Ms.Barrial, I presume? (Kiyr)

[David B.]

A knock would come at the door of wherever Kiyr happened to be.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The blonde, arms wrapped around her knees, was quietly and gently turning pages of the book that Delilah had given her for Christmas, sitting on her bed in Mathew's house. She must have read through Les Misérables at least half a dozen times since she'd gotten it. It always seemed to settle her enough to get her to focus. And it wouldn't be long before she made her first departure. Her first venture into Barker Territory to tie up and connect the loose ends.

The knock caused her gaze to shoot up, chin lifting.

Scarlet was still tucked away where she had crawled into, but she gently set the green crow feather in the book to mark her spot and slid from her bed, out to the door. She was cautious when she opened it, one of her daggers in the hand that was hidden by the angle of her body, near her hip. The door opened a little. Just enough so she could see who it was.

It could have been a Dragon, after all.

"Hello..?"

[David B.]

Michael waited, readjusting his watch after lowering his arm from knocking. Not a few minutes later and Kiyr would answer. She would see a man, dressed quite nicely- the only difference being that he wore a mask, half skull, his eyes a bright green. They would twinkle a little as she opened the door, his hand coming out for a shake.

"Ms.Barrial, I presume?"

His voice was deep and synthetic, like it passed through a digitizer. He would seem outward inoffensive, and if she took his hand he would shake it lightly. Behind him, and quite a ways back, there were ten men with the same mask in full tactical gear, chatting among themselves. Michael, if she took his hand, give her his name.

"My name is Michael. May I come in?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Those blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the mask, and took quick stock of his overall appearance with a quick sweep. And then she looked behind him as he began to extend his hand. Ten. Ten in tactical gear and masks. Her blue gaze darted back to his, and the hand he offered, briefly.

"You presume correct."

The men were far enough back that they wouldn't be an immediate threat if she did take his hand and things went sour. Her foot was firmly placed in the door's shadow, so she had an escape route if necessary. She slowly lifted her hand from the door knob and reached out, gently taking his hand in a light but firm grip, gaze quietly suspicious.

And curious.

To his inquiry, she frowned, subtly.

"I must apologize, Michael, but this is not my house to give anyone, let alone a masked stranger, permission to enter into." She blinked. Obviously with the distortion from whatever digitizer was in the mask, on top of the mask itself, meant he wanted his identity a secret, for whatever reason he had.

[David B.]

Michael tilted his head.

"You are the only one in the house, and I don't think anyone else will be back tonight. I only wish to talk for a few, short moments if you would make an exception."

Kiyr would notice all the men had stopped, and were now staring at them.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The muscle in Kyrie's jaw ticked a little. Oh, but wouldn't that male body she'd been subjected to come in handy right now? She stared at him a moment, then turned her gaze to the ten, and stared a moment longer. Obviously, this didn't sit well with her.

"How long have you been scoping this house out to know I am the only one residing in this house at present?"

She stared up at Michael, not moving just yet. She was giving him a chance to be honest, because nothing was adding up. Something wasn't right.

[David B.]

He gave a small smile.

"I can't say anything standing out here. If you don't wish me to come in...Then I will have to go. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, I am unarmed, and do not mind if you would prefer to hold that knife your hiding behind the door to my neck."

He waited.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie stared at him for a long while. The urge to send him on his way to tail him was viable and strong. But she also remembered that he had ten others with him--not that she minded the challenge of tailing him until he separated from the group, but...

Lips pressing into a slow, firm line, she stepped back a pace and moved the door open, in clear - but silent - invitation. She didn't even say if she would hold the blade to his neck or not, nor did she offer any apology.

[David B.]

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