The others were great, but third time's the charm! (Character Chat)

Glove listened, ignoring the butterfly. Long sword? Weapons? Are they planning on fight? A smile twitched at her lips. Hope I'm not enemy, though I'd be flattered.

Glove tilted her head back and lit another cigarette, breathing it in. Hate? No. He hate. She released the smoke. I simply stand my ground.

Glove smirked and decided to reveal herself, sliding around the corner and standing behind Eve and Runner. "Appreciate ze complement. Healing is good, too."

Glove offered a slow and sarcastic clap. "Well done. You good spy. But I better." She tilted her head at Runner. "Will your dog snarl again?"

((If you couldn't tell by the odd grammar, her first language isn't English and she still needs practice. I'm trying to make her sound a little more foreign))

She shrugged and twiddled with her cigarette. "Suppose." She waved around a hand. "People boring. You interesting. I'll go."

She shrugged again. "Don't usually fight, but I can buy weapon."

She put her cigarette back to her lips, breathing in, then released the smoke as she spoke. "Meet. I get weapon. Where's the house?"

"Hmm. I'll meet at forest." She waved a hand and spun on her heel, disappearing into the crowd again. She headed down the street, then turned down a dark alley and walked over to a decrepit door with a worn sign with the word open painted on. She strolled on in as if she owned the place.
"Corey. I need weapon."
The old man at the counter looked up, his eyes a blind milky white but not surprised. "Ah, Glove. Nice to see you again." He ducked under the counter and rummaged around. "I have the perfect thing just for you and your skill sets."
Glove leaned against the old counter, patient.
Corey pulled out an A polished ebony headed javelin. The diamond-shaped, permanently sharp head was securely bound to the shaft with an elaborate metal sleeve. The short shaft is made of cherry (moderately hard, easy to carve pale wood) and is delicately decorated with carvings similar to the runes she was reading earlier. "Feller found this beaut in the forest. Thought I should hold onto it for ya." His fingers ran over the carvings gently, mesmerized with the feel of the runes.
Glove nodded. "Name your price."
The old man didn't hesitate. "Four horns from the wildebeasts in the forest."
She frowned. "That two wildebeasts to take down."
Corey handed her the javelin. "With this, it should be no problem. If you find it to your liking bring me the horns and it will be yours. You're my favorite regular, so I trust you'll stay true to your word."
"Hmm." Glove took the javelin, spinning it to test its weight and balance. "Deal. Thank you." She left and wondered in the streets until she felt like it was time to meet with the others.

((Okay, me too. Pick back up tomorrow?))

((Let's just say Runner wondered off and has no idea the girl he hates is joining them. Makes things interesting))

Glove, in a tattered coat with its sleeves ripped off and ripped skinny jeans, leaned against a light post not far from where Runner stood, also waiting for the rest of the group. She was smoking yet another cigarette and had earbuds in her ears, listening to her favorite Russian songs.

Athena strolled up to Runner with a cup of coffee and wondered if he saw Glove. She hoped not. "Where'd you sleep?"

She sighed. "What, are you just masochistic? You could have stayed with me again."

Glove popped out an ear bud to better hear them. Her new javelin was strapped to her belt and the ebony spearhead glinted in the sunlight

"You're making yourself sleep outside. There's two beds in my room. I can't very well use both. And if it really matters to you, you can get me waffles as a payment, but I won't let you sleep outside when I have a perfectly good extra bed!"