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Gitano gave a wolfish smile at the cavaleir's comment. "But the question is this: Will the humans stay under command? They do have the strange tendency to always break rules and topple rulers."
She put her hands in her pockets, looking at Nich, wondering what he was shaking his head about.

Yawning, Hikaru made a quick stretch. He looked around to see the people, his expression made him look as if he were tired and quite hungry. He picked up his viola case and set it down on the grass, it was more flat than where it was sitting. He also sat down and opened the case. He grabbed the neck of his viola, pulling it toward him and setting it on his lap. He then grabbed a neck rest and layed it on the ground. After he was done fixing the tunes on his instrument, he brought his piece of cloth from the case and began to wipe the leftover rosin on the strings.

Willow had been contently watching the red planet, noting that it was a rather pleasent color, when she "felt" the "air" behind her "shift" slightly. If she were to put the feeling into terns she was familiar with she would describe it as someone's aura brushing against her own; Willow had always been sensitive about things like that, it was a bit of a gift that came with Wicca, the ability to sense energy. All in all she knew Zane had shifted in more, and she stiffened slightly subconciously, uncomfortable for a moment being that close to a stranger. So she distracted herself with science, "They say it used to have water. Maybe it wasn't always so barren. Maybe it used to be a bright green grassy wonderland." She suggested as she straightened up, smiling wryly at him.

Baylor, awed by her concerned eyes, nodded his head. "Um, yeah. I'm sure I'll be just fine." He concluded, quickly looking away out towards the abyss. Woah, what the heck is wrong with you, Baylor?!

Gitano noticed the sweat. "Are you sure? I could get you something." It never occurred to her that she was the one causing his discomfort.

Nich laugehd as he stained the white hanky from his pocket as he wiped his forehead. The blood in his sweat was odd, he must be growing too old.

"I think that... my age is having adverse effects on me, i beleive im becoming more vampiric than most.... i think that my instincts are kicking in. Ive had this theory for awhile now, ive been sweating blood for awhile, and now my saliva tastes of it... but, this tears it.... i need to document this..."

He smiled as he sat back in his chair. It was od he was feeling strange, and his skin began to crawl,a alomost like he was vibrating... or really drunk....

"So you need something to write on? I'm pretty sure I've got some blank books up in my room." Gitano looked a bit worried. She liked Nich, he was someone she could talk to about things that went on outside Redwood Mansion.