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Sethe turned to Alethea as she approached, having received her telepathic greeting. He dragged on his cigarette, and held the fumes in his mouth. The smoke plumed from his mouth, and were absorbed up his nostrils. After a few seconds, they then shot forth from his nostrils like fire from a dragon's nostrils. He smiled under his hood, and nodded his head at her thanks.

'It's good to see that at least of the new Hunters in this city are willing to ask the seasoned veteran for some aid instead of challenging their knowledge and authority within the group.' He shook his head disdainfully, and shrugged. 'Nevermind that. Alright. Here's how this works. First, we find out what exactly you need help with, then I will know just how to properly teach you.'

Sethe paused for a few moments, thinking. He looked around, and had a slight epiphany. 'We'll stick around here for a little while, discussing what you need to hone, and maybe look around for something that needs to be taken care of, and if we can't find anything, we;ll return to Haven, and begin the actual training there.' He dragged on his cigarette, 'We don't want to do these kinds of things in the public, too many eyes are watching for our supernatural abilities.'

Sethe dragged on his cigarette, shifting his weight from one leg to another, he looked around while she had a pause in her speech, and turned back to her when she started talking again. He chuckled lightly when she made a joke comparing her power to a woman on pms, and then looked about again. A few joggers were moving this way, and Sethe thought of something.

'Okay, here's something. Your telepathy is wild. Focus it, channel it. hone in on these joggers minds, and tell me their names, and there greatest fears as they pass us.' he said, stepping off to the side so the joggers could pass. He turned away from the joggers' path, and focused his mind to hear their thoughts, then dug into their memories, carefully sifting through to find their greatest fear.

After they passed, Sethe waited a few moments, and turned back towards Alethea, and smiled, dragging his cigarette again. He started to count from one to fifty in his head, droning out all other thoughts so her mind doesn't take the easy route and steal the answers from his mind. 'Well?'

'Very good.' Sethe replied, dragging on his cigarette, and finding it was finished. He stomped the cigarette out, and looked at Alethea. 'Very good.' Sethe smiled, and pulled his cowl up. 'Now then, let us return to Haven, and we'll continue there.'

Sethe cracked his knuckles, and started walking towards his Corvette. 'Come, you can jump in the Krii'Vette.'

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[exit to Hunter's]

Central Park was huge, indubitably. A fact that Aleister enjoyed very much, it was - at night - as silent as the Upper Westside could ever hope in being. The centralized sections of the park stood so far from the busy streets that they were barely audible, and Aleister Gravelines always enjoyed the peace and quiet the night truly offered. The erstwhile man wore a dark suit that would have been popular a good whiles back, though mostly rejected now, the style of dress was certainly coming back out of the woodworks through the Neo-Victorian subculture. So, Aleister wasn't totally at odds with the rest of the word. Then again, his clothes weren't that different from the formal wear today, and one could say that Aleister was simply "extra fancy." So again, he wasn't that at odds with the rest of society.

The vampire's face covered by a look of pure indignation; his inexpressive, dull gray orbs observed his surroundings. The latter part of his physiology, his eyes, never really changed. They never show any light, merriment, fear or worse. They just stare, piercingly gazing at anything that dare stand before them. Their tired, cold and utter lack of expressiveness was what made his eyes a relevant part of his anatomy. But that was near nor there in the current situation, especially since Aleister was simply using his sight to spot a park bench. He walked over and took a seat, keeping his eyes and ears opened, sitting with a stance of complete discipline as opposed to that of a true gentleman.

His hands edged ever closer, just in case, to the P226s in his shoulder rigs. Aleister sighed and tried to find some reprieve, though through his paranoia he knew he would find none.

"You bought it but you don't know how to turn it off?" He asked quizzically in a slight English accent, a slight bit of fang being shown through open lips. The hint was so faint that only the most observant of eyes would spy it, but fellow vampires were known for having an eye for that sort of thing. Cosette would likely catch it. Regardless of the question and it's subsequent answer, Aleister's pale hand reached out and jabbed the 'play' button with his index finger, pressing it down until the gadget deactivated. The vampire understood the importance of keeping up to date with the world's technological trends. That and it was bloody simple.

As far as Aleister was concerned, Cosette was just another sweet and innocent girl, and her charm was lost on him. He was numb to most things these days; only finding satisfaction through the extermination of his enemies. But that was also neither here nor there. Aleister spoke, "There you go, miss." He tried being as polite as possible.

The night was strangely heavy on Armand's mind tonight. He had been gone for five months from new york, and in his journey back home to Spain, had received a rather harsh lashing from a mass of hunters. For the first time in a long time he had feared for his un0life, but had returned to New York at least somewhat unharmed. his hands brutally scared, but covered with gloves, he strode down the way, head low. his flaming red hair now black, and his usual gaudy black long-coat forsaken to a rich black surcoat with gold frill. He also had a purple silk vest on and a white ruffled shirt of fine cloth(Clothes that where n his closet back at the manor in Toledo). Still wearing 1500's style, he looked very different now, a less hollow look in his eyes, which always seemed to smile of their own volition. He was so lost in thought he even walked right past Cossette as she went to the bench with her Ipod to Aleister. His facial features hadn't changed all that much, save he was less gaunt, and looked a great deal younger now.