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"Some out for a richer brand than others." The man said before pulling up a chair. "And you didn't catch my name because I didn't give it. You can call me Issacc if it makes you feel any better. I'm an arms dealer specializing in things of a slightly more unique set."
It was strange that this man had gotten in here. Not only by physical appearance (though extremely attractive) but because of his outfit. Mixtures of the suit were white and blue and clearly the whole ensemble was extremely expensive.
Smiling slightly he looked back at Rogue, nothing coming from his intentions but a chill. It was either that this one was truly blank to intent or the mind behind those frozen eyes was strong enough to shield itself. "I had assumed that the vampires would like to know what's going on with their enemies. That is all."

I don't trust him either, but keep a steady hand, I'm curious as to why anyone would offer up this information without a price tag. She spoke into Kensington's mind softly. Her eyes were on Issacc, not leaving his gaze. He was not a bad looking man, if a man at all. He was kissed by the darkness in some way, but if he was a lycan himself, she could not quite smell the foul stench that normally rolled off their skin.
His wardrobe suggested he could afford enough, and a story of an arms dealer would fit the profile of that outfit. She lifted an eyebrow to his last statement.

"And why would you be the proper informant of such information? I'm curious as to what would be in any of this for you...you don't seem quite like you'd give up information out of the kindness of your heart."

Rogue lifted her glass again taking another drink of the contents.

Rogue heard a man requesting to speak with a manager, sitting down a few seats at the bar. She leaned in towards the bartender, but looked down the bar at the man.
"What is it you wish to speak about?" She inquired. She wondered if this was someone wishing to pick a fight based on the rumors of this place...a strong place for vampiric activity. She hoped not.

The shift of the clubs dynamic was not lost on the man. He didn't even recognize how much of a nusiance this other man was. In fact he felt nothing at all, yet.
"I don't understand why someone can't give some information to other players on a seperate chessboard." he said with the same constant smile. "My rules are different from most, so there is no payment for information. No favors due of the sort."

Kensington looked at the new figure in this developing drama, 'quite the uncouth one, shouting his mouth off like that' He thought, knowing that Rogue would hear him. 'Anyone would think he had a death wish!'

His hand moved into his jacket, slowly, he reached for Nightfall and eased back the hammer, just in case.

Great she mind talks. He thought to himself he hoped, but that was never the case. He stood up and walk to the nearest staircase. When he was there he found that there were to other men that stood out to him. One was a man in simple clothing, and a scarred face. The other was the women's companion. He was dress like and english man from 1914.James didn't like how he had one hand in his coat.

Jame stook a seat across from they on the other side of the table."My questions would be have simple. First of all my name is James."

"You speak of complication, yet you move into no explanation of complication. Complicated, indeed."

She lifted her eyes again to Issacc's. She longed for a deeper answer from him, yet the cold would most likely not let him. Her limited psychic abilities could not determine much more than that which he was....cold.

"James. Tell me your questions. Perhaps I will be inclined to answer." She finished her glass yet again and moved her head downward absorbing the contents of that which she drank.

"Is an agenda something worth hiding?" She spoke these words towards Issacc, wishing she could reach within him to pin down some form of concrete answer. In that moment, she reconnected her gaze to his eyes. "What are you getting at, agenda or no? You know I am not unwanting in knowing the answers, as I am true to the questions I ask." She lit a cigarette and took a long drag, looking to far off places, not caught on anyone person's gaze. "Our lives are at stake now, just for merely living, regardless if we have moral qualms about taking human life or not. What do you want from me"

"Im here to ask about the battle at the docks just before the Pope's men came here. I need to know what you saw before the battle, and after it. I know it maybe hard, but I need to know where points that you can shot video and not be seen, heard, or even having your mind read."

James pay no mind to what any one else was saying. He was to focused on what he promised himself ten days after the world changed. He had people here that made him see things differently, and he didn't want them to die. The streets were filled with meaningless deaths by any person who can pick up a gun.

As he thought this he heard one of the people he was going to help. He thought it was a voice in his head, because he thought she was taken or worse. He turned his head, but ran toward Edith. He hugged her greatly, but quickly let go. That for his new found ability, and due to business at hand. He whipered is her ear "I missed you, and how is Tokeru?"