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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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Xander Cage 101

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“Liv ….” The smile that edges it’s way across her face is fleeting, but it’s still there, lingering for a moment before she takes a breath and it fades. Perceptive. Right. She couldn’t doubt him, honestly, that’s how some people were. But it didn’t stop her from wanting to ask whether it was a natural talent or one he’d trained himself to have. Still, she resists, settling back into her chair with a sigh. “ – I came here because I knew it’d be … y’know, relatively safe. Quiet, anyway. Most people don’t die in diners, y’know?” And it was clean. Well lit. Wasn’t lively with any kind of demonic activity, so she was in the clear, as it were. She hadn’t really been considering fun. “I just wanted to get out for awhile, that’s all. Fun’s kind of – it’s secondary.” She could have plenty of fun at home. Where there were wards. “Why, you have a better idea?”

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If he were anyone but himself he’d ask if Liv was short for something, but Xander Cage was about the most made up name there could be, according to about twenty people when he first started getting big on the internet. No one really knew if he’d ever had a different name. And then he’s laughing. Safe. In a diner. “You know, first time I got abducted I woke up in a diner and some Frankenstein-lookin’ dude tried to get me to save the world.” He didn’t say that the only safe place was in your own skin, that wouldn’t make her feel any better, and she was already pretty fragile, or looked it. Taking another sip of his juice, he got a wicked grin. “I might have a little something up his sleeve,” he said in his clearly sleeveless denim shirt.