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Just arriving in New York from her latest assignment, and for her next, Thorn gets off of her plane. She carefully gets all of her luggage and calls her employer to send her a ride to the vammpire coven located in this city. As she goes to walk outside, she pries into a few random human minds, all filled with the thoughts of being rushed and whether or not they had missed their flights.

Thorn closed her eyes, and expanded her mind further. There were some humans amongst all the others with sinister plots of killing someone or other umpleasant thoughts. Thorn quickly disconnected her mind, and completely closed it for a few seconds to clear her mind.

.:So the adventure begins... This is supposedly the city of Nightstalkers, we shall see if this theory proves true:.

Once again opening her mind, Thorn easily tracks the mind of her employer's driver waiting outside the airport for her. She lifts one of her suitcases with her one free hand along with a black briefcase, and she drags along her other suitcase that has wheels with her other hand. She quickly reaches her ride, which is just a simple black car nothing too odd or out of the ordinary.

The driver swiftly dashes out of the car to assist Thorn with her baggage and carefully places it all in the trunk of the car. As the driver reaches for the briefcase Thorn slightly pulls away, signaling that it was not to be dealt with by him. The driver steps down, and allows Thorn to do as she pleases with her case.

Thorn silently opens the passenger door to the car and silently seats herself in the car while placing her briefcase upon her lap. Just as before, she silently closes the car door and waits for the driver to do his job; drive. Mere seconds later, the driver enters the car and turns the keys as well as setting the gearshift to drive. The car starts to vibrate as it is brought to life. Then the driver lightly steps upon the pas pedal and the car drove away from the airport.
((Exit to City))

Kaji picked up his luggage and threw it over his shoulder as the weapons in there clinked together as he wallked. He yawned a bit as he didn't get much sleep on the way back. While he was gone he had gone under training, his werewolf form was different then most of the lycans here. He didn't know hwo it happened nor what happened but when he changed last his form was different. Yawning a bit again he headed for the enterance, hopefully someone got his messege.

the plane was taxiing into the airport, there was no way to make it go fast, he sighed and took out the papers once more, he had these from the last time he had been in this city, the library had been very coperative. He flipped though the pages he had ripped from the book there. He took out a highlighter and highlighted three paragaphs.

He grinned and folded them up, after a moment he took out a novel and began to read it again. Some people were looking at him strange, he glanced down at his bag, he kicked it, hiding the sword hilt. He looked over at one of them and frowned at him. "What?"

Jack walked briskly out of the planes exit ramp. His blonde (literaly white) hair fell infront of his face. His red backpack had been filled to nearly exploding as it pressed clingingly against the back of his black shirt. His left arm strained visibly as he lifted the guitar case he was holding higher so that he didnt knock over several scurrying children.

He was coverd from head to toe in black clothing, and the guitar inside the case was only more proof, he was a musician, and hearing that several clubs in new york were desperate for acts, had caught his attention. He let his left arm drop and looked to and fro, until he saw a lit up corner that was empty and all but welcoming to his lack of personal space that was being violated by the other exiting occupants of the plane he had just gotten off of.

He walked over to the spot, dodging the crowd clumsely until he reached it. He took a deep breath than turned around to take in his sorroundings. His dark black eyes scanned EXIT and ENTRANCE signs hanging limply from the cieling and walls pointing every which way.
"Oh man..." he groaned. He waited several minutes as the crowd thined.

He took a deep breath, than stepped in the herding crowd of people, he hoped they were heading to the exit, and his face brightened up considerably as large metal arks appeared some distance infront of him. He pressed his guitar case up against his chest as the crowd became thick as they went through the metal ditectors. No one, including Jack, noticed several sweeping shadows that disepeared into the walls.
*Mother Claire would faint...* he thought to himself smirking.

[[Exit into City]]

If she could have left herself anymore vulnerable, Aislann would have snatched her. All alone and one a plane where no one but herself could defend her. All he had to do was poof onto the plane get a hold of some part of her and both be gone before she knew it. Of course he knew it wouldn't go that smoothly. She was strong, needed to be to have... it.

The plane started to go but he wanted to wait until they were safely in the air to leap so he attached the tail of the plane and settled in for a ride.

A small privet jet circled the airport for while, before coming in and landing on the far east runway, a good distance form the terminal, or anything else for that matter. As it landed and began to taxi down the runway a car appeared and drove up to the runway, near where the plane intended to stop. Once it had stopped the door and steps popped open, and out steped a rather unlikely pair.

A short slender woman, with dark red hair and eyes that reflected in what little light there was to almost glow. Around her neck was a woven platinum cord, from which a stone that cought the light hung. At her elbow, and supporting her as she walked down the staris was a tall thin man, with dark hair. The only thing that looked alike between them was their eyes, which glittered gold in the dark. Once they reached the bottom of the steps the man lightly grabbed the red haired female, by her forearms before pulling her into a hug. They stood there quietly for a bit , before she pulled back and the two spoke for a further few minutes, in quiet muted voices. If anyone had been close enough to hear they might have noticed the couple were speaking in a dialect of Russian.

She then pulled away form him and began to walk toward the car, but stopped when he said something to her and gestured back at the plane. She shook her head, evan as walked over to her, seemingly wanting her to understand. But she only shook her head, even as she ran her fingers though his hair, and leaned into his chest.

Waving vaguely over at the car, she pulled back again, even as they continued to speak. Finally, they seemed to come to a conclusion beween themselves. The male began to walk basck the the plan, and the red haired female, went over to the car and got in before it pulled away into the night.