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Draeken thought for a moment and shrugged. "Hmm. Well there was a man in here that looked just like you and seemed hungry last night. But I was under the assumption that that was you." He laughed a bit at Aethi and Ari then nodded to Ari's question. "Yes. Well, except for asking about herself, she was rather confused."

Aria smiled and sat up, some. She raised a brow at the man. "You're kinda wierd..but you're in good company then...oh...Welcome to the Black Company...I'm Aria Aakarshan, His daughter." She jerked her head in D's direction. She turned back to Aethi "But thats good that you cleared your head at least...Did you find anything?"

Blinking at the introduction that Ari gave herself, he shrugged. "Well I might as well formaly introduce myself as well. I'm Draeken Aakarshan. It is nice to mee you. As for last night, it was easy. I was only here for a short amount of time though, so I never saw the drama you speak of."

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*Has finally found the long searched for bullet he needed for his gun.* And it's about time too. *Loads it into the last space of his .44 magnum revolver and puts it away.* Well that's finally taken care of.

At one of the rafters, a pair of eyes blinked in the darkness. There was the sound of rope sliding tight as a small body fell towards the floor. The body of the child never hit the floor though, for the noose pulled tight, causing the body to bounce a bit in the air before eventually simply swaying back and forth. The child was obviously hanging by it's neck, it's grisly body plain for all to see. The face had been clawed right off, and blood poured down from the gaping wounds in the neck and chest. It dripped down off the young boy's sneakers and started to pool on the floor. The boy's hands were bound tightly behind him, tied up with his own intestines. The sternum had been shattered, and the ribcage torn open, revealing a mound of half-eaten organs. Most of which were slowly sliding out of the child, to hang with the body in the main room of the BC.

KB smiled to himself, blinking again from the darkness. He was finnally home. The child was a welcoming gift to his friends. A testament to a skill he planned to perfect. With a shrug he lay back on the rafter and yawned softly. His right hand toyed with his tie, as he wondered about things. He hadn't a drop of blood on him, he cleaned up well after all.

KB mumbled softly to himself, as he continued to scratch at the wood. He was slowly fading out of the Dojo, going to that place he went when he wasn't harassing the people of the Dojo. Whether or not he realised he was slipping away was hard to discern, and it seemed almost as if KB was getting as close to sleeping as was possible for him. Sinking away from the real world and into a dream, or a nightmare. Sadly, for him it was all too real.