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Using his telekinesis, Krii'Ouse pulled the dagger to his opposite hand. 'Gimme a chance to put it out, and I'll do it. You don't have to threaten me, kin of the Serpent.' Krii'Ouse lifted his boot, and laid his left leg on his right, and proceeded to mush the cherry of his cigarette against the small metal plate in the bridge of the boot.

Krii'Ouse laid the dagger on the table in front of him, turning the point away from himself. He turned his attention to Myythren, who'd just advised they manipulate the humans. 'Uhm... hmm... So, what are you saying? We do whatthe Vampires are doing, and bring this fight to the light, exposing our shadow war? That doesn't seem too bright. Now maybe I'm taking whatyou're implying to extremes, but I really think we should keep this hidden, as we always have, and have needed to. If the mass populace gets wind of our nightlife, the world will be off balance, and chaos will destroy their puny little minds.'

He shook his head. 'I for one don't like the idea, nor do I want to have to live through such chaos.'

"Send me." Lydia suddenly voiced, a bit surprised at her own outburst. Pausing, she recollected herself before continuing. "Send me to Las Noches. Let me talk with Rogue, see if I can learn what they are planning. She has had ample opportunity to kill me before and she has not moved a hand against me. I believe she will not let the others harm me. I...I believe she sees me as a source of amusement at times." The psychic looked a little scared, unused to speaking before so many people she did not know.

"So send me, and maybe Kerrigan, to Las Noches to see if we can learn something, or even capture Rogue. If we could do that, think of what that would do to the vampires. It might work..." Lydia trailed off, her gaze moving down to her lap. It had been out of place for her to speak, and she had been foolish to reveal so much about her relationship with Rogue. At least she had not told them what Rogue had done to bring her and Will together.

Kamahl walked into the room in a smooth, steady pace and sat down near the bar. He had heard of a meeting of the elders a few days earlier...he never thought the he would actually show up and possibly present his ideas. For a few minutes he sat on the barstool and listened carefully to the hustle and bustle of the bar. Finally, he began to speak. "So, I hear that we're having trouble with the vampires again. Trying to get the elders to negotiate outright will be futile."

Visions of vampire attacks in the eastern bloc during the Cold War ran through his mind as he sat there. Fortunately enough, Kamahl had some military experience with the Soviets and that is the only thing that he showed gratitude towards them for. He leaned forward a little and took off his hat. "Playing shadow games with them is an option. Attack the vampires that are roaming about NYC at random. If you get the elders' attention then that will draw them out."

He sat erect once more and looked about the room.

Lin wandered in slowly, seemingly un interested in her surroundings. Her long white hair masked most of her face as she passed by patron after patron...

Only her blue eye was showing, the brown conceiled under a blanket of white as she seemed to stare off to the back of the room.

Her black torn jeans, steeltoe boots, silk shirt and trenchcoat made virtually no sound as she skirted around the tables eyeing each person only breifly.

She had dampened her mind to images, because between the rooms patrons, there was much bloodshed imbedded in their memories. Somewhere in the corner she felt another 'alert' precence...maybe another psychic..or clarvoyant.

The vampire that took out two people in the alley was here too. Lin didnt give it another glance...things are dealt with by their own deameanor...in their own time.

With a final sweep of the room she sensed and the tension in her back was gone. She didnt have to kill anything tonight, or die trying.

with that she nodded and exited the room as silently as she entered.

{exit to the city}

Rowaneath enters completely oblivious of everyone around her she sits at the bar and sighs "wait.... I'm 16 I'm not allowed to drink... but you're dead... but... shut up and order something like a bloody mary" she said all this under her breath then said allowed to the bar tender "a... a... bloody... mary, please..."

Without waiting for her drink Rowaneath left sensing that Vampires were not welcome here.
[exit graveyard]

Will lightly sighed in relief. Lydia was safe from her own idea. It relieved him greatly. It really was a risky, downright suicidal idea. But... it had some small, miniscule amount of merit. Modern wars, especially shadow wars, were won and lost by information. Which ever side had the most reliable, useful intel in a conflict more often than not was the victor. Furthermore, if false intelligence could be passed on to the enemy at the same time they were gathering solid data, that would make for an even greater advantage. The only reason the D-Day landings had succeeded and WWII ended in the Allies favor was because the Nazis had been so convinced that the invasion of occupied Europe would take place at Calais, not Normandy, and thus had been unprepared for the Allied assualt. If someone with enough mental shielding to resist Rogue's psychic probes and let her only see what they wanted her to see, then even if the attempt at espionage turned into a complete ******** they could still damage the vampires efforts by giving them bad intel.

The problem was, any mission of the sort would be a suicide mission, as had been stated. They'd have to be willing to most likely sacrafice one of their comrades. And anyone who could pull it off would be too valuable to lose. It would have to be someone trusted enough and crazy enough to do such a senitive mission. They would have to have superior psychic shields, regardless of whether they were a psychic or not. They would need to have no fear of death, and be highly resistant to potential tortures. And if they had any chance of coming back out alive again, then they'd need an extreme set of skills an talents. The ability to fight their way out through heavily armed guards, probably without weapons. Unnatural speed, strength, and tougness. And probably the ability.. to... heal any damage...

Coming to a grim conclusion, Will bowed his head. "It's as Neko has said. Despite the merit this plan has as an intelligence gathering operation, it's risky and suicidal. We should come up with a better plan. However, if nothing else seems as viable as this, I do know of one person who has a slim chance of meeting with Rogue and making it out alive, even if things turn out for the worst. I also personally know, that the individual in question is more than willing to partake a mission as dangerous as this if it might help our cause. But for the moment, let us all formulate other plans and discuss different options. This is a group effort, so we need to try to come to decisions as a group. So, who's next?"