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WHO: Coat of Arms (blazons) & Nigel Colbie (his_instrument).
WHERE: A coffee place near Central Park.
WHEN: After Coat's post.
WARNINGS: Young creepers.
SUMMARY: Intense, obsessed teenagers discussing their passions.
FORMAT: Whatever we want, k.

8:55 PM.

There is a young woman in a thick, dark coat sitting outside of a brightly lit coffee shop just eat of Central Park. She has a serious, but pretty face, and despite the only mildly cool evening, she wears heavy leather gloves. Still, she cradles her coffee cup carefully in her hands, blowing away the steam and pushing ripples across the surface before sipping. Chai, Ghirardelli chocolate, coffee, and milk. It's perfect. She exhales gently.

The weather is nice. Her coffee is warm. It's a good evening to meet and talk.

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Giving oneself over to fate is not an easy task; Nigel knows this. Destiny, after all, is not forgiving -- it does not bend to the concepts of wrong or right and is not swayed by the pull of any moral compass the way that most people are. To be able to allow oneself to step outside of these things in order to follow one's fate wherever it may lead is not something most people are capable of. Nigel wonders idly what makes this girl -- this Coat of Arms -- so special.

In the end, it doesn't make much difference. Their respective paths have brought them both here, to this very moment. And that -- in and of itself -- is all that matters.

"Yes," Nigel says quietly, nodding. "It has." He raises an expectant eyebrow. "And I do believe when we last spoke you expressed interest in knowing what exactly that mission is, am I correct? Because, despite whatever my companion might think, 'Coat of Arms' -- I must admit that I am rather inclined to tell you. Do you know why?"

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Her hands are busy, gloved finger tips arranged her coffee cup in front of her again, wiping away the lipstick smear with the napkin from her lap. But her eyes, those piercing blue eyes, are watching Nigel carefully-- curious. But careful. Destiny makes people like them powerful, and one must always do things with great care, great thought.

She purses her lips briefly, mildly surprised by the question. Does she know why?

"No," she responds at length. "Tell me why."