::Erin frowns as she senses a n00b arriving and sees the orb cloud approaching. Once it's closer to her and the ground, it opens, depositing Dominique in a no doubt unceremonious heap. The guide gets up from her stool, tucking her pipe underneath it, and walks over to Dominique, helping him to his feet.::

"Hi. Welcome. My, isn't your name feminine?"

:: On his face spreads a rather devious little smirk as the young woman helps him to his feet. He didn't know why he was smirking or what he was doing here but deep inside, almost in the back, of his mind, he belives it's an explaination for this. It has to be. He stands upright, dusting himself off for no particular reason, at all.::

"Well, the french were never really original, you know?"

::He replies, replastering his face with a look of dumbfoundness. Don't know if that's a word but if it is, Dominque has it on his face at the moment. Taking a few steps back, flicking his hair out of his face, the brown haired male gives the woman a small, cute smile before averting his attention elsewhere..::

"Took your bloody time!"

::Erin pipes up, having given up talking to Dom and gone to knit herself a new sofa throw. It's now done, and is purple. Yey!

She gets back to her feet and toddles over to him, looking up at his face.::

"So, you're a witch. I think..."

::She uses her hand to read his powers.::

"Aye! A witch. With the power of tandem strike, I've never seen that power before."

"ooooo..Details?"

::He returns his attention to her, his soft green eyes dancing around the frame of the young woman. He didn't really know what being a witch was since, you know, he didn't think his mother mean't anything by it. She was a drunken whore and his stepfather, well, he was...a bad man.::

"Basically, Tandem Strike is a psychic echo of sorts. Look, let me show you."

::Erin latches onto Dominique's power and punches him in the stomach. He feels her innitial punch, but then after a second, feels it repeat, then once more. Feeling like he'd been punched three times in the same place in a very short period of time.::

"Fun, eh?"

::Erin dusts off the hands, smiling.::

"One punch, that repeats itself twice. Three for the price of one! Yey! Bargins!"

"Ouch, damnit!"

::Dominique doubles over for a quick second before peering up at her with an obvious smirk on his face. Sure, it hurt..aliittle but..he didn't want to seem like some kind of bitch, you know? He straightens himself out, his soft hands resting on the place where he was punched seconds before.::

"So..can I use that with other 'things'?"

::He gives her a cheeky grin.::

"Are you being filthy, young man?"

"Er...no.."

::He replies, bowing his head.::

"You better not be, young man, or I'll murder you. Yes, murder!"

::Erin looks manic for a second, before becoming her usual placid self.::

"So. Are you ready to get out of here?"

"Hellz yea!"

::Dominique grins and giggles childishly for a few moments before taking a few steps back and looking around. It would be absolutely wonderful, if someone explained to him why he was here and who the hell this bish was. But anyways, it would be best if he just left this questions unanswered and got the hell up out of this place. He stares at the woman, aimlessly allowing his eyes to wander over her lithe figure.::

"Erm...?"

::Erin stares right back.::

"You wish?"

"Not really."

::He blinks once more.::