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well then the circumstance of us meeting here was a good thing, I also am alone. Yes, Core and Jagger are involved in their messes, theres no telling them otherwise. No matter what, they will do as they please until they learn. Its their flaws that will teach them later. Travis smirked and slightly laughed...Its funny how no matter how much a psychic knows, there will always be those who never listen and dont heed to the warnings...i guess its the curse of our abilities.

Jagger concentrated back on Reaver.I'll deal with him later.she decided.$Then,she gently released the man without care,and turned back to Reaver.She sighed then took another step towards him."I did not...I fed off of Gil...He was a lycan,like you."she said with a grim tone.

((I was acknowledging you..You can interrupt again if you'd like.))

he watched as the man put a pistol against the man he called reaver's head. he watched closely to see how they would react, of course he didnt want anything to happen to the man named reaver and if the man decided to shoot he would intervien((mispelled?)) and knock the gun out of the mans hand before he even squeezed the trigger.

Reaver quickly disarms the man and puts him in a headlock. "Shut up you drunk. Me and her are having a conversation." Then says to Jagger, "You didn't have to feed on him. There are millions of humans in the city. But instead, you fed off him and now have a homicidal lycan on your tail, and she is PISSED OFF. She attacked me because I had talked to you recently. I just needed the truth, and I was going to make sure you knew she was trying to kill you. And is this what you didn't want me to know?" He then releases the drunk man and tells him, "Your hers now. I don't care what happens to you, because you have likely killed many lycans." ((Your drunk and can't move very well because of it. Disarming you and disabling you shouldn't be to hard.))

((he puked up his liver, he is no longer drunk as shown by his ability to string together sentences, at least I hope it was...))
He sighed, "Alright... this is getting boring.." he said as he wrapped a single hand around the arm that had held him in a headlock. It started to squeeze with a mechanical strength until there was a cracking noise, "Any more and I can DESTROY the bones in your arm, so I would suggest apologizing, also, your pet is starting to bug me, you know, the furry guy up in the tree?" he said pointing to the lycan who had been watching everything, "Listen, I have ONE lousy VAMPIRE to kill, tell me where his CLUB IS, AND I CAN KILL HIM AND BE OUT OF NEW YORK, it seems to be filled with IDIOTS and I'm not a hundred percent certain that its NOT contagious," he muttered. He smirked, "Also, yes, I have killed many, MANY lycans, I have about TEN lycan fur coats back home, I also have TWENTY more of these..." he said, pulling out a necklace of vampire fangs, "And I can always add more, so you had better start proving your not a TROUBLE maker, or you will find yourself in my closet, and not in a good way. Also... the thing about having skeletons in your closet..." he said looking around, "I have about FIFTY... demons... not much on them makes a good trophy, I'm hoping to make a profit selling them as dinosaur bones on the black market..." he said.

He sighed, "Alright, come on vampire b***h... I got your kind to kill, where is this LOST NACHO club? I have ONE guy I gotta kill and I'm dumping this place like my Ex'ex's dumped me... there Ex, ex's cause there dead, by the way..." he said to her, the last part sort of a whisper.