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Lance flinched, and couldn't stop himself from stumbling slightly at the sudden, and forcefully delivered message. Having never been exposed to psychic communication before, his bewilderment, and reaction to the pressure at first was immediate, and unfortunate. The hand holding his soda squeezed, and it shattered, giving lance a few nasty, shard filled lacerations along his palm and fingers. A agitated, and empained growl rumbled in his throat, only barely audible, but then he glanced around self-consciously, realizing he might have just made a scene, and went quiet, shrinking. Leaning against a wall, the pup tried to pull himself together, before heading to the bathroom where he began to clean the glass from his hand, eyes trained on the floor awkwardly. When everything made of glass in the club rattled though, his head lifted, and he rubbed an ear. A...tremor? Someone had dropped something heavy? He tilted his head, not really meaning to eavesdrop on kensington, and alexz, and even for a cub like lance, hearing across rooms was something that he did without even thinking, usually. Of course, now that he was paying attention, it was a bit more purposeful.

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Lance bit his lip, hearing Rogue from inside the bathroom, and having subconsciously been listening for the elder vampire's voice since he'd noticed her on entering. The flush he'd worked so hard to dispel crept back up his neck, tinting his features once more, heart speeding ever so slightly. The reaction was more then physical, his thoughts, and emotions whipped back into a tangle off anxiety, that Rogue knew he was there, and relief that she, and Alexz, secondarily were at least, sort of, defending him from the jerkish vampire, who seemed to be called kensington. After a few moments it clicked in his head that Kensington might have whatever ability that had allowed Rogue to scan his own thoughts in the cemetery. Musing on this, as the last bit of bloodied glass was picked out, and dropped on a napkin, lance took a long aorund hte restroom. No one was around who could see. He clenched his uncut hand over over the sliced up palm of his injured one, and gradually uncurled it, eyes open wide with focus, golden irises aglow slightly. The cuts on his hand healed over at a lightning pace, even for a lycan, and the young man sagged, drained by the effort. Suddenly looking very tried, he petered out of the bathroom, and went back to the bar, sitting as far from kensington as possible, which coincidentally put him fairly close to rogue. Still, he reasoned, better to be nearer the one who made your blood race, instead of the one who might make it make leak. Trying to ignore, and quell the response Rogue's presence brought in him, Lance ordered a burger, a vegetarian one, curiously, and started to dig into it, fervently, but with the energy of one doing something difficult out of determination rather then enjoyment. All the excitement had stirred his other half, despite that the moon was waning, and he hoped that by denying it any more stimulus, such as meat, it'd settle. He could already feel his fingernails straining to become claws, and it upset him immensely. Made him feel monstrous.

Lance paused mid-chew, and blinked glancing around the room doltishly, a bit of onion hanging from between his lips. He swallowed, and thought hesitantly. "H-hello...?" This didn't feel like the last time. The presence in his mind lighter, and much less hostile. He continued to scan the bar, to no avail, and eventually looked backa t his burger. Was...was it rude to have a telepathic conversation with your mouth full? The food was actually starting to taste much more appealing now that his inner beast had settled a bit.

Rogue smirked at Alexz's comment. Her Sanguinarian completely unleashed...that would be a sight to see. And of all the people in her long life...few had seen her in such a savage state. Alexz would have been one of the few who had ever even witnessed...at least a small portion of that...monster.

"A purge?" She was well aware with...purging the world of lycans. On many a day she had led the charge in crawling around in their lairs and destroying them in their sleep. They were under control, and a full blown purge would never completely benefit the vampires.

For awhile, maybe, but a real wiping out of the species...a real purge made the vampires the real animals in the whole bit. As she struggled at the idea of her own savagery, and the containment, she knew she shouldn't completely have the right to wipe out the werewolves without in turn wiping herself from the globe.

"I don't believe that is...one of the brightest ideas you've suggested, Kensington."
She pointed to her glass, and the bartender refilled it.

She then felt Lance's aura approach nearer and nearer. Again it was as if his blood called to her, now that she'd already had a taste. The weight of her fangs filled her mouth. She tilted her head slightly to the side and lifted her glass to him in a slight cheers before winking at him and taking a drink, trying to force herself to casually recover without being noticed by her colleagues.

Kensington turned to Rogue, 'I am only the messenger to all this, were that I was in charge I would have done things differently. But events are now in motion over which I have no control.'

From outside the Bar came the distant sound of an explosion. Several people in the bar stopped what they were doing and listened to the noise, a confused look on their faces.

Kensington reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small lapel badge which he affixed to his jacket. Unknown to the people in the bar the symbol on it would become a major part of things to come.



'That would be my cue to leave, when this is all over you may well thank us.' His eyes flicked to Alexz, 'Then again, maybe not.'

He got up, finished his drink and made for the door. As he left there was another explosion, this one was closer, causing the windows to rattle and crack. Kensington's eyes glowed fiery red as he turned to Rogue and gave her a curt nod by way of a farewell.

{EXIT}

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He nodded anxiously eyes drifting to Rogue's lips, and the teeth, and fangs between them. Nervously, he sipped his drink, heart beating faster. At the first explosion it skipped beat, and he yelped, sharply, covering his ears as the rest went off. Owwwww. The yelp shifted into a whine, frightened, and slightly pained. "Wh-what g-g-going on?!" He instinctively shifted away from the door, sidling close to Rogue. His blood beat harshly through his veins, seemingly straining against the walls of their vessels.

A low growl came from Rogue that sounded far more feral than human. Lance and Alexz, the closest to her in physical proximity would easily be able to pick up the sound above the buzz of the club.

A few explosions after a warning about how peace doesn't last....The truce is broken, Alexz. She laid more than enough money on the bar and smiled to Jeremy, the current barkeep in their section of the bar. "I'm sorry, Jeremy, but we have to run. Thank you so much for your hospitality." He nodded to Rogue and took the money, more than enough to pay Rogue, Lance, and Alexz's tab.

For a moment as Rogue stood there in front of the bar about to head outside, she looked down and closed her eyes for a moment moving her neck around as if cracking it, or stretching the muscles there. It was going to be a long night. She opened her eyes and made her way to the door.

We need to understand the depths of what is going on here. I'm not going to stand by and wait for the retaliation of the lycans if the peace has indeed been broken....

((exit to city))