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"Breeze irritates it." Mim brushed her fingers along the old burns. Without a second thought, Mim offered her arm to Kirai. She'd allowed Netvor to feed from her earlier, but the bite mark was healed now, nothing more than a small sensitive patch of flesh. "Take mine, but don't gamble with my life next time okay? Neith promised I wouldn't die, but if you'd managed to really kill me...well, I know there'd be quite a few pissed of jackals our friends here would have to deal with. Not good." That, and Mim really didn't want to risk Asa like that. "While Kirai feeds, tell me about your night first Phantom. Looks funner than mine was."

Returning, Kirai sat ontop of the roof, the cloak she took still wrapped around her. With her vampire eyes, much more sensitive to light than they use to be, she watched as the last traces of light reflecting off the clouds vanished over the horizon. The air about was thick and heavy, and felt nice to breath in compared to the cold air in Vaclav. It was warm, too, with just a slight breeze. She knew the night would get colder... but, with her empty eyes, Kirai just felt like sitting there, not thinking, not doing anything. This kind of existance had before been horrorific to her, nearly driving her mad, now, away from Vaclav and knowing others were so close about, it was a kind of comfort. To slowly make friends with her sleeping shadow, to not be a being split completely into three separate parts. When she was a little girl, she use to make dolls, very beautiful dolls, and have them talk amongst themselves. Now, she realized, those were different parts of her own personality she put into them, recalled from different experiences and emotions in her life previous to that. Now, she was the doll, her personality, her reactions, her shallow emotions, all being controlled by memories and reasoning as to how she should act according to this. That is what her persona was... a phantom of what she use to be. Nothing more. Her shadow was a phantom of her pervious sins, there to try to drag her into a form of darkness she had never completely given herself over to. It is strange how when, sometimes, when you think of nothing, it can help you to recognize everything.

Marcus had been sent to the Red Cross to bring a message. He was told to do so without violence yet was instructed to bring with him five undead knights. He had fought along side these men as a human, this much he knew. Now they were little better then husks, taking orders and carrying them out without so much as a word of complaint or affirmation.

Marcus simply stood outside the building. People walked as far out of their way as they could, or simply ran screaming. There he would wait until he could deliver his message.

Marcus looked up, a cold unfeeling look upon his disfigured face.

"Do you represent these people." Marcus indicated the Red Cross building. Odd enough his voice was strong and commanding, like it was before he was enthralled. It was Cassus' idea of a joke, rot the flesh but save the voice.

No fear, perhaps she would need to be taught to fear his master. No, his orders were clear, no violence.

"My lord Cassus has returned and demands your obedience. Join us and power beyond your wildest dreams shall be yours. Defy him, and there will be only death." Marcus' request was laughable, six men against a building filled with people. But Cassus was no fool, he had died once reaching for power gods would envy. He would not have sent Marcus without a trick up his sleeve.

"Cassus is busy resharping his territory once again and cannot leave his mansion. If you have a leader, they will go to him. If not, then this scar will rain death upon you." Marcus' body began to convulse, a beam of light hit him and spread onto the ground creating a small fissure of decayed earth from which the undead could rise. When it was finshed Marcus was no longer there, his message had been delivered.

During their conversation, Mim could sense Marcus outside with Kirai. It made her edgy. "So, you've got a nightlight now..." Godric chuckled, taking Phantom's hand into his own. She'd said something similar earlier on. He could tell they were close. "Well," Mim began, "where to start...I got pissed at Aunt Riley and decided I needed to run. It helps calm my nerves. Ended up at the Latverious Castle and ran into Bain. She's still alive Phantom." Mim grinned. "Promised we'd stop by, introduce her to mini-Bain, perhaps? Anyways, found dad, kicked his a**, but that ******** cheater used his necromancy to control me. Went to his place, the Rosenthal plantation and he had Kirai imprisoned there. SHE broke his hold over me, but threatened to kill us both when we escaped. I was like, hell no...broke free of them BOTH and now we're here." She grinned. "You totally win for best night." Walking towards the door, she opened it briefly to examine the large scar Marcus had left in the ground. "Hey, Kirai!" she called. "Aren't you getting tired of dead people? I sure as hell am. If I hear necro or mancy in the same sentence, I'm totally cutting a dude."