[ Dick’s pokerface is okay at best, so when Alex mentions that part of the puzzle, his head tips up just the slightest bit before a slow nod lets the information sink in. ]
And you’re...fine with that? [ A beat and he leans forward, letting an elbow rest on his knee as he meets Alex’s gaze. He's gotta make a move here, and he doesn't know if he can trust Alex. ] Look, Alex. What’s clear is that we both know there’s a lot going on here that most people don’t see. Why would they be after you?
[Something of an understatement there, Price. Speaking of, he leans in with his elbows on the table, keeping his voice low enough for only his companion to hear. Careful thought and hesitation paint themselves in his expression for a few moments before he speaks.]
My real name is Alexander Price. [Such a giant leap from the assumed "Alex Preston." Sometimes simple changes and the simple act of going unnoticed make for the best cover.] I'm a cryptozoologist- it's something my family has been doing for generations- protecting animals and occasionally who mainstream science hasn't quite caught up to discovering, let alone understanding. We don't always go about it in ways that make us a lot of friends, for lack of a better way to put it.
[ Alexander Price. Dick’s brows tug up and of all things, he had assumed at least the name was real. A false name means much more is being hidden and the more Alex speaks, the more things start making sense. ]
I get it. It’s not easy doing something outside the norm. That’s why you mentioned Gar’s green skin, huh. [ he’s going to have to talk to gar about being more careful with keeping that hidden away. ] And why you think people would pursue you. Who are the people that usually come after you?
[And Alex is going to have to talk to Dick about the wonders of peoples need to keep their lives as normal as possible and the levels of denial they'll put to it. And then he's going to give Gar a Star Trek costume from his cousin Artie's old collection and let the kid have some goddamn fun for once.]
Usually, the Covenant of St. George. Your usual band of assholes with a cause and some thin veneer of religion slapped over it- but this wasn't them. They'd kill a cryptid before employing one. [And then they'd dissect it and... well. The less said the better about how far the Covenant goes to eradicate any form of "unnatural" life.]
So, quite frankly, I don't have the slightest clue who those people were. For all I know they were after one of our rare animals and this has nothing to do with either of us, and I'm breaking what my sister calls my family's Prime Directive for nothing.
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And you’re...fine with that? [ A beat and he leans forward, letting an elbow rest on his knee as he meets Alex’s gaze. He's gotta make a move here, and he doesn't know if he can trust Alex. ] Look, Alex. What’s clear is that we both know there’s a lot going on here that most people don’t see. Why would they be after you?
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[Something of an understatement there, Price. Speaking of, he leans in with his elbows on the table, keeping his voice low enough for only his companion to hear. Careful thought and hesitation paint themselves in his expression for a few moments before he speaks.]
My real name is Alexander Price. [Such a giant leap from the assumed "Alex Preston." Sometimes simple changes and the simple act of going unnoticed make for the best cover.] I'm a cryptozoologist- it's something my family has been doing for generations- protecting animals and occasionally who mainstream science hasn't quite caught up to discovering, let alone understanding. We don't always go about it in ways that make us a lot of friends, for lack of a better way to put it.
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I get it. It’s not easy doing something outside the norm. That’s why you mentioned Gar’s green skin, huh. [ he’s going to have to talk to gar about being more careful with keeping that hidden away. ] And why you think people would pursue you. Who are the people that usually come after you?
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Usually, the Covenant of St. George. Your usual band of assholes with a cause and some thin veneer of religion slapped over it- but this wasn't them. They'd kill a cryptid before employing one. [And then they'd dissect it and... well. The less said the better about how far the Covenant goes to eradicate any form of "unnatural" life.]
So, quite frankly, I don't have the slightest clue who those people were. For all I know they were after one of our rare animals and this has nothing to do with either of us, and I'm breaking what my sister calls my family's Prime Directive for nothing.