Lost History (Sherry/Tucker

Sherry shrugged at his thanks. She only did it because she was tired of beating around the bush. Tucker was old enough to understand some of the shit of that time and she did love her history. From another point of view things always looked different even if the same events were witnessed at the same time. She knew that one for a fact.

"It better be. You may have lived a long time, but it doesn't mean I can't find a way to kill you. I've toned down since my days as the Moonlight Assassin, but I'm still the same assassin. Not to worry though I have promised to keep my trade a secret from the underground parts of Manta Carlos."

Sherry started to take a step towards Tucker and disappeared only to reappear on the other side of the desk from him. He may have magic, but Sherry could find a way to deal with it. Everything had a weakness. Man the assassin part of her mind scared her these days. Might have to find someone who needs to be killed just get rid the impulses.

"Want to grab a drink? Wouldn't mind hearing history from another point of view. These days I'm a History Buff, party girl, then assassin. Well the party girl is something else entirely. Who knows, I might reveal more. And no that isn't a chance for you to bribe me with anything. Simply put everyone has stories to share, and I'm sure some of my assassinations were mysterious enough that people have no idea how I did it. Fun stories really."

"Alright I'll believe ya. Just...Can never be too careful on the Island ya know. Or in general. I really need to socialize with non-party people. Jeez."

Sherry had to admit she was overthinking this. Not everyone was out to kill her or get in her pants. Some people just liked to talk. And talking was something Tucker seemed to enjoy doing. She had to wonder what Tucker looked like as a kid, perhaps she had already met him at one point. Pretending to be a servant girl was one of her favorite things to do before killing someone during those times.

"Ahh. Those were some of the best times. See these days if I tried to assassinate someone in the same manner as I did back then I could be found. And trust me I tried. Got hired about 20 years ago to deal with someone who was involved in human trafficking. Killed him and the police almost traced everything back to me. So I stone their records, evidence, and the data and disappeared elsewhere into some nobody."

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be bragging about getting away with murder. Well, it was just talking about history still, comparing today to back then. Picking up her things from the desk, Sherry starts walking out the door with her work clothing slung over her shoulder and the brief case in her hand. She gave Tucker a simple "follow me" gesture. She didn't want to talk about that stuff on academy grounds anymore. Felt kind of dirty.

"Daughter huh? I'm sure the three of us could share some interesting times. Know anyplace that's open for a drink or you have some place else in mind? I don't feel like going to any of the night clubs and some of the bars on the strip this early. People might think I have a problem."

She did drink a lot, but it was social drinking for the most part. Well...Okay maybe Sherry did have a problem but she didn't have much else to do with her time and most alcohol didn't effect her as much. Maybe because of her clones, she didn't know. Hard to test that one out.

"Hmm...Don't ask me to give too many details about my methods. There is a reason I'm one of history's best assassins."

"So weird being called a Legend. While true, still weird."

Sherry didn't mind chatty people. Made for good talks if they were on the same topic especially if it was history. Then Sherry would enjoy herself far more then normal. Nothing beats a conversation with another Immortal. Expect for pizza. Everything went better with pizza.

"If you mean Gomorrah then there might be a few faces that know me. Let's just say....That I have plenty of non-human friends who get me in there from time to time. Met the owner too. Learned the hard way that trying to out drink him is a terrible idea."

Sherry only could recall that night because of her Shadow Clone. And man did that shit still make her uneasy to think about. She had drank what the world had to offer and drinking what He gave her was....Might as well have been high or plastered far before that.

"Better place then any really. Most won't bother me there anyway. Kinda of....Knife happy when I'm drinking. And man if you want try to learn my tricks all I can say is good luck. To be honest I have no idea how I even do half of the things I do. It's just muscle memory at this point, along with just my body remembering things as well."

"Oh really? Well then we're both on the same page about that damn place. Still serves the best drinks around so I don't complain. Much."

Sherry found it slightly comforting that both had the same opinion of Gomorrah. Means she wouldn't run into him there and that she could possibly avoid the place. With Tucker bringing up Sleepy Hallow she didn't ring a bell outside of the story.

"Haven't heard of it. Sounds more like something a casual drinker heads to just to sit around and relax. Talk with people instead of being alone at the bar. If that makes any sort of sense to you."

At this point Sherry stopped walking when she heard how Tucker had said Gabriel's name. There had to be some kind of bad blood between the two. This made things more dangerous for Tucker as he just became more interesting to her. She'd so have to see how he goes about his daily life now. Maybe something interesting could happen and she'd surprise him knowing what it is.


"Sounds good to me then. Long as they got something that isn't weak... Who am I kidding most drinks don't give me a kick anymore. That's what you get for living for so long I suppose. On the plus side no one can take advantage of me so easily. Hope that one guy is alright. Almost sliced his hand off when he tried to grope me."

With as nonchalant as Sherry spoke it was clear she gave no fucks about what she did to people. She had no reason to currently. Very few held her attention and even less could she find interest to care about. Thinking things over she had to know one thing though.

"So out of curiosity you have any keepsakes from then? Like something from one of my kills? Be nice to see an old relic like that. Hell might have a few more I could add to your collection if you keep them in pretty good condition. All I need anymore is just one of these."

With that the same ole kunai appears in Sherry's hand spinning on her finger once more.

"If you can vouch for it then by all means lead the way. Sides sounds like a good way to meet friends like that. Could use a few more with the fear that Coiste and Gabriel seem to give people."

With the way Sherry was talking it was sounding more like people she needed to protect her from things if needed. She still knew people were out there looking for her and needed that kind of fear to keep herself, and those on the island possibly safe. But those were more serious thoughts for another time and place. No need to bring it up just yet.

"If you could hold a dagger and use it properly I'd be amazed. Still would be nice to see some of my old daggers. I still only have two from that time and only one from a time prior. And you've been looking at one of them. This kunai is the only thing I still have from that time period. Well and my old assassin outfit."

A small crack at the start about whether he would even have been suspected. He looked frail but Sherry knew enough by now to know he had spells at his disposal. Still he was rather interesting, especially whatever it to have such a distaste for Gabriel.