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((Slayer and Imby are... wearing clothes... *twitch*))

-Mimi felt as if she was sinking as the two exchanged words. Hakan had a point there... but then again, Sirus was a slayer... Another bite, another inward mumble.

Whilst the two spoke, she slipped behind the bar eager to finish the task at hand, the two cups of cocoa. For a moment, she was tempted to pour some brandy into her own cup but no... the last thing she needed was to provoke another argument.

Swallowing, she set the two finished cups on the counter, grabbing a third. She hated the feeling of being stuck between a hard place and a sword. - Cocoa?

-It was the only thing she could think of to smooth things out.-

(( he just wants to see your avvi nekkid.))

And through all this, where was our neighbourhood vampire?
10 minutes previously...

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"Ah ha! Success!" Duellist held up a sparkling glass vial. Within its confines, a glistening silver liquid shone like a miniature sun. "I have done it!"

Bertram squealed delightedly. "And now Midori will be male again! Huzzah!"

The vampiric assassin raised an eyebrow. "Sorry?"

Bertram covered his tracks magnificiently. "And now you and Taryn will ascend to godhood! Huzzah!"

Duellist turned his head around like an owl, pondering. "Um... actually... I was just trying to make something that sparkled pretty colours... I'll get to work on those tomorrow."

Bertram opened and shut his mouth repeatedly. "Um... so... it's absolutely useless, essentially."

The assassin ignored him, and went outside the lab to the foyer, where Taryn was working on some of the account books. There was a gasp of delight. "Oh! It's... beautiful!"

A few seconds later, Duellist came back into the lap, bleeding from his lips. Bertram coughed. "She tried to give you a lovebite, didn't she..."

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The wraith was thrown through the lair door so hard he hit one of the carousel horses and bounced. 'Mommy...'

*Reiki raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that the girl was only fooling herself, but the demon hunter didn't want to push the matter. Instead, he pretended to take interest in the ground. He giggled.* Keepers such as yourself are supposed to be strong, correct? Because if you are as strong as rumors have made you out to be, then I require your assistance. You see, a specter broke free of his bonds not to long ago. And being what he is, he craves the souls of others. There are enough bodies outside to verify that. *Nodding sagely, the boy continued.* That being said, I have taken it upon myself to see that the ghost is stopped. Interested in joining?

There was blood all over the lobby. And you were the closest one there. One would have his suspicions as to who killed that person. *Slowly turning his back on the demon, Sirus went back to making the hot chocolate. He did not trust that one, that was for sure. But he wasn't about to raise hell just because of it. No. He had more important things to do, such as making Miss Kusanagi's drink.* Would you like marshmellows Miss Kusanagi?

-Well, at least they didn't kill each other, right? With a faint sigh of relief, she quietly wiped her mouth and made her way back to her seat.- It would be nice...

- That said, she took another bite of the sandwich, glancing over in Hakan's direction before staring off at the counter again.- And.. what brings you both in here?

-What else was there to say? Not much that she could think off... -

][Whoop, sorry I didn't reply.. xd ][

There is one golden rule of visiting amusement parks at night. Under no circumstances should you bother the other guests. Doing so could result in something more unfortunate than just a police warning.

Thus, it's strange that 'Ace' Han, a local teenager, would go so far as to walk over to the sulking Bertram and give him a shove. It's also rather unfortunate that Ace went on to say, "Clear the way for me and my friends, dork!"

Bertram stood up, and brushed some dust off his sleeve. "Friends?" The wraith asked, looking behind the larger boy. There were three kids dressed in punk gear, two of whom were cracking their knuckles menacingly. Bertram just blew some of his stray hair away from his other eye, and sat back down. "No, thanks... I'm quite happy here."

Ace pushed him again. "What'cha gonna do about it, punk?"

Bertram stood up, and looked thoughtful. "I don't know...maybe something crazy..." he reached out and grabbed Ace by the collar, morphing into wraith-form as he did so, "Like rip you to pieces and send your soul to the dark region!"

Ace and his friends screamed for half-an-hour.

They were dead for twenty minutes of it.