Who: Linc and Nic
What: A meeting/Confrontation
Where: The cafeteria
Now that his hip had healed some, Nicanor was making himself reacquainted with the campus. It had been months, but much of it looked the same, though he heard now that there was a new director in charge of the building. Even though it all looked the same, it didn't feel the same. There was a shift in the air, in the vibrance of the place. The students seemed to have lost some enthusiasm. He had also heard about the sickness, about the disease that had infected the school. Maybe that had destroyed a bit of the liveliness of this school. It was a shame, too, because Nicanor had liked the energy exuded.
But there was something else, too, that unsettled him. Not so much a something, but a someone. A man that he saw, that looked familiar to him. It was not a happy assosciation, either. Nicanor wasn't sure, but he thought that maybe this person was a person he had seen before while he had been on the run. The kind of person that hurt those Nicanor wanted to help. But he couldn't be sure, not until he could really get a look at him, get his scent. And the opportunity came in the cafeteria one day, when Nic saw the man coming his way, looking for a place to seat himself. He drew in a deep breath as the man passed, closing his eyes to try and remember. It had been dark, wet... a street in the rain. Running. Many of Nicanor's memories were like this, so it was not unusual, but then the man's eyes flashed in his mind, and Nic remembered. He wasn't a protester, like Nic and his friends, and he wasn't on a mission to bring about equality. He wasn't police force, or even special police force to try and supress the supernaturals. The man was a hunter.
Getting himself lunch, Nic scanned the room quickly to find the man, then limped his way over and sat beside him. He did not look over at the man, but instead grabbed a french fry and bit off the end. "I know what you are," he said quietly, his eyes remaining forward. "And I know why you are here."