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At the approach of the girl, Jack shuffled around nervously in his bench. "Um..*cough*Dusk..and umm...Jack*cough*" He so wished that Dusk would talk to Neasa and quit with the silent puppy act.

Jack looked away again, hiding his face. He's not to good vis da chickadees..*maniacal laughter* said a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. Dusk sat there innocently as he had his ears rubbed and Jack continued to valiantly ignore Neasa.

"Your feelings are not my conceOW!" Dusk bit him on the leg. "Im sorry I made you feel that way. Please forgive me." he said in a strained voice. He patted the bench next to him with stiff movements.

“As I said....” Cosette paused, only long enough to peer back over her shoulder, setting upon Alasdair the heavy power of those blue eyes. Her normally honey smooth voice had run cold, void of the usual allure. There was a flicker of ill intent in her gaze, forming a new impatience with Alasdair each time he spoke to Luther, interrupting every instant she ought to have been under Luther's full, undivided focus.
“Alasdair, With all your foolish love...You are are simply a human with fancy fangs, white skin and a long, long dreadful lifeline.” Her eyes hovered for only a moment longer, calculating and watchful; before she turned back to Luther and showered him with her lavish attention.

“That's wonderful. Although, Don't you think the Scot was insane enough? You probably created a monster, You horrible scientist. ” Cosette's tone was milky smooth containing a hint of humor, A heavy contrast against the way she addresses Alasdair. She grinned playfully, whispering against his hand, still holding his fingers at her lips. Cosette positively beamed with delight when Luther said he needed her. It pleased her to no end to hear such a thing. Of course, she didn't care take into account just how much of Luther's affection might simply be imprinted, a suggestion embedded with an enchanting flash of her innocent and all too charming smile.
“I'm not sure I want to play with the Spanish any longer.” She chimed, speaking only for him. She turned his hand over, exposing his palm to the night lights where she planted another sweet little kiss before she continued on.
“I'll find someone else. To keep things exciting. You'd like that right?” It wasn't a question, It was a demand; Reinforced with a glance upward, planting those brilliant baby blues upon him. Her eyes remained fixed upon his face, but at the same instant her lips trailed lower. Kisses in search for evidence, a lingering taste of the gruesome gash she had earlier inflicted

He walks in,not entirely healed,but still healing nonetheless.He went and climbed up a wall,which was more of a challenge then he expected.He sat on the roof and watched the city for anyone who stood out.He remembered the time where he had sat on this same roof,but he was new back then.He knew NYC now,and everyone of interest in it.Most,anyway.

Cosette spun around so fast that any normal person would have been reeling, dizzy from such a rapid movement; But she was perfectly still, pleasantly composed despite the deadly flow of irritation building up beneath the pure unblemished porcelain of her delicate body. Cosette had lost Luther's hand in the process of the graceful spin, her fragile focus flickering to Alasdair just as he interrupted once more. How rude.
“Seriously. He just said he changed the loony Scot, And with a needle, No less! You wanted results, Go find him and see. It's certainly not our job to keep track of experiments. Poor Scot, He's probably so very hung-ry.” The last word was accentuated with her light airy tone, Somehow finding it sickeningly amusing that the Scot, newly changed was probably beside himself with thirst, running about the crowed streets. With a frown that as terribly out of place among such a lovely face, it was obvious that Cosette was upset that she had to repeat this for Alasdair, never taking into account that Luther had been speaking to only her when he mentioned the mad Scottish.
If Alasdair was gong to be playing he all mighty 'leader' with his demands and shock collars, then he might as well pay attention. She was seriously beginning to believe, that Alasdair despite all his shadowed cronies and old elder lover; that he wasn't all that frightening. That maybe, Just possibly...Cosette and Luther could prove to be quite the magnificent pair with all their cunning and twisted schemes. Just imagine how deadly they could be once Luther managed to unlock the key to power.
“Put your silly stick away before you trip and get the ground all messy.” It was a force of habit, A childhood of dismissing servants; When spoke in a demanding tone and impatiently gestured with a small hand for Alasdair to simply 'move along' and get on with his business.

Neasa raised an eyebrow at him but sat down anyway. "You're wierd..." She chuckled, cracking a lopsided smile at Jack. With a slight yawn Neasa slumped on the bench and started making grumbling sounds under her breath. The wolf and the oddly acting man next to her had been distracting, but now she remembered that she was itchy for a fight. The girl stretched both of her arms over the top of the bench and let out a sigh. "Could be worse, though. Least you're not a nutcase hobo who thinks the sky is falling and he's an alien..." Neasa sighed again. "Sometimes I really miss my cousin Terry..."

Neasa yipped loudly and shoved Dusk off of her, panting for breath. "Holy H311, what was that for?!" She yelled, sitting up and punching Jack in the shoulder the same way she always did to anyone who had done something stupid.