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((So who are we waiting for? I don't think The Old One has logged on in sometime. Is there anyway we can continue on without him for now? Besides that where's Kami, I think we need a lizard to intervene... I don't know but I'm a little tired of waiting for someone to post. ))

((i think were waitin for guissepi))

((I'm beyond sorry, guys. I didn't intend to disappear like that, but school (and band) decided otherwise for me. This is the first night in a while that I haven't had a ton of homework, so...))

Guiseppi nodded. They were all here. Without saying anything, he turned on his heel and stared unblinkingly at a tasteful candleholder in the wall for a few seconds. There was a small whirring sound, undetectable to those with normal hearing (Guiseppi himeslf could not hear it), and then... nothing. Or, at the very least, that is how it appeared. But it seemed, after all, to be something, because Guiseppi went to a door that had been there the whole time, previously presumed to be a private washroom, and opened it.

There were stairs there now, though no one on the outside of the house would have been able to see the stairs from the window. It was a clever little bit of architectual planning combined with magic, something that Guiseppi prided himself for coming up with, even if he had not been the one to create it. He looked once at the group, then walked down the stairs. The silent command was obvious:

Follow me.

Uriyu could hear gears turn and a gentle thud even the wolves would probably miss. Something had just moved in the next room. He heard an opening of a door, and sense there was no screeming of blue skin he figured guissepi had opened it.

As he heard Shadowpaw follow after guissepi's foot steps he could tell it went downward and he calmly began to count the steps they took before standing and making his way down as well.

Guiseppi lead the group down, down, down the stairs. Small torches lit as he stepped near, and snuffed out when he was out of their range. It was a little bit of fancy magic that worked only for those who had his magical signature--in other words, it would work only for him, though he theorized that it may work for someone who was a direct descendant of him. That didn't matter, however, because he had no children, and likely wouldn't any time soon.

Suddenly, the winding stone stairs ended, leading into a large room that lit itself when his tailored shoe placed itself upon the plush red carpet. There was a high-backed chair facing away from them at the head of a long table; it was a stereotypical setting, but it suited Guiseppi quite nicely. When he sat in the chair, he looked... natural. It seemed just right, somehow, in the way that a school desk never could hope to look with him. He gestured for the others to take a seat in some equally fancy, but much less intimidating chairs that were at the table.

following the others down the stairs he felt garbhan file in behind him. With a big inhale the wolves breath caught short. A moment later the back of uriyus head was blasted with a sneeze. Uriyu Ducked slightly rubbing the back of his head. "Bless you... but a warning would be nice." he chuckled.

Following the others he heard the foot steps level out onto what he presumed was carpet by the muffled sound. Walking around he found the back to a chair and sat down adjusting his weapons to make it possible.

Uriyu listened silently to the instructions, his partwould be simple, never be seen never be heard the only people to know he existed would be those who he had already killed. Basic assassin rules. "so when do we begin?" he said calmly.