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Alice sighed, the red fadding from her eyes. She hoped this would go over well. The last powerful being Murakai tried to form an allience with did not comply easily... in fact the poor girl had decided to try and kill MUrakai. Alice remebered the fight, she could do nothing agaist a foe like that and she hated feeling so powerless. Alice seemed to ignore Douglas for a moment then said, "have any of you ever heard of mortals being able to manipulate lightning?" She knew it was random and she most likely sounded insane but she didnt care.

Murakai walked out of the shower. He was currently only wearing his pants as he was still drying the upper portion of his body. He walked further into his room as he dried his hair and pulling the towel away from his head say the strawberry sunday sitting on a stool He smiled and said "those cooks know just how to get on my good side." He sat down and snapping lit the candles in the room. The place was flooded with light and he took up a book. He opened it to the marked page and sighed in a relaxed manner. It was time to relax. No irritated nobles to deal with, no cowering Inari to comfort, and best of all the idiots at the fighters guild were out of the way. For good. He took a bite of the sunday at his side and smiled warmly. It just didnt get better than this. Well thats a lie, the only thing that could feel better was when he had taken over the councel. He looked down to his book and read. He loved books about vampires, as ironic as it seemed He was facinated by the way his kind were portayed by people. Some thing caght his eye and he turned his head to the door. It was ajar. Standing up he furrowed his brow and thought is my mind playing tricks on me? He didnt wait long for his answer as a shadow on the other side of the door moved in flickering candle light. He smiled and using his voice said "come out please...." Two young girls steped through the door, they were blushing. After a moment he recongized them as two of the cooks that had just started working. He smiled and picking up the sunday held it out temptingly and said "want some?"

Moments latter the two girls were sitting and Murakai was standing across from them with a slight grin. He Took a spoonfull of the ice-cream and let one of the girls have it. He smiled as they ate quietly. One of them stood up and said quietly "sir, I'm sorry we didnt mean to intrude on-" she stoped talking as Murakai turned around. He held his hand at his face, his middle finger was bleeding. It looked as if it had been biten. He held his hand out and said "do you think you could do me a little favore?" The girl blushed and walked forward. She licked some of the dripping blood and shivered. It was cold. Murakai looked down at her and she looked in his eyes. Mistake.

Nearly an hour or so latter Murakai stood at a counter poaring two glasses of wine. He sighed as one of the girls in his bed turned her back to him in her sleep. He didnt like taking advantage of people and then wiping there memorys but he couldnt have people finding out what he did when he was bored. I mean it's not like people didnt talk about him already, if it were to get out in the vampire community that he had a thing for human females it wouldnt go over well. He took the two glasses of wine over to the bed and handed one ot each of the now awake girls. He looked down and frowned. He hated being sweaty and now he had to take another shower... what a pain....

Douglas looked back, the corners of his mouth still upturned in a smile. He still rmeembered the battle. He wondered faintly how they had done that in mid-air thing, but Alice hadn't brought it up, so he hadn't. Douglas put a finger to his lips, tilting his head upwards in thought. "I've seen the face, though we've probably never talked. It's nice to meet you, Demetria." He smiled the childish smile of youth, the one that every kid seemed to possess. Though the smile did look a little different, it was in essence the same.

(( Gah! Stop it, Cuddles! Stop it! x3 Yur making me smile insanely here for no god damned good reason! x3 ))

Oh good, Demetria wasn't feeling bitchy anymore. And now Edward's jaw was starting to hurt, too much smiling! Why did Douglas have to be so small and cute and yet be as old as he was?! Edward wanted to squeeze the gooseberries out of the little guy but also wanted to respect their age difference, appearances always threw him off a bit. Well, Edward was older then him, but that still didn't matter much, he should still respect the age gap. Eighty year olds shouldn't go around hugging sixty year olds (ok so Doug was almost 70, but whatever), twenty (ten) years is a rather large gap. Why couldn't Edward have been smarter and figured out that his uncle was a vampire sooner then he had? Now Edward was jealous, he wanted to be cute like that! "I presume you've been doing well for yourself Douglas. Has anything new happened since last we met; besides Chorrol going evil of course?" Edward asked; it was polite!

"Not gone evil? You attack Demetria you're called evil by me. They're evil." Edward stated, obviously not caring that Alice was right there. Whatever. Edward blinked, "She attacked you too?" He asked, looking over to Alice and then back to Douglas, well, wasn't she mighty friendly. "Oh! Right, we're planning the harvest festival back in Cheydinhal right now. It's going to be marvelous! If you ever get the time you should come round and join in the fun." Edward said, sure, he had just been talking with Demetria about it too, but he really like the harvest festival! There was no harm in liking.

Douglas' face hardened a bit when he was corrected, a small flame flickering to life in his eyes. "Sword, scythe, not much of a difference. Hard to distinguish when fighting." Douglas mumbled something to himself about blurred images and not caring about shapes and names when you were about to die. His fingers still had tiny scars from where he had punctured solid brick to keep from falling into that... wormhole. "It sounds nice..." Douglas murmured, answering Edward. He wondered why Bruma didn't have any festivals. Was he not a festive person? They had parties to celebrate the economy increasing, or to brighten the mood when the factories were on strike, but never really... festivals. Maybe Bruma was too much of a serious town. Grey and bleak, snowy and cold, Bruma. "Good... ol' Bruma," doulgas muttered to himself, reffering back to his thoughts.

"Oh, no no no..." Douglas murmured, turning to Edward. "We don't have one, but we have large parties when the economy's flourishing or doing poorly." He beamed, then looked suddenly serious. "It's pretty fun, but mostly it's just a celebration of success, or to brighter up the horrible mood. We're a party town."