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Nocturne never truly understood the word peace. Survival is a part of it's culture like going out to the park with your family is to the Fraxon's. Yet lately things have steeped a new low with the void left by the absence of a king. Normally this wouldn't bother Charlie, but the chaos took a toll on his business. His investment had gone to s**t because the upper echelons of society ******** around too much. Now he had a reason to care about idiots rioting on the streets. "What do you think?" He asked a shade beside him. One of his many shade soldiers. He didn't name them. They were just mindless beings. He knew this and asked just out of a sick sense of irony. "Yeah I thought so." The two of them were looking at people fighting and killing each other over things meant to keep them alive. Food, water...Expensive clothing. "People are the same no matter how long I exist. Here they are on the brink of social collapse and they're stealing things that won't help them survive the coming darkness." Living beings irritated him, but he couldn't help and feel sympathetic with them. They were all pawns in a much bigger game. Simply reacting the way they had been conditioned to by the powers that be. He squinted his eyes unconsciously to gain better vision of something in the distance. A crowd had gathered over something. He saw a young girl frantically swiping away at vicious people. Behind her was a corpse who seemed to have something inside of her jacket. "Hmm." In the blink of an eye, Charlie was there in front of her. A tall shade with long black hair and the disposition of a soldier. A big black coat with with cotton fabric on the outter brim of his hood. Eyes that held an unfathomable sadness masked by indifference. "What horse s**t is this? A ********' sh-" A swift jab to the loud mouth's nose silenced him. Out of the darkness several shades manifested themselves to get the crowd away from Charlie and the girl. He lowered himself to his knee and tilted his head in observance. Her blade swiping away at his face. She didn't stop even though the blade only met darkness. It's smoke like presence fading back to form Charlie's current face. He envisioned Leila in her place. A child just the same. Circumstance dictated where she was now. Defending her mother to the death against savages. "Is she your mother?" Charlie asked in common tongue. She cursed at him in demonica. That raised his brow. He swiftly grabbed her by the pulse to disarm her and twisted it. Shifting his eyes from hers he studied a newly burnt slave mark on her wrist. Human tafficking wasn't something new to Charlie. Before things went down the drain for him he used to partake in the trade himself. His line however was kids. It irritated him how attached to his past he'd become. Children were worth 10 times an adult and were easier to get. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. It disgusted him. He looked over her shoulder at the corpse hiding something. In demonica he asked what she was protecting. Again he had no answer. As patient as Charlie may be he was used to having his orders executed to the fullest. Adverse effects of leading for too long. He lifted the girl in the air and could hear the lycans growling in contempt. "WHY DOES HE GET TO HAVE IT!? IT'S NO FAIR!!" And yet her glare met his through and through. "Tsc." He dropped her on the ground and walked towards his soldiers holding back the crowd. He could get to the corpse if he wanted to, but it was just a pathetic thought. "Bring me one." The shade ordered. A random vampire from the crowd spilled through. Kneeling down, Charlie's mood was much different. His body language was no longer passive. He was intimidating. The vampire beneath him could never bring back memories of the past. The vampires in Charlie's youth were all of high birth and powerful. The ones the littered the streets were just pathic animals in his eyes. Slaves to their desires. "I don't have all night. Now tell me. What's so important over there that all you grown creatures have decided to gang up on this child?" He asked. The vampire tried getting up, but was met by a quick downward strike. "You will move when I tell you to. Would you like me to repeat in another language?" He asked in common.

"She's not. She's not what you think..." Now that was curious. He turned around to the corpse and the girl who was still aiming her blade at him. Behind him the crowd was growing increasingly chaotic. Eventually his soldiers would dispell. He walked back to the child and stood still for a second. "You're?" And just like that a wave of citizens crashed through the wall and flooded towards the girl. Charlie dematerialized and reappeared where he was before. Watching at a distance as the crowd destroyed the girl and the corpse. Someone more clear headed approached him. Asking why some people had converged onto a single spot. "At times like these. The last thing you want is to be part of the upper class." Turning around he lifted his hood to leave the area and figure out what he was going to do from now on.