for a lack of better things

Why did she agree to do this. She didn't like the Christmas time of year outside of the parties and taking drunk people home for a fun time. Still it wouldn't hurt to be a little more festive every other year or so. And she is sure someone wrote her name and put it into the secret santa list anyway.

"Tybalt huh? Didn't know I was walking into Romero and Juliet. Hope it's not that modern remake cause I might stab myself."

She had taken her time going through some of her old belongings to see if there was anything interesting among them that would fit into some old script from centuries ago. She had many historical documents she had stolen or had copies of so a simple script shouldn't be too out of the question.

Dawning her mantle Sherry had walked outside and started her parkour routine, a shopping bag containing a carefully wrapped present, as she took off towards the agreed upon meeting spot. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. Sides what his preferences were lined up somewhat with what she enjoyed in her time off anyway. Might be fun.

Sherry reached the roof of the cafe after a few quick teleporting movements. She didn't want to accidentally drop the present she had spent so long looking for. Might as well get rid of some old stuff and make someone's day feel better she figured. If not, well, she had a bottle of whiskey to down when she got home.

Teleporting down from the roof, startling a few people walking out of the cafe, Sherry walked inside and looked about. She had a general idea of who Tybalt was, considering one of her hobbies was stalking people. Seeing someone looking out the window with his own wrapped up gift she slowly walked over and took a seat across from him.

"Spot your dear rival Romeo my dear Tybalt? Or did someone else capture your watchful eye?"

Sherry's tone had playfulness in it. With a name like that he had to heard all sorts of Romeo and Juliet jokes throughout his life. And if it bothered him, well, that would suck for him. Her attire was entirely black save for the white mantel she wore over her shoulders. Nothing too special either, just a black t-shirt and jeans with matching socks and shoes. The shopping back with the gift inside, the wrapping paper matching her attire, was on her lap while her hands crossed behind her head. Now to see where this little fun moment would lead to.

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"That's me. Charmed to meet you."

Sherry shook Tybalt's hand while she set the gift she brought on the table and slid it across to Tybalt while picking up her own. She looked at it trying to figure out what it was just from the look. Well it didn't matter if she could or couldn't it was a gift regardless. Even someone as anti-social as her enjoyed getting a gift every once in a while even if it was from some silly thing.

"Hope you enjoy that. Had to dig through a lot of old things in hopes of finding that still intact. Quite the piece of history too so I hope you enjoy it. And the irony of it. And Merry Christmas to you as well."

Sherry had spent hours searching through her belongings for an original script she had stolen of Romeo and Juliet when she lived through that time period. She didn't know what it was at the time, just that a lot of commotion had occurred when she had stolen it. Centuries later when she realized what she had, well, it was good to know that she had stolen two different copies of the same work without realizing it.

"Hmm... The suspense is killing me, though I wonder if I should take this home and set it under the tree so I have something to open besides another bottle of alcohol and some Hungry Man's."

Sherry had to think, but decided to open it up mostly to be polite. She picked off the top of the wrapping paper and tore it down to see what she could add to her shelves this year.

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Unwrapping the gift she immediately smirked. She had seen plenty of these boxes through the her years and loved it. Opening the box she picked up the bottle and gave it a look. Not bad. Good year, trusted brand. She could enjoy this when a time called for wine.

"I see what you mean. Not a bad choice my friend, though I think I'll save this for later. Not exactly a good time for a drink."

Setting the bottle back into the box and closing it she continued to watch as Tybalt opened his gift. She wasn't surprised at the look he had. Seeing something that old, well, it would be quite the find and gift. She gave a small smile at the scene.

"How old is Shakespeare? I honestly couldn't give you an exact date, but let's just say it is from the same time period. Only a few copies of it existed at the time. What you have is an original piece that I thought would get me my next meal. Turns out it made me a wanted woman. Who knew?"

Sherry held onto the box in her lap and looked at it then back to Tybalt. It was nice to give out gifts like this she supposed. Cleared up space of things she shouldn't have to begin with.

"So with that said, what's your interest in things like that? I'm a history buff and have seen my fair share of stuff. Might have more things that might interest you too."

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Sherry raised her eye. 1564? Man she felt old. She knew she has been alive for a long time, but when a number pops up it makes he feel even older then she is. She stared at the script she had given him more as she thought about how long she herself has lived and signed.

"Old huh? Know the feeling. Truth be told I couldn't give you a number if I tried. Hard to remember everything, though like you I like old stuff to help give me rough estimates."

She didn't like talking about her age, but would mention it if it fit in with the conversation. Was never a fun subject for any woman to talk about anyway, especially since she looked simply like a woman in her early thirties.

"Before you ask, I'm nothing special. Just an unlucky Human whose lived a long time and witnessed many events in her time. Though some things were fun to witness from the sidelines. If you're interested some time I have a bunch of other old shit you could look through. Documents, art, artifacts from a different era. Got no use for it besides old memories."

Sherry sat back in her a chair with her hand raised as an identical person looking like her came back with a cup of coffee, disappearing in a puff of smoke as soon as the cup was in her hands. She needed something to drink after all.

"So got any favorite events that you witnessed?"

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She shrugged. Sherry herself didn't know and never bothered to find out. She used to be able to do much more then she could now with her ninjitsu, but that faded away with time. She no longer had to be as combative or in the line of fire that her speed and agility couldn't take care of.

"Maybe, maybe not. Dunno why I've lived so long and really I don't care. I think after you live for your first thousand years you don't care."

She scratched her head a bit. It was a mystery that she didn't care about. Her own history which is ironic considering how much of other's history and the world's history she loved more. She caught the movement of his eyes subtly and snickered a bit.

"Ninjitsu. Well, one of the only ninjitsu I can still preform anyway. As for a point in history....Well I would have to say the Romans were some of the best years I spent and saw. Damn good alcohol during that time. Many good things during that time, though watching its downfall was...Amusing. Was like watching the world burn and seeing society crumble. After that would be the Feudal Japan era and the rise and fall of the shogun. Where I learned most of my ninjitsu. My clone trick is from eras prior, but I just keep it as ninjitsu because its simple and easy to explain."

Sherry wasn't one to claim knowledge in magic and such, but there was something she felt from Tybaltt. Felt similar to the air around a certain proprietor she was familiar with, but on the opposite spectrum. Meh nothing too big, had no reason to think otherwise. She took a big sip from her coffee before speaking once more, letting the air sit in silence for a moment.

"A few short months and I meet two interesting immortals. So, whats your story then? If you want to talk about it anyway. I'd tell more of mine, but my memory is pretty random. Some days I can remember an entire year from BC time where others I couldn't even tell you what I did ten minutes ago. Don't think the alcohol over the years have helped."

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