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He steps out onto the streets of New York, closing the door of Hunters bar behind him. He releases all resrictions on his Aura, letting the power of his presence be known, advertising himself should Rhator be out looking...
He had a score to settle. And a new weapon to give a run. Rhator would be a perfect example to the demon community that he carried the name of "Elder" for a reason. Rhator picked a fight and lost a prize. The next thing he would lose is his life.

Jay stumbled back into the main street, as it seemed to be moving again. good times, it reminded her of her second year of highschool.
She was on her knees and elbows, holding her head, trying to focus on walking, but she couldn't. She groaned a little bit as the rain started to fall, what was with her anyway?

She asked herself the simple question of what was bugging her, had she relaly gotten that fed up with her mother? or was it just the fact that she had gone too long without a hit? yeah, that's it Jaybaby, just take another hit, you'll sleep good tonight.

She stood finally, but she needed to get somewhere, before she was turned into a meal herself. She didn't want any brawls tonight, no, not tonight, tonight she wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home.
She checked for her pistol, good, it was there, not to make her way back home, where was home tonight..hmm..

Siran sat upon the rooftop of one of the many bars of newyork, looking down upon two people while in a crouched position.
Her dark blue jeans clung to her body so much that it felt like a second skin, which was good, and he rleather half coat was simply to keep her shoulders warm.

Her whitish hair blew to the side a bit as she tilted her head, watching Zack talk to the other girl. Her eyes glowed as she hissed in a low matter, to mostly herself, before disapearing for a closer look.

Jay finally found an alleyway, where she stumbled upon the wall, then walked right into a dumpster and fell backwards against the opposite wall, hitting her head against the brick as the rain drenched every inch of her body.

She sunk low, looking upward as the rain turned a purplish color from her few, then green, then blue, then red, it was all happening so fast, a bad mix of E and grass...she should have known that. Stupid a**.
She sat on the ground, soaked to oblivion, trying to stay awake, and humming to herself.

A smirk concealed her smile. "It seems you have your hands full, my friend." A sigh escaped her as she fondled with one blade's edge. All the while, she watched for suspicious activity, and the fargone Lycan in the alley. A sudden wince sprang to her expression, as she had cut herself foolishly. Grumbling, she selflessly placed her finger into her mouth. "Try not to cause any trouble tonight. It seems you have more to prevent anyway." Her eyes wandered away from him to an endless gaze at nothingness.

The glint of silver caught her eye, and she glanced back instantly. Drops of blood embraced her lips as she watched him. "So it seems this to be an interesting time then." Fate quirked a brow, unsure of his intentions now, if ever. "Do you know something I don't, Zack?" Her eyes hardened a degree for her own being.

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Fate could sense what desire was held to Zack's mind. Somewhat dazzled by his fancy fingerwork, she snapped away from the gaze. "I see..is she someone I've met?" A negative feeling crossed her mind, seeing as one out of all the beings she'd met that night had something that could be said in the face without brawl. Her cheeks turned a shade from the grin, turning as she tried to hide them. "I would certainly hope not. I'm a willing donor, but not a sacrifice." Fate's eyes narrowed.