea in her head.]

I didn't mean anything offensive by that. I can - well, I can tell, when someone's not human.

[morningfeather]

[Te Ata only relaxes marginally, eyeing Nick as if just looking at him will help her figure out how he could tell.]

How do you know?

[detectivetroll]

[He's pretty used to getting eyed at like that, actually, so he just gives her a slight smile.]

I can see it. It's just a flash, usually, if you're not, uh, actually shifting. But I get a quick glimpse of owl.

[morningfeather]

I see. I've never met anyone who could know that just by looking at me.

[She fidgets a bit, but smiles back.]

So what are you, exactly?

[detectivetroll]

Yeah, I get that a lot. Not many have.

[Though most at least know what he is, which makes him a little awkward at her next question.]

I guess you haven't heard of Grimms before?