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"I couldn't think of you as a child with the way you act. The flesh of one does not reveal their mindset. Or their experience." He said with a matter of fact voice. He leaned back against the wall, however relaxed the manner looked, it was obvious if one observed closely that he had his blade ready, body tense, the muscle tendons flexed slightly.
"Besides. I think some could handle their own, never know though." He shrugged his stiff shoulders, pushing the fabric on his wound, causing more blood to flow out, chuckling softly at it as his attention fell back on Mercy.

Genesis raised an eyebrow at the fact she was still smelling the scent, he'd thought she would clearly just ignore it afterwards.
"I would never try to get a rise out of you. Yet anyways, or at all maybe. We'll never know." He chuckled softly, still pushing often on the wound to cause more blood leakage, which soaked into the fabric very clearly.
"And I'm sure her blood is, I've only got that of a Chaos Elf after all." He licked the bandage once, pondering about it all at once.
"This library is quite cool... I enjoy the cold more I suppose." His eyes flicked about, checking for any entrances, and all details about the room.

Genesis picked a word for her when she simply skipped to move onto the next part of the sentence, saying it before she moved on, before letting her continue of course.
"Exotic?" He shrugged his shoulders, absentmindedly still playing with the wound by pushing on it with his thumb, the makeshift bandage now soaked through with his blood.
"And I think I prefer my life span as it is, although if she did kill me, my clan would likely sink without my orders." His lip twitched in irritation at the thought, pushing very firmly on his wound.

"That's why I came here, to learn how to better hold up even without me." Genesis replied, and then still absentmindedly he pushed on the wound using the extra droplets to draw a little design on his arm using his own silver blood, it's faint sweet scent still lingering in the air.

*Mercy tilted her head back and laughed at Dreiyan walking in and his reaction before sending a smile to Genesis.* "Told you. Your in a house where the main source of food is blood. . . and yours smells good. But if you notice around here. . . . . . . It's not the so much structure and rules that keep us together. . . It's more of a bond. We make sure to have one with one another along with our Clan Mistress. Lady death is my Lover and always will be. . . but she is also the leader of the clan I adore so much. Unlike alot of the people this isn't a haven for me. . . but. . . This is a home." *She shrugged and ran her hands through her extremely long hair.*

Genesis flicked his eyes to the male who had such a reaction to the scent of his blood, however he absentmindedly continued to push on the wound. His eyes returning to Mercy, he shrugged.
"The safest place is usually a home for someone, not a heavy bunker, or a haven. It's what they make it be, that is how they consider how safe it is. And I'm fairly sure the majority of the people here agree with your adoring of Lady Death...." He nodded slowly, but didn't speak for himself it appeared.

"I suppose it's alright to admit being wrong once in awhile. After all. It's better then always being right." He shrugged as he thought it over, looking at Mercy quietly for a moment as he thought deeper on the subject.
"And don't think I didn't notice your sentence cut off... You've got something else to say, which means I'd like to hear it." He said with a stubborn determination.

*Mercy sighed but still didn't want a ssecret weapon of the MVC to be reveiled to someone from a different clan. So she just looked at him for a while judging the out comes. None of the books on her had any information of her weaknesses so it really wouldn't make a difference. She stood and walked over to a book shelf near the back before returning and placing a book open infront of Genesis. The page showed a picture of a little girl surrounded by bodies. She wore no clothes but her long black hair covered most of her. Her fangs were much longer then any vampire and her eyes glowed a deep red. Mercy sighed and bit her bottom lip glancing down to the text that read The Murder Princess.* "I'm sure you've heard of the Den'nali clan?. . . . " *She threw the book on the floor in self disgust and decided it best to speak into Genesis's mind only. Without asking for permission she said.* "Well they are one of the remaining true pure blood clans. There are only two others present. . . . . I hail to it. I am the princess of the Den'nali clan. Which means I am royalty but. . . . . I also pocess the power of all my fallen vampire Brethen. . . . I . . . I am not your average little vampire. I atone for all of my sins. . . but the thing is there are very few limitations I can not meet. There is not alot on me. . . but there is a big bounty on my head. I have destroyed countless countries and waged many pointless wars all on my fathers orders. . . . . . . . I am not here as a refuge, this is not my Haven. I am here as a protector. This has becoming more fo an Eden. Though not many know the legends. . . They all the rumors. I would like this to not leave here though. . . . I'll have that delicious tongue of yours if you even breath a word of it. And that is a promise. . . . . do I make myself clear?"