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Rose very tensely watched Victor drink her juice, her nostalgia shattering like very thin, very delicate stained glass. As he put it back, she noted that his scent had tainted the smell of the juice. She would ignore it. In a very soft voice, Rose answered with, "Whatever do you mean, fox-bait?" It surprised her that she was able to maintain herself and not morph in front of the whole room.

Apparently, he actually didn't have any interest, because the instant something with breasts walked into the room, he was immediately out to reassert the machismo that she imagined was dinged most times he showered. Anolani's presence was comforting as Rose watched the Shadow mage fail to recognize the subtle, second scent so characteristic of a Resurrected. The fox almost unconsciously scooted a little closer to the demoness with a light smile. "Good morning, Miss Anolani." She was silent for a split second longer than she intended, then continued with, "How was your... relocation?"

"Oh, it's fine; I don't mind at all." Rose's smile - indeed, her entire posture - relaxed around the woman. It was... comforting, for there to be someone who was at least not directly trying to affront her. "I'll try to remember that... Anolani. And I was not - quite - pleased with the... method of relocation." Despite her efforts, it was still a struggle to ignore the feeling of her hackles rising whenever she called to mind the day she had been taken from her family. For most, it would have been a traumatizing experience. For a werebeast, especially a canid one, to whom pack and family took precedence over even one's own life, it had scarred her so deeply that an actual cure was not within the abilities of well-trained psions.

"But I suppose it was both necessary and efficient," she conceded, steadily depleting the mound of food during pauses in conversation.

Anolani's face brightened. "Oh good. I'd have hated to stop calling you cutie." She reached to slightly twirl the younger girl's hair. "There are people who just don't like nicknames or such, but see, you're just too adorable...it'd be hard for me to stop." She seemed fascinated by the girl's hair. It's so pretty. I wish I had her hair. She stopped momentarily to take a few bites of her breakfast.

"I doubt anyone was happy with their relocation. They probably did it to test our reactions," she murmured. "And to be bastards." The coffee cup she held began to bubble. Calm down. It's not ever going to happen again. She blew across the mug and the bubbling drink instantly cooled down.

A change in topic would be good. "Let's talk about something else. You're such a quiet girl," she lightly smiled. She only meant to tease. "Where are you from?"

Anolani paused in her sip of coffee (damn that was good coffee!). "I'm not at all sure where I'm from," she said lightly. "I think I'm South American. I know the language in any case."

Her past wasn't something that she didn't like to think about - not because anything terrible happened, but because she had no idea what was in it. "I'm a demon-minor, so the earliest memory I have is getting my first assignment from Cabal." Her heart tightened slightly. "I'm still on the look out for any information about my past, but it's not a big deal to me." No, I just want to find that damn man! Maybe then I'll get peace.

Anolani leaned into Rose's side. "I hope I find them too." She perked up at the offer to help each other. She tilted her head to the side and felt her curiosity spark. "I don't mind offering the help if you need it." I should still have some contacts who could help me out with her issue. It was surprising how much Anolani was getting used to the younger girl. "So who's this mystery person you're looking for?" She returned to playing with Rose's hair. "Who's the one that has captured our fair lady's heart?"

Perhaps later she'd tell Rose about the mystery person. At least, maybe then she'd get a better understanding and idea of who it was she was looking for. I wish I had the name...

"I imagine so," Jace replied as he returned, taking a seat upon a table with his freshly-retrieved plate of fried rice and chicken hearts. "Not immediately, of course. But between missions and such I could probably teach you a few tricks, move you on to higher-level or more difficult forms as we continue. The main problem will be breaking you out of your Warlock thought patterns, because other arts are more difficult the more you're stuck in that way of thought."

Morgan sat with his bottle, smiling faintly, eyes half-closed, inscrutable in his alcoholism.

Her heart beginning to beat a little more quickly, Rose swallowed silently and after a moment of residual tension, relaxed and allowed Anolani to close the distance between them. Continuing to speak little above a whisper, she blurted without thinking, "Well, he's actually my brother."

When the demoness' finger briefly stopped spiraling, Rose thought for no more than a second before flushing scarlet. "Not- I don't- it's... we're twins, I mean. And he..." What was wrong with her? There was no reason to be acting this way, except that... Rose cleared her head, tensing up and frowning slightly to do so. This was dangerous. This was a far cry from intimacy, but it was certainly closer than she had ever been to another person, and it was getting her flustered. She took a deep breath, fingers clutching the edge of the sofa, and exhaled in as controlled a manner as she could before continuing, her flush fading. "I... lost track of my family," she murmured, rolling each word around in her mouth before letting it loose. "It was a few years ago, and I've been hoping working with the Cabal would help me find them." A soft growl escaped her, rumbling mutely in her chest and then fading.

Anolani slightly frowned. "I'm sorry," she rested her head on the girls shoulder - it wasn't really easy to give her a hug from their position. She would have continued the conversation if the new girl didn't speak up.

Anolani gave a light squeeze to Rose's shoulder before adressing Jennifer. "Are all shadow users this rude? I don't believe you were invited into this conversation." There was a cold gaze in Anolani's eyes as she looked over this woman. "My name is Anolani. My lovely friend here is Rose."

She got up and walked quite closely to Jennifer. "I'm an elementalist. I overheard your conversation with Victor. You're an elementalist user as well, right?" Anolani's smile grew and fangs started to grow. "I'm thinking we should be friends. Compare notes on our various elements and the like." She slowly wrapped her arms around the girl's neck. "And as friends, I want to give you a warning."

She put her mouth close to the girl's ear. "Butting into other people's conversations will get you in lots of trouble. If you want to know, please just ask. Otherwise, you might get hurt," she whispered. She pulled back with a a very bright smile.

"Now why don't you join us and have some breakfast? And maybe we can learn a little bit more about each other?" Anolani didn't have any real problems with the girl - she didn't like people inviting themselves to private conversations. I like my privacy. What she was talking about with Rose was meant to be heard by Rose solely - no one else. Anolani treasured her privacy to the extreme.