Used to be the one of the rotten ones

[cheerhealer]

who: kurt and claire
when: sunday afternoon
where: some restaurant
what: Claire's meeting Kurt for lunch and might possibly also have some questions for him.
warnings: none?

[ After having texted him the name of the little bistro and the cross-streets it was on, Claire made her way out to it. Wearing a simple outfit consisting of jeans, a black jacket, and boots, Claire blended in with the crowd on her way there. Not that she expected anybody to really recognize her as that girl who got arrested from the newsfeed, of course.

She waited outside for Kurt to show up before heading in to reserve a table. ]

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[cheerhealer]

I've got time.

[showbizpanache]

[A heavy sigh.] Well, I'm not about to recount everything. Suffice it to say that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I got rather...liberal with my powers.

[cheerhealer]

But you heal others. [ Definitely confused. ]

[showbizpanache]

Ah--well, yes, but that's not all they can do.

[cheerhealer]

[ She raises an eyebrow. ] What else can they do?

[showbizpanache]

Rip off people's skin.

[cheerhealer]

Seriously?

[showbizpanache]

Would I lie to you?

[cheerhealer]

No, I guess not. [ Not about that, anyway. ]

That must have been a shock to figure out.

[showbizpanache]

You have no idea.

[Their server brings them salad, and he picks at it.]

Anyway, that's that. I've done my sentence but committed no crime. Care to share your gory details?

[cheerhealer]

Gory details. [ She snorts, moving the lettuce around her plate. ]

The only thing gory about it was finding blood already in the cot I was staying in.