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Jay sneered apraisingly at the lot of them. "Aight, we don't like those ******** just as much as yooz do. So we'll help ya out. Just don't pull any s**t. This is our hood, you ain't helpin' us, we're helpin' you. Got it?"

Johnny looked back at Caerul and Fiona, then at Jay. "Yeah, we got it man." He knocked fists with Jay and smiled at everyone. "Well, what should we do now?" he said.

Jack grinned now that he knew that the anarchs were on there side. He removed his hand from the knife in his pocket and crossed his arms. "Dont worry about it, we know this is your turf, and we want to keep it that way. Thanks for the help, we promice things can go back to the way they were as soon as this s**t is over. If the cammies try to take over, let Johnny and I know, well help you. One good turn deserves another!" His studs on his wrist glittered in the moonlight as he raised his fist to salute the anarchs. Jacks gaze turned to Johnny once he finished talking to Jay. "I agree with Caerul on this. Now that these anarchs are with us we should let the so-called Prince know. So...whats next?"

Ward watched the exchange with a rather wide smile. Seemed the Sabbat weren't very popular at the moment. Might've known that if he hadn't been so cooped up with himself. Still, there would be occasions when he'd be up-to-date for a while. The whole thing quite interested the Malkavian. He always managed a good chuckle out of the social workings of the world behind the Masquerade.

Fiona smiles gently, and wraps her arm around Caerul as he holds her, her head inclining gracefully down to his shoulder, her head rested at the tip against the side of his face. She would follow him anywhere he went, and it was obviuos, even to an outsider, that they loved each other, though they had always been strictly partners, they acted like lovers, and loved like lovers do.

Johnny put his arm around Jack's shoulder "I just try to ignore them" he said in a low voice. He broke off and began to walk back uptown.

Ward was slightly offended. I have a habit of doing it. Sorry if it pisses you off, but that's not my problem. Thought it was common knowledge that we Lunatics were oddly conspicuous, sometimes? Like I said, Ward Renton, eyes and ears for the right man... or woman. He paused a moment. Oh, erm, I have a friend. If he arrives, be careful. He has a tendency to go OTT on el tequila. His hand was still resting on the grip of the revolver in the raincoat pocket, not entirely sure if he could trust or was trusted. He hadn't really taken sides in the whole Masquerade, so he needed to be careful of overzealous Cammies, for example, that saw him as a blasphemer, or a heretic, or some crap like that.

"Ah...right..." Jack said to Johnny as they walked. Malkavians always confused him. He never really had a problem with any of them, but they just freaked him out, you could never tell what side they were really on. He smiled "How goes it" and then slowly walked away with the others.

He smiled to Fiona, then looked up to Ward, his green eyes seemingly penetrating into the man as he stares him down, unblinking, similar to a dog staring at a man in their first meeting.

"And who would the right man or woman be, if I may ask sir?"